After We Fall (Take the Fall, #3)(39)

With each pass of his talented mouth and tongue, I edge closer and closer to my orgasm. My body shakes and trembles, and my hips attempt to find his rhythm, only for me to quickly realize that he’s trying something new. Something that makes me gasp his name and my back arch off the bed.

His fingers work their way inside me, finding me so completely wet for him that there is very little resistance. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I cry out his name, my orgasm rushing over me like the tide.

It’s all at once sweet and painful, because I wasn’t ready. “I wanted to come with you inside me.”

Hunter peers up at me as he gently removes his fingers. He licks them, eyes closing like he’s savoring the taste. “You will.” Reaching to one side, he grabs his jeans and pulls a silver square out of the back pocket.

“Mighty confident, aren’t we?” I’m not just referring to the condom but to his insistence that I will come again.

“Any other way I should be?”

You’re perfect, I want to say, but I don’t. “No.”

Setting back on his heels, he rips open the condom and rolls it on. Then he’s over me again, spreading my thighs wide, and my hands go to his back, urging him on. The broad head of his cock pushes in, stretching me.

I can hear his teeth grinding in my ear before he whispers, “Relax, angel, and let me in.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m excited,” I admit, and I can feel him smile against my cheek.

“You’re very wet, too.” He presses forward, no stopping until he is fully inside and I gasp his name. “God, that’s a sweet sound.”

Turning my head, I kiss one of his strong biceps. “You feel so good.”

“I can feel even better.” He thrusts hard inside me, his hands going to my wrists and pinning them to the bed. “Spread your thighs wider.”

As I obey him, he is able to slide in the smallest of distances, but it’s enough to make me feel as though I am about to burst with him. He’s so heavy, so big, and—his hips begin to move, his strokes measured and tight. My breasts bounce, rubbing my hard nipples against his chest.

I glance up at Hunter. His jaw is set painfully tight.

“Am I hurting you?” A foolish question if there ever was one.

“Yeah, but it’s not your fault.” He retreats, taking his cock away from me. “Good damn thing I’m using a condom. Or I’d be unloading in you right this f*cking minute.”

Lifting my hips, I rotate them. “Does this help?”

“You know it doesn’t.” His eyes narrow. “You want to play? I play, but I’ll win.”

“How about we both get to win?”

He lets go of one of my wrists and puts his hands between us, his fingers finding my sensitive clit and stroking it. Rubbing. Teasing. “I think you’re talking too much.”

My body tightens, and when his head dips to allow his mouth to suck on one of my nipples, it explodes. I come so hard that I see sparks, then my vision gets all foggy. Pieces of me are falling, even as I feel Hunter surge inside me faster and faster. He mutters a curse, shouts my name, and thrusts so deeply that I’m sure we are permanently one.

His lips find mine and his tongue is thrusting inside, mimicking what his cock was doing only seconds earlier. Incredibly, desire starts to build again, encouraging me to take more and more of him.

Suddenly, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him, and he moves so that his erection slides out of me. “I need to keep my head on straight.”

With a sigh, I melt into him. Strong hands glide up and down my back until my eyes are closing without my permission.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak.

“I brought more condoms.”

That makes my head jerk up. “You did?”

“What can I say?” He gives me a lopsided yet confident smile. “I’m an optimist.”

—

“Do you want me to stay the night?” he asks, pushing my hair away from my face after round number three of sex. I’m sore in places that haven’t been used in a long time. He’s already disposed of the condom and even used a warm cloth to clean me up as well. I don’t think I’ve ever been taken care of like this before.

It is The. Best. Feeling. Ever.

When Hunter leaves my bed, it won’t be to find something that I’ve done wrong in his eyes. I won’t live in this blissful peace until he literally tears it away from me.

It’s lovely…and disconcerting.

Mistaking my silence for a no, he says, “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable.”

I simultaneously love and hate how considerate he is being. I’d rather he make the decision and tell me. Foolish, yes, especially when I have been craving freedom. Except, what if he’s not being considerate at all? What if he’s merely being nice? What if he’s ready to bolt now that we’ve finally slept together and—

“Shit. I can’t, Evangeline. I can’t lie about how I am not okay at all with leaving you tonight.” Tenderly, he kisses me and I have to wonder at the emotion behind the kiss. “I want to stay. Tell me to stay.”

I smile up at him, my heart pounding, because this can be the absolute worst decision I make since leaving Penn. “Stay.”