Page 72 of Reckless Love

He’s right. We’ve been dancing this foreplay dance for so long, he’s got me perfectly primed for him, and when he bottoms out, we both let out a ragged exhale.

“Feel how right we are?” he whispers.

“Nothing has ever felt so good,” I tell him.

I flutter around him.

“Don’t you make me come yet,” he groans.

I smile and he kisses it off of me, playful nips until he starts to move and then his kisses feel more like what he’s doing inside me.

I can’t take it. It’s too good. The solid drag of him builds an unbearable ache inside of me.

“Rhodes,” I cry out.

He looks at me and my eyes blur, as he pulls slowly out and pushes so slowly back in.

“Like we were made for each other,” he says, the veins in his arm twitching with his restraint.

“So right,” I whimper.

I reach up and bite his lower lip and his breath hitches. His thrusts go faster, his skin hitting my clit with each slide. My body heats, the pleasure snaking through every part of me. He grips my hips and my breasts bounce, as I arch into every thrust. Until we’re going so hard and fast, I don’t know where I end and he begins. He tells me I’m doing so good. That I’m perfect. How he’s never wanted anything but this and it’s even better than he imagined.

I gaspyesandpleasebetween this pure bliss he’s givingme, and his eyes take me in, relief and hunger and restraint crossing his face all at once. Watching his reaction does as much for me as what he’s doing to me with his body, and I start to fall.

He looks so happy as I crest over the edge and I cling to him, pulling him deeper. When I bite his shoulder as I desperately try to take him as deep as I can, it unleashes something in him and he groans, his rhythm becoming crazed. It makes my orgasm ride on forever.

“Oh,” he moans.

His head falls into my neck and he stiffens inside of me before the pulses rock through him. I arch into him, wishing it would never end.

When we’ve both caught our breath, he lifts his head and kisses me, slow and sweet. Our tongues tangle together and I gasp when he twitches inside of me. Just like that, desire kicks in and I’m ready for more.

His hand slides up my neck to my cheek and when we break the kiss, we stare at each other in wonder.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hello,” I whisper.

He kisses me again and I nearly cry with how complete I feel. My body has never been so completely sated and alive.

I just had sex with Rhodes and it was transcendental.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing my lips, my nose, my forehead before getting up and going into the bathroom.

I run to the bathroom across the hall, do my business, and the world’s fastest sponge bath, and still make it back before he does. When he comes back, he smells like soap too and he pulls the covers back and picks me up.

“Where are you taking me?” I laugh.

“I want the next time to be in the king-size bed. More room to spread you out.”

I bury my face in his neck. “Awfully presumptuous, picking me up out of bed like you own me.”

“Baby, if I could own you, I’d be the happiest motherfucker there ever was.”

“What are these things you’re saying?” I whisper against his skin, kissing my way up his neck.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I’m not missing my chance. While I’ve got you where I want you, I’m saying it.”