Page 42 of Crashing Into You

He lifts his head, his green gaze amused. “Believe me, I want to fuck you. Can you feel how hard I am for you?” He rocks his hips against my still sensitive clit and I gasp. “Iwant to give you everything you want. But we don’t have any condoms, unless you have a stash somewhere.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

Oh. Yeah. That’s a problem. I stop wriggling. My hand comes between us, to the hardness pressing into me. I squeeze it lightly, and he takes in a breath.

“Then let me suck you,” I say.

“Do you want to?”

I don’t answer. Instead I kiss him, sucking on his tongue, while my hand moves between us. I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe, and I want to give him the pleasure he gave me.

And tomorrow I’m going out to buy condoms.

Screw the deal. This is as real as it’s ever going to be, and I want him. Even if we only have a month.

He lifts his head and rolls off me, his back to the back of the sofa. I sit up and turn myself around, lying down again so my body is close to his, my head at his groin. I undo his trousers, releasing him.

His cock is beautiful. Granted, I haven’t seen many of them. But it’s long and thick and smooth. I lick the head, along the rosy slit, and he takes in a choked breath. I slide my tongue down his length, at the same time cupping his balls, playing with them. As I wet him with my tongue, I put my hand around his shaft, sliding it up and down in my mouth, sucking him.

“Fuck, Claire.” The choked groan comes from somewhere above me. I suck him, worshipping him the way he does me, lapping him up, feeling him throb in my mouth. He starts fucking my mouth, little thrusts, and I take it, overcome with sensation, the musky scent of him, his hardness in my mouth, his silky skin.

Then his hands are on my hips, pulling me to him, opening my thighs to his fingers, his tongue. I try not to scream against his dick, moaning as he starts licking me, playing with me, driving me up and over the edge once more, possessing my body like no one else ever has.

I fall apart again, unable to help it, moaning as I come. A moment later he does the same, spurting onto me as I pull back, stroking his shaft as it throbs in my hand.

I am a mess. My sofa is a mess.

And I don’t care at all.

ChapterNineteen

Claire

Iwake up with Bryce wrapped around me.

It’s a pretty amazing way to wake up, to be honest. Early morning light shines through the translucent blinds covering the long windows in my bedroom, and I just lie there, enjoying the moment, the feel of his hard body against mine, relaxed in sleep.

I finally got my hands on his magnificent abs last night. Along with the rest of him. I’m still a virgin. Barely.

After we finished on the sofa last night, I kind of needed a shower. It seemed natural for Bryce to need one as well, and for us to take one together in my large walk-in shower. A pulse beats between my legs again at the memory of him coming towards me, naked and tanned, his muscular buttocks paler than the rest of him, his magnificent cock in its nest of dark sandy hair. I sank to my knees, unable to resist taking him in my mouth again as water ran over us, Bryce bracing his hand against the tiles and groaning as I sucked him to climax. Then he was on me, soaping my breasts, taking my nipples in his mouth and licking each one, leisurely, until I squirmed and squealed, begging for more. He sat me on the marble-tiled ledge and put his mouth on me, using his tongue and fingers to make me come several times before he was satisfied. Then, barely able to stand, we wrapped ourselves in towels and tumbled into my bed together. I don’t even remember falling asleep, just a vague sense of Bryce kissing me, gentle, then nothing more.

I am in heaven.

Luckily, I have the day off today, though I do need to go and get my car. And then buy condoms and come back here, if I have my way. The little warning voice in my head is silent for now. I guess multiple orgasms can do that to a girl. I run my fingers down the curve of Bryce’s back, along his muscular buttocks, the strong thighs. To be here with him, to be naked with him feels like the most natural thing in the world, in a way it never was with Simon. He always felt, somehow, like an intrusion. I used to send him home as soon as I could whenever he stayed over, wanting my space back. But Bryce has already become part of this place, despite the fact I’ve only known him a short while. It’s a strange sensation.

After my parents died, I used to try and comfort myself with the idea that they were watching over me, that they wouldn’t steer me wrong. But then I met Simon and everything did go horribly wrong, and I wondered, in my darkest moments, whether they might have moved on to wherever people go when they die. But now, lying here with Bryce, feeling the absolute rightness of his presence in my space, I realise it was me who stopped listening, taking Simon back time and time again, even though everything in me protested against it. Once more I get that sense of destiny, as though Bryce and I have known each other forever, rather than just a short time. It’s something beyond just being comfortable in his presence; rather, it’s a connection on some deep level. I don’t feel alone anymore.

“Thanks,” I whisper, gazing out at the bright dawn. I drop a kiss on Bryce’s shoulder. He murmurs, sleepily, his green eyes opening to slits. His arm comes out and he rolls onto his side, pulling me to him. We lie there, skin to skin, and I can feel his heart beating. I close my eyes.

I wake again, a little while later. A hand is on my backside, tracing circles across my skin, rippling goosebumps across me.

“Hmmm.” I stretch against him, loving how he feels against me.

“Morning.” Green eyes gaze into mine.

“Morning.” I reach up for his kiss. He’s hard again, and I put my hand on his cock, gripping him gently.

He takes in a sharp breath. His hands come to my breasts, palming my nipples, squeezing them.

“Bryce, I want?—”