Screw that.
“Wade?”
“Yes, August?”
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.” He licked his lips, as if tasting the memory. “I knew you’d?—”
“I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”
My words ricocheted around the room like a bolt of erotic lightning, and after a moment of stunned surprise, his expression transformed, making him look dangerous. “You sure about that, Gus? I was planning to give you a few more orgasms before we got there. You didn’t think we could fit a minute ago.”
“I’m absolutely sure about what I want at this moment. The question is, areyou?” I was aiming for an expression that said Confident Woman Throwing Down the Sexual Gauntlet, but I wasn’t sure any of my muscles were under my control at the moment. Even the ones in my face.
Cute, he mouthed silently before kissing me again. I tasted myself on his lips, and a fresh stirring of desire shot through me when he rose up enough for his hard shaft to brush against my thigh.
That. I wanted that.
I ran my hands over his strong back, loving the way it flexed to my touch, and then I heard a wrapper tear. Condom. This was really happening. Finally.
“I wanted to make this last,” he said raggedly. “I need hoursbetween those thighs, longer on your breasts, but I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“They’ll be hanging around later,” I promised impatiently. “Sex now.”
“I was never going to be able to resist you, was I?”
If I were thinking straight, I might have reminded him that he’d done a great job of resisting me for most of our adult lives, but all of my energy and attention focused on the body he was positioning above me instead.
The head of his erection rubbed against my swollen, sensitive sex. Prodding gently, like a battering ram politely knocking at my front door.
“You’re so wet, August. Look at me.”
I blinked up into the handsome face I knew better than my own. My first crush. My fictional hero. The one I never thought I’d be with in real life.
His expression was raw and honest, his need laid bare—along with something vulnerable I thought I recognized but wasn’t ready to name.
We groaned together with his first tentative thrust. My toes curled and I tried to breathe through it, but the fit was so snug and he was everywhere. I could feel himeverywhere…and it ached a little more than I’d expected.
He started to pull back and I slapped my hands down on the curve of his ass, fingernails digging in to keep him right where he was until I could get my sex legs under me. “Wait.”
He inhaled sharply, seemingly unable to stop himself from grinding and causing my internal muscles to flutter and squeeze around him. “Nowyou want me to wait?”
“It’s been a while, and it’s not like riding a bike, where you can go straight from a Schwinn to a big fat Harley. Give me a second to adjust here.”
His shoulders shook with pained laughter. “You’re killing me, Gus. A Schwinn?”
I could already feel myself relaxing around him as he slid in a little deeper, a new wave of arousal easing the way. “Okay, we’re good.”
“You’re so good,” he muttered, brushing his lips against my cheek, my temple. “So tight and wet and good for me.”
This time when he started to move, I was completely on board with the decision, each stroke sending delicious sparks and promising tingles through my body as it stretched to accommodate all of him.
It was overwhelming. A little unbelievable. Abso-fucking-glorious.
Wade was inside me.
One hand gripped my thigh, keeping me open for him while he angled his next thrust in a way that wrung a shocked gasp from both of us. He’d found the spot again.
