Until May (Until Her/Him #11)(59)

“When you have time off for spring break, we should go away for a few days. Maybe go back down to Florida and spend time on the beach?” He kisses my jaw, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders while hooking my leg over his hip.

“I’d like that,” I say softly, closing my eyes when my second alarm goes off. Reaching over for it, I gasp when he pulls down the top of my nightgown, and his big hand cups my breast.

“Are you going to shut that off?”

“I would if you’d st-op,” I whimper the last word when his lips wrap around my nipple, and his hand moves under the back of my thigh, then up over my hip. I fumble with the alarm, trying to turn it off. Something that is extremely difficult with his mouth and his hands on me. And when I finally get it, I slide my fingers into his hair and arch my back.

“Have I told you how obsessed I am with the sounds you make when I touch you?” His lips trail across my chest to the opposite breast, and I grip his hair when he cups my sex and his fingers delve under the edge of my panties. “Wet.” He leans up, finding my mouth with his. My muscles quiver as he circles my clit with two thick fingers before sinking them inside me over and over. Just when I’m sure I’m going to lose it from just this, he pulls back, taking his mouth and his hand away.

My eyes fly open, and I start to protest, but my words are cut off when he grasps my panties and rips them down my thighs, then kicks off his boxers. I blink when I’m suddenly flipped to my belly, and my breath catches as he jerks my hips up and sinks inside me in a hard thrust that I feel deep in my belly.

“Oh God.” My head flies back, and my hands move to the headboard as he begins to slam into me over and over.

“Fuck,” he groans, curving his arm around my waist so he can yank me up, impaling me on his cock. Then his hands grasp my breasts, and my head falls back to his shoulder. “Touch yourself,” he orders against my ear, nipping the lobe as my hand slides between my thighs so I can roll my fingers over my clit.

My vision begins to darken around the edges as his hips rock into mine. I turn my head, tucking my forehead against his neck, and my breath stills while my scalp begins to tingle. Digging my nails into his thigh with my free hand, my core begins to spasm, and I listen to him groan.

I come apart, whimpering his name while his thrusts grow sporadic. And then his arms cross my body, one across my chest over my breasts, the other around my lower waist. He holds my hips down on his, keeping me exactly where I am as he comes, and I relish in the feeling of him losing himself inside me. With my chest heaving and my heart pounding, I laugh when my third alarm goes off.

“Jesus, how many of those do you set?”

“Three.” I lean forward to turn it off, and he chuckles, then kisses my neck when I lean back into him. “I need to shower,” I whisper when his hands move back around me.

“I’ll join you.” He helps me off his lap and gets off the bed, then leans over me, smiling when I fall to my back.

“I just need a minute,” I tell him as my chest heaves.

“I’ll start the shower.” His mouth touches mine, then he drags the blanket over me and heads for the bathroom, where a second later I hear the shower turn on. With my eyes feeling heavy and my body relaxed, I close my eyes, then open them up when I feel him come back to the side of the bed. “Come on.”

He tosses the blanket away, then picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bathroom and into the shower. As soon as my feet hit the tile floor, he turns me to face him, then steps out of the way of the spray as he grabs my loofa, loading up the soap before giving it to me. As I wash up, he does the same but is faster than I am, because he doesn’t have to wash his hair.

“Do you want a shake?” he asks while stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Yes, please, and coffee.”

“You got it.” He steps toward me and drops a kiss to my lips before closing the door of the shower and leaving the room.

Thirty minutes later, with my hair mostly blown out, dressed in a pair of black slacks with a cream turtleneck I tucked in and black boots on my feet, I leave the bedroom with my cell phone in hand. I find him dressed in jeans and a thermal with a cup of coffee in his hand, looking out the back door.

“Are you going to go check on your sister today?” I ask him while going to the counter, where a mug of coffee and my shake are waiting for me.

“If I have time.” He looks at me over his shoulder, and I bite back the urge to tell him that he should make time. I get that he and his sister have always had a rocky relationship, but the broken woman I saw a couple of days ago needs someone in her corner. And if he’s right about her friends and his mom, then they are not going to give her the support she needs right now. “I sent her a text last night after we got home from dinner. She said she was watching romance movies and drinking the wine you had delivered.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you sent her a message.” I bite my lip as he opens the door to let the dogs in, and they both come over to greet me.

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbles as I squat down to give both the pups some love and attempt to hide the look on my face, because it is a big deal that he reached out to her.

“Maybe she can come over for dinner this week.” I peek up at him as he walks across the room toward me.

“Maybe.” He helps me up, then his hands wrap around my sides, and he ducks his face closer to mine so that we’re eye-to-eye.