Chapter Three #3
She wasn’t fighting him on that. Stroking her finger down his spine, she whispered in his ear. “Then let me be on top. You’re heavy.”
He grumbled but rolled them over and somehow managed to free the covers. He pulled the comforter over them, and Roxie settled against his chest. She could hear his heart beating beneath her ear. He generated heat like a furnace, and her cold toes curled in delight.
She’d broken all her promises to herself. Again.
Just like she’d known she would.
She had principles and she knew what decisions she should make, but life had also taught her to grab the good things when she could. She stretched out atop Billy’s muscled body. He had a lot of good things to grab.
She knew she was playing with fire, but being with him had been the first time tonight that it had actually felt like a celebration. They’d both officially “made it.”
Although once long ago she’d thought they’d make it together, and he wouldn’t be living all the way over in North Carolina.
Thinking about the distance between them hurt.
The physical distance, as well as the emotional.
She stroked her fingers slowly over his chest. She’d thought he might really be gone this time.
It had been over two years since he’d walked out The Ruckus’s doors.
Two years since they’d talked… and touched…
Splayed atop him, she could feel his softened erection against her inner thigh.
The lighting inside her bedroom was the same as it had been outside, moonlit and secretive.
The silence here was more palpable. Without the soft breeze and the rustle of leaves, all she heard was the sound of their breaths and the hum of the refrigerator out in the kitchen. For all their physical gymnastics moments earlier, the silence had returned.
Along with the fear of consequences.
And regret that he’d be gone again come sunlight.
Sleep had been sneaking up on her, but the thought made her eyes pop open. She’d given him until morning. There was no reason why she couldn’t indulge herself just a while longer.
Spreading her hand wide on his ribcage, she toyed with his masculine nipple. His breath hitched for a second, but he remained relaxed against the pillow. Her brow furrowed. Okay…
Turning her head, she gave his other nipple a slow, wet lick.
That made his head pop off the pillow.
He let out a hiss when she began to kiss her way down his breastbone. The muscles of his abdomen were particularly intriguing. His fingers tangled in her hair when she dipped her tongue into his belly button.
Curious, she slid her hand down further. He wasn’t so soft down there anymore.
His erection was stirring. She helped him along, pumping him up and down, but taking time to swirl her thumb over his sensitive head. When his hips lifted from the bed, nearly dislodging her, she knew he was ready.
Hooking his hands under her armpits, he tried to tug her upwards.
She was already rolling towards the nightstand. Swiping up the condom that had been left behind, she quickly opened the package.
An exasperated sigh left his lips. “If you’d just let me stay inside you, that other one probably would have lasted.”
She swung towards him, her hair flying about her shoulders. “Do you want me to do this?”
“Well, yeah but—”
“Then shush.” Her hold was a bit rough when she reached down to prepare him, but he shut his trap quick.
Although the look in his eye wasn’t all fun and games.
She saw that look as she straddled his hips, and her lips flattened. He didn’t like it? He could lump it.
On his own.
She looked to the ceiling. But she wanted him. At least one more time.
She took a deep breath that lifted her breasts and made him focus. Spreading her palms wide across his chest, she lifted herself up onto her haunches. With more care, she positioned his erection against her opening and slowly lowered herself onto him.
The sensation was powerful. Beautiful. He filled her when she was aching for so much. She kept sliding down until she’d taken all of him. Swirling her hips with a grinding motion, she drove home their connection.
“Roxie,” he warned as his fingers bit into her thighs.
He was fully engaged now, his irritation with her vaporizing into the misty night air.
Slowly, she rose back up again, her body shifting naturally.
It became like a dance then. She moved up and down, building the hunger.
He swayed with her, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.
Sounds of sex filled the room again… heavy sighs, caught breaths, and reluctant whimpers.
Full-out begging began when the desire cranked up a notch and became a demand for satisfaction.
Roxie’s breaths turned to pants. The muscles in her thighs felt hot, and they screamed from the controlled effort of lifting her weight up and down. Her bouncing breasts were held by masculine hands, but her hair streamed forward as she leaned over Billy, bracing herself against his shoulders.
“Faster,” he said. “Come on, Roxie. I can’t— Ah! Right there.”
“Ahhh!” Yes, right there.
He was digging his heels into the mattress and lunging up to meet her downward strokes.
What had started out as lazy late-night lovemaking was turning into something much more raw.
The headboard started knocking against the wall, adding to the sounds that revealed exactly what was happening in the darkness.
Roxie’s thrusts became shuddered. Fast and jerky. And exquisite.
When he lifted upward like that, he was hitting her just right.
Just right to—
She came with a startled cry. The orgasm just leapt through her, freezing her in position as it radiated out of her core and through her entire body.
Billy wasn’t quite there. Capturing her hips, he held her in place as he thrust recklessly up into her. Ravishing her. Milking out her pleasure until he found his own. He pulled her down for a harsh kiss when he came, and the bite of his grip was like a claiming.
A retaking.
And it reminded Roxie of what an idiot she was.
She took the pleasure anyway, gathering it up in her greedy arms. She tucked the feeling deep inside her, the connection that she treasured like nothing else, but that nip of fear came back sharper this time. With claws.
As soon as he took a deep, restorative breath, she was climbing off him.
“Damn it, Roxie,” he muttered, catching at her.
She’d already separated them. “Uh-uh,” she said.
Those were her terms.
But she allowed him to pull her to his side. Tucking her face into his shoulder, she finally settled down. Despite her resistance, sleep finally won the fight. It took her over and she was soon slumbering in Billy’s arms.
Never knowing that he still stared out at the moon, his jaw set like a Master Lock.