Page 75 of Crashing Into You

We’ve been in bed for hours, going at it in different positions. He is definitely no longer holding back, and I have the aching thighs to prove it.

Like I say, bliss.

But now my bladder is calling. I wriggle out from beneath him, kissing him on the cheek, and head into the ensuite, blinking at the bright light. I fiddle with the light switches until a soft light comes on above the mirror over the washbasins. I turn off all the others.

After I’m done, I glance in the mirror while I wash my hands.

Fuck.

My lips are slightly swollen, my hair tangled. I look like a woman who has been thoroughly made love to, which is what I am. But the scar on my forehead is red and hideous, despite the invisible stitches the doctor used. I’d forgotten it was there, to be honest. I frown, touching it carefully with my fingers. It’s still tender, and I wonder how long it will take to heal.

“Hey, you okay?”

Bryce appears behind me in the mirror. Holy fuck. It hits me again how beautiful he is. Broad shoulders, muscled arms and pecs, and those amazing abs. Lean hips, strong thighs, and the heavy length of his cock. His sandy hair is tousled, his cheekbones shadowed. He looks like a statue of a Greek god.

“Uh, yeah.” I brush my hair forward, covering the scar.

He frowns, coming up behind me, close enough I can feel his heat. He reaches around, brushing the hair back from my face, revealing the scar. He kisses my cheek, then down my neck. My nipples harden. His fingers come to them, and the sight of his tanned hands against my skin, the way he plays with me, makes me instantly wet.

“Claire.”

“Yes?” His hand slides down my stomach, but stops just before it gets to where I want it to be. The other remains on my breast.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

He presses against me, heat all down my back. His hands hold me in place. “Are you worried about the scar?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He kisses the side of my neck, “And one of the strongest I have ever met. And you always will be. You don’t need to hide anything from me.” His green gaze meets mine in the mirror.

I love him so much. I can’t hold back anymore. “I heard what you said to me.”

He frowns, tilting his head slightly. His cock presses into my backside, rock-hard.

“In the car. When you found me. After the accident.”

The frown disappears and his lips part.

“I love you too.”

Oh god. It’s a gamble. But I need to say it. He needs to know, even if it was something just said in the heat of the moment.

He doesn’t say anything, but his whole expression sharpens with lust. He reaches across the counter to his toiletry bag, pulling out a condom. I watch his reflection, his hands leaving me for a moment as he rolls it on. He grabs my hips, tilting me forwards. I brace my arms on the counter.

“Say it again,” he growls. The tip of his cock presses against my opening. I am aching for him.

“I love you,” I gasp, as he thrusts into me. I watch his face, the movement of his hips as he grinds against me, and it’s so damn hot I can hardly bear it. He fucks me, filling me, so hard and strong. My orgasm builds as I bend further forward, taking him deeper, watching him in the mirror the entire time. His abs contract as he pumps into me, every muscle on his body clearly defined. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. I cry out, tightening around him, so close.

“Bryce, ah, yes, harder. Oh god.”

He obliges, and I tip over the edge, pleasure bursting through me. He pulls out, holding me upright against him as his fingers come to my clit, my nipples, playing with me as I writhe and moan, reflected in the mirror like a sex dream. I bet this isn’t on Joss’s bloody list. I come again, gasping as the climax explodes through me, Bryce’s arm around me the only thing holding me up.

When I stop shaking Bryce scoops me into his arms and takes me back to bed, laying me down as carefully as though I’m made of glass. He’s still erect, and I realise he hasn’t come yet. He follows my glance, and grins.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmurs, bending over me for a kiss. His knee nudges between mine and then his weight is on me, his cock sliding inside me once more. He pauses, and I can feel the trembling in his limbs as he holds back.