Page 61 of His to Love
“I don’t want to lose you either,” he said, his voice husky and deep. He pulled away and dipped his chin, resting his forehead on mine.
His fingers tightened on the back of my neck and I could feel him tense when he opened his mouth and snapped it close. I let him have his moment, my eyes looking at his closed lids.
Because a part of me wondered if he was not telling me the same thing I wasn’t telling him.
I was in love with him all over again. Losing him would ruin me.
—
“That was incredible,” Tyson murmured.
I was draped all over him, and my heart pounded against our chests. My head was nestled into the curve of his shoulder and my lips continued pressing kisses along the column of his throat. His arms wrapped around me tightly as his hips arched into me slowly. He was still inside me after we’d just finished making love.
It wasn’t just sex that morning when I woke up and Tyson began trailing soft kisses down my ribcage and over my hips. It wasn’t just sex when he slowly slid inside of me and then rolled so I was straddling him. It wasn’t sex as our hips moved in a synced rhythm as if we’d been doing this for years.
It was making love.
It shined just as brightly in his dark blue eyes as I hoped it shined in my light blue ones.
I was still catching my breath, small tremors vibrating through my body as his hips continued to rock against me, teasing me and drawing out the aftershocks of an orgasm that had left me crying out so hard I was thankful we didn’t have the windows open. None of his neighbors needed to be awakened at six in the morning with that noise echoing through the neighborhood.
“I have to go get rid of the condom,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my cheek.
I clung to him harder. “I like you here.”
He chuckled, his laughter hitting my ears and making me quiver beneath him. “I like being here.”
He pushed me off him slowly until he could slide out of me, and then he gently shifted me to the side of the bed next to him. I rolled over, following his movements toward the bathroom.
“I’m on the pill,” I said once he returned after he finished cleaning himself up. “And I trust you.”
He blinked twice and nodded. His tongue came out and licked his bottom lip, but he didn’t seem as pleased as I thought he would.
More like hesitant.
Coldness prickled at the back of my neck and I sat up, pulling the covers over my chest.
“I’m clean,” he said and took a step toward me. Then, as if he needed to think twice about coming to me, he turned and went to his dresser and quickly pulled on a simple gray T-shirt and boxers. “I think it’d be best to keep using them, though.”
My head jolted back in shock. Looking at his back, I saw his shoulders fall as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Why?” I asked, and I hated the pain laced in the simple word. It wasn’t a big deal. We had just started seeing each other again. Maybe I was mistaken about the emotion I felt rolling off him earlier.
He was quiet for several moments and continued looking at the dresser in front of him before he turned around. When he did, my spine stiffened at the uncertainty clouding his features.
“I just think that with whatever is happening between us, we should take it slow.”
“Whatever is happening between us,” I murmured, repeating his words out loud.
God. How could I have been so far off the mark earlier? I must have just seen what I wanted to see.
“Blue?”
I looked down at the floor to where my shirt had been discarded last night. And to where his T-shirt that I wore to bed last night had been discarded this morning when he woke me up, wanting me.
Or just wanting sex.
“It’s fine,” I muttered. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and reached down, bypassing his clothes and grabbing my own.
