“You really are massive everywhere.” She says it breathlessly, with a hint of accusation.
“Never apologized for that before, but if you want me to, I will.”
“Maybe.” But her lips twitch too.
Damn if this girl isn’t everything good in the world.
“We can stop,” I grunt, even though it kills me to say it.
“You wouldn’t be mad?”
“No, I won’t be mad.” I might die of sexual frustration, but I’d do that before I’d hurt her again.
She tightens around me, and my smile evaporates.
My abs flex hard, my thighs clenching. I’m not used to letting someone fuck me.
I’d let her do anything she wanted.
Carve her name into my skin with her nails, red against the black tattoos covering me.
I move my feet up the bed to support her, but she seems fascinated by what we’re doing together.
“Oh!” She swallows, her head tipping back. “Ohhhhh.”
“What is it?” I murmur.
“I like watching you. Watching us,” she whispers.
And a whole other ream of ideas comes tumbling through my brain at her saying that.
Mirrors.
Photos.
Videos.
I get even harder.
“How does it feel for you?” she asks.
“Like heaven and hell all at once,” I say honestly.
“Hell?” Nova cocks her head, her lips curving. They’re a shade darker than her hair.
Yeah, because you’re in control, and I’d give you all of it.
She rocks over me, gaining confidence.
“Tell me how you feel,” I say under my breath.
“It feels wrong. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.” She arches her hips on a moan. “But somehow, that only makes me want to do it more.”
I fucking growl.
“Ride me,” I urge.
She lifts her hips a few inches, then slowly slides back down.
I’ve never been religious, but I’d worship at her temple every day for the rest of my life for a moment of this.
My jaw clenches, and my fingers dig hard into her hips and ass.
Nova repeats the movement, a little longer, a little deeper.
I change the angle, helping hit new places.
“That’s it.” My lips brush her ear, the soft skin of her cheek.
Nova’s hair sticks to her neck as her hips move faster in time with the deepening of my thrusts.
So.
Fucking.
Sexy.
Her body is kissed with sweat from the effort, and I give her a moment to adjust before pulling back, then sinking back in.
“Take all of me,” I groan. “Every fucking inch is for you.”
We move together, building up momentum.
She moans louder as I thrust harder and faster. Her grip on me tightens, her fingers and her pussy.
Her hips are rolling too, grinding to meet mine.
I’m so deep in her I swear I can feel her heartbeat through my cock.
I’m doing everything in my power to rock her world.
From the moment she looked up at me on the couch, it was a given she was going to rock mine.
“Oh God. I’m close,” she moans.
I want her to finish first. Not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because I want to watch her lose control.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you come undone.”
I shove myself up onto my elbows, taking her breast in my mouth and sucking hard.
She twists and grinds on me, her body clenching as she cries out.
When she comes, it’s sweaty and real. I want to imprint every moan, every flutter, every arching curve on my memory forever.
My release is intense, an explosion of pleasure starting at the base of my spine.
Stars.
All I see is fucking stars, and her, and if there’s a heaven, it’s this moment right here.
I fall back, and she collapses onto me.
The thudding behind my ribs matches hers. Our skin sticks together, her floral scent settling over me like a blanket I want to wrap around me.
“You were right,” she murmurs. “That wasn’t so bad.”
I shift up on my elbows to stare down at her. “Not so bad?!”
Nova’s lips curve, her eyes dancing with humor and satisfaction. “Okay, it was really good. You’re so sexy, with or without clothes. This is just one more way to have fun together.”
The pleasure from her words hits in a different way than the orgasm. I love how honest she is with me.
“You’re the sexy one,” I murmur, brushing her hair from her face. “Thought I might die if you tapped out early.”
She grins. “I’m guessing there are other ways to finish you off.”
“Uh-huh. You keep talking like that, I’ll show you. Sooner than later.”
I slip out from under her long enough to dispose of the condom, then return, tugging her over me again. I’m stroking her hair when her words cut into my thoughts.
“You don’t seem like the kind of guy who panics.”
“Hmm?”
“What you said before. About panicking and that’s why you gave me that letter? You don’t seem like a guy who panics.”
“I do panic. I don’t show it.” I rarely explain myself unless it’s at media going over my game, but this is Nova. I want to let her in, so I reach for the words to express the things I normally try to keep hidden. “It turns over and over inside me, getting worse and worse. I bury it, like throwing dirt on lava, but eventually the dirt gets burned up too.”
“How do you fix it?” Her hand strokes my face, her eyes full of compassion.
“I don’t. I guess I got used to feeling terrible and not showing it. When it came to you…” I swallow as the deal rises up in my mind. Mentioning it feels crass and ugly after what we just did. “I didn’t want to fuck up the things you’ve worked for. I knew I’d hate myself if I did that. I guess I’ve never trusted myself outside of basketball.”
“Then it’s definitely time to start.”
I pull her into my arms and lock them around her from behind, getting comfortable.
“I’m not letting you leave again,” I murmur.
She’s already asleep.
14
NOVA
“Nova?”
Brooke’s voice from the other room has me blinking open my eyes.
I was in the middle of a wild dream. One where I was flying and falling and aroused all at once. I inhale deeply, my ribs pressing against a hard, warm band of muscle and bone that smells deliciously male.
It was only a dream, except…
There’s a wide, firm chest pressed against my back. The possessive arm around my waist is carved with black lines, bold swirls that look like ropes surrounding not only him but me too.
Clay stayed over.
I wanted to hold him at a distance. It worked, until he carried me into my bedroom and proceeded to strip away every idea I’ve ever had about sex.
It was the closest I’ve ever felt to another human and not only because I’m deliciously sore in places I’ve never been sore before.
The first time was intense enough. But when I woke a few hours later, he was right there ready to go again.