Page 78 of Reckless Love
She grins up at me. “That was a hard weekend. I remember being so shaken by our…well, it wasn't really a fight, but it was kind of the closest we’d ever come to fighting at that point. I hated feeling so far from you.”
“I hated it too. Those years living away from you were not my best.”
We’re quiet, and I wonder if her thoughts are going to those years like mine are.
“Elle,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I’m so glad you’re in my bed.”
She laughs against my chest. “I think I’m in shock.”
I turn to face her, my hand moving to her cheek. “A good kind of shock?”
Her fingers trace circles over my chest. “Can’t you tell by the way I’ve moaned your name at least ten different ways?”
We both crack up.
“I did think that was a really good sign,” I say through my laughter.
“I’ve always wondered what your come face was,” she says. “You did not disappoint.”
“Ugh. I don’t even want to know what it looks like.”
“It’s the best. You’re beautiful. You’re so in control all the time. You rule out there on the field and you…know what you’re doing in bed...”
My heart swells at her praise.
“But watching you lose control…and knowing that I played a part in it…it’s—” She shakes her head.
“It’s what?”
“It’s addicting. I’m already addicted to it,” she says, her laugh somewhat shy now.
“Pleasebe addicted to it,” I say, leaning in and kissing her neck. “Because you don’t just play a part in it, youareit.”
She pulls my head back and stares at me. “You keep saying things that are?—”
“Say it,” I urge.
“I’m scared to.”
“Don’t be scared. It’s us, remember?”
She sits up and faces me, and I prop the pillows against the headboard and sit up too.
Her lips pucker as she studies me and then her shoulders relax and she shakes her head. “You know what? Let’s not talk about it tonight…or this morning.” She laughs. “It’s been the best night I’ve ever had, and we’re tired and on an orgasm high.”
She laughs again, and I reach out and weave my fingers through hers.
“I don’t want to do anything to mess this up,” she says.
“I know that feeling. I’ve been teetering back and forth on this high wire of not wanting to do anything to make you run.”
She scoots closer, and it’s impossible to not touch her soft skin now that I’ve experienced it.
“I’m never running from you, Rhodes. When I’ve withdrawn, ever, it’s only for self-preservation, not because…” Her voice trails off.