Gold (All that Glitters #2)(103)

She was holding on by a thread. He brushed her clit with his tongue, and her whole body shook with her lack of restraint. She was not going to be able to keep this up. Her body was already turning to putty.

His fingers skimmed up her leg and then down the length of her lips. She was already so wet and easily coated him.

“Fuck,” he said against her skin.

She was a goner.

He slid his fingers in and out of her, and he had to use his other arm to hold her body down. She felt herself coming undone. She couldn’t hold out any longer. It was as if he already knew exactly how to work her. He knew her body like he knew her mind.

She came hard at the insistence of his fingertips and the tip of his tongue. She honestly wasn’t sure if she had ever come this hard. She was swimming in a sea of euphoria. Her body was coated in the stars. Her mind was basking in the glow of the sun. She was away—far, far away—where nothing could reach her as she rocketed through the sky.

She must have cried out because suddenly Eric’s mouth was on hers. He tasted of her, but she didn’t pull away. She felt blissfully alive, endorphins hitting her body with the force of a bulldozer.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“Me? You’re the one who made me orgasm,” she muttered.

He laughed. “I like you like this.”

“You can make me like this…anytime.”

“I plan to.”

Eric stripped out of his boxers and settled himself between her legs.

She put her hand out to stop him. “Wait…don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

“This is going to make me feel very good,” he said as he slid inside her without protest.

He buried himself deep until she was completely full. Her body contracted all around him.

“Next time,” she whispered. Then, she lost her train of thought.

“Next time, I will f*ck you, too. And the next time and the next time.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

He laughed into her neck. “You agree so easily. I could get used to this.”

“You’d better.”

He lovingly kissed her neck once and then started up a slow pace, testing her. She gripped his muscular back, digging her fingernails in. He felt incredible. This was a thousand times better than when he had taken her in the locker room, and that had been mind-blowing. But this time…he was hers.

It blew her away that Eric Wilkins was hers. She had idolized him as a football player, thought he was gay, hated him, become friends with him, and then fallen in love with him. It all felt…surreal. Here she was, not just f*cking Eric, but making love with him. This was terrifying in the finality of it, but she wanted it. She wanted him.

Sensing her emotions, Eric picked up the pace. He slammed into her relentlessly. As she felt him getting closer, he wrapped his arms around her back and hauled her up into a sitting position. Then, he worked her hips, so she was bouncing up and down on top of him. He pushed into her so deep that she didn’t think she could hold out any longer.

“Oh, f*ck,” she cried.

“Come for me, Bri,” he demanded.

“Come with me.”

And they did. Her whole world tilted, and suddenly, as if it had always been that way, it started to revolve around this wonderful man. He held her in his arms as they both came down from their climaxes and lightly kissed her all over. First, on her hair, then her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and finally, her lips. Featherlight kisses that promised so much.

He pulled back to stare into her eyes and then smiled. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you, too.”

He looked relieved.

She nudged him. “I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Well, certainly not after that,” he joked.

She sighed and lay back on the bed. “I feel amazing.”

“I feel like I’m going to need another shower.”

She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. “I could help with that.”

They spent the rest of the night locked in each other’s arms, making up for lost time. They knew that not everything would be fixed between them so easily, but this was the first step.

Bryna woke up the next morning to light filtering in through the window. Her body was pleasantly sore but utterly content. She opened her eyes to find herself in Eric’s bed. A smile touched her lips, and she relaxed back into the pillow.

Memories of last night washed over her, and her body heated at what had happened. The clearest thing of all was her confession. She loved him. She had told him she loved him. Even when she had thought she felt that for Jude, she had never told him. Now that she was looking back on it, she wasn’t sure she had even loved Jude. She had loved the idea of Jude. How could I have loved someone I knew nothing about?

Eric was different. She knew him completely. He was the person she always wanted to run to when times got tough. He made her feel safe, whole, happy.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, and he tugged her tighter against him as if refusing to let her go. She didn’t fear that when he woke up things would be different or that he would push her away after the haze of the night was gone. This just felt right.

She slightly shifted her weight, and he groaned.

His lips touched her shoulder, and he squeezed her once more. “Morning.”