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She could see in his eyes that he didn’t.
His hands ran up her thighs. “Is this hurting your leg?” he asked.
“What leg?” she responded.
Rocky grinned. “That was…” He paused, and Bristol held her breath waiting for whatever he was going to say.
“Right,” he finally said after a moment.
It was. It so was.
Moving carefully so as not to lose his softened cock, Bristol lowered herself until she was lying on Rocky’s chest. She nuzzled the skin of his neck and petted his beard. She heard him chuckle, but didn’t care. She loved this. Lovedhim.
The thought didn’t even faze her. Not in the least. She’d known, at least subconsciously, that she loved this man before she’d gone to bed with him. She never would’ve let him take her bare if she didn’t. Wouldn’t be planning on moving to Fallport if she didn’t. It might be too soon to say the words, but she damn well thought them.
“Something smelled good when I got home,” Rocky said, running his fingers up and down her back lazily.
She smiled against him. “Baked potatoes, although the gravy I was making is probably ruined. At least you turned off the heat before you jumped me.”
He chuckled. “Hey, don’t want to burn the apartment complex down. What else?”
“Shrimp and sausage with peppers and broccoli.”
His belly rumbled, and Bristol laughed. The movement made his cock slip out from between her legs. They both moaned at the loss.
Rocky immediately rolled once more until Bristol was under him. He took her face in his hands as he’d done when he’d gotten home. It was hot as hell and made her shiver when he held her like that, looking deep into her eyes.
“Best I’ve ever had,” he said solemnly. “And if I hadn’t skipped lunch, I’d be ready for round two.”
For a moment, Bristol resented the fact that he hadn’t stopped to eat. But then again, if he had, it was likely he wouldn’t even be home yet. Her man liked to work until he got to a good stopping point, even if that meant he didn’t get home until after seven or eight at night. Admittedly, something he did rarely these days.
“So here’s what we’re gonna do. Get outta bed, clean up, eat, then I’m gonna bring you back here and eatyou. I’m kicking myself for not doing that the first time, but seriously, I couldn’t wait to get inside you. Then I’m gonna let you be on top and take me, because seeing you straddling me? Hot as fuck, Punky. We’ll sleep, and then have morning sex before I head off to finish the job I started today.”
“You have it all planned out, huh?” Bristol asked, but she wasn’t opposed to anything he’d said. Not at all.
“I’ve got nothing planned,” he admitted. “But now that I’ve been inside you bare, all I can think about is getting back in there. I’m going to try not to overwhelm you, and if I do, just tell me to back off. Holding you is going to be just as satisfying as being inside you.”
That was sweet in its own way. “I have a feeling it’s going to be hard for us to keep our hands off each other for a while,” she told him honestly.
“Agreed. But I’m not exactly small, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. So change of plans…you can take a hot bath after we eat, then I’ll eat you out and you can fuck me.”
Bristol giggled. “Deal.”
Rocky stared at her for a long moment.
“What?” she asked when she couldn’t take his intense scrutiny for another second.
“I’m just wondering how in the hell I got here. How you’re here with me.”
“Guess I’m just lucky.”
“Wrong, I’m the lucky one.” He leaned down, kissed her long, hard and deep, then rolled off. He walked over to the closet without one iota of self-consciousness. And why would he? He was built.
Determined to display the same confidence, Bristol scooted over to the edge of the mattress and stood. And his come immediately began to leak down her inner thigh.
Surprised—because she hadn’t lied earlier, this was the first time she’d let anyone come inside her—she could only stand there, staring at her legs.
“Sorry, but that’sdamnsexy,” Rocky said. He went down on his knees in front of her and watched as his come continued to leak out of her.
