Page 239 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

My grip on his hair tightens as his suction on my clit increases and he pushes another finger inside me. It’s tight, but the stretch is so welcome.

“Oh, God. There. Right there,” I gasp as I teeter on the edge.

Fire shoots through my veins a beat before he grazes my G-spot one more time, and I go crashing into what feels like endless bliss.

He works me through it, his tongue continuing to lave at my clit, his fingers working inside me, until the pleasure finally begins to subside and I come back to earth.

When he sits up, he’s got the widest grin on his glistening face. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning over me for a kiss.

It’s over all too soon, and he’s climbing off the bed and standing at the end, watching me fight to catch my breath.

“Where are you going?” I ask in a panic, thinking he’s changed his mind.

I remember his words from Saturday night, him telling me that he wouldn’t take things any further after I’d been drinking, and I switched to soda soon after he arrived tonight. I didn’t want anything to ruin the chance of me getting what I really wanted for Christmas.

He shoots a smirk over his shoulder that has me relaxing.

“Don’t worry, there isn’t a chance of me going anywhere right now. The hotel could be on fire, and I’d have to think twice.”

I watch as he bends down, giving me a great view of his ass before he stands again and holds up what’s in his hand.

My stomach knots at the sight of the condom packets. Not one single packet. Multiple.

“You came prepared,” I say, hoping like hell my voice doesn’t convey just how nervous I am about this.

“I’d never forgive myself if I weren’t,” he tells me as he drops them on the bed.

“Remember what I said?” he asks, forcing me to look back at him just in time to watch as he drops his boxers.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, my eyes indulging in the sight of him naked before me.

He stands there, allowing me to take my fill before wrapping his hand around his hard length and slowly stroking it. I’m hit with memories of our time together—that first night we were intimate and I caught him jerking off in my bathroom.

“Hey, you’re not meant to be laughing right now,” he teases.

“Sorry, I was just thinking of that first time…”

“I was terrified of scaring you off,” he confesses as he crawls onto the bed. “But I was gonna explode if I didn’t do something.”

“As much as I hated that you ran away, I appreciated the shit out of your thoughtfulness.”

His smile grows. “I never want you to be uncomfortable in any situation.”

“I never have with you. I just get all up in my head sometimes.”

“How are you feeling right now?” he asks, searching my eyes as if he’ll find the truth lingering in them.

“Good. I’m feeling really good.” I mean, how could I not after the powerful orgasm he just gave me after flying out to spend the holiday with me and my family?

My chest tightens and my heart tumbles.

“Good,” he says before leaning forward to kiss me.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, but he keeps the kiss slow and tender, telling me everything he feels without words, and I pray he’s getting the same from me.

His hands begin to roam, and before long, he rolls me onto my back. Slowly, he gets himself into position between my thighs, his lips still on mine and his hands on my hips.

“Do you have any idea how often I think about getting inside you?” he asks after kissing across my jaw.