Our bodies are covered in sweat. A bead rolls from his beautiful, messy hair to the scruff of his square jaw, and I lean up to lick it away. Salt fills my mouth just before he turns and covers it with his.
He’s rocking, and I’m soaring. We’re holding onto each other when the sky explodes. My hips buck and clench, and he groans my name. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling the condom, coming deep between my thighs as my muscles hold him, pulling more and more.
“So fucking good.” He kisses my neck.
Our arms are around each other, and his forehead rests on my shoulder. We don’t move for several moments as our breathing starts to calm, as our bodies start to come down.
I’ve never been fucked like that in my life, but it’s more than that. I feel like I understand what the term making love means, which is insane. I’m not here to be Cal’s girlfriend, and lord knows this “playboy prince” has a reputation for getting around. Reggie somehow worked that into a previous conversation.
“Zelda,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against my skin, cutting off my spiraling thoughts. “You are amazing.”
I exhale a laugh. “High praise, I’m sure.”
His head pops up and he grins, resting it on his hand. “It is, actually, but I mean it. You’re as good as you look. Better.”
“Maybe we should stop talking about it.”
That makes him laugh, and he leans down to give me a firm kiss. It lingers a bit longer, warm and delicious until he breaks away.
“I swear that mouth drives me crazy.”
“You’re not too shabby with yours.” Reaching out, I touch his bottom lip with my thumb. He drops his chin and bites me, sending a little thrill through my midsection.
“I’d barely even started.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Just wait until Round 2.”
A shiver passes through me, and his eyes darken. “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl. I’ve been trying to get in your pants since that night at the ball.”
He’s teasing, and I pretend to pout. “And now that you have, you’ve lost all respect for me.”
“Never! I have very high respect for women who are dynamite in the sack. I plan to take advantage of you several more times tonight.”
I can’t help laughing. “Several?”
“How is your ankle?”
“I don’t even feel it.”
“That’s good, although I suppose your riding me tonight is out of the question.”
Pressing my lips together, I do a little frown. “I probably shouldn’t sit on it, which means I probably shouldn’t sit on you.”
“Shit.” He props his head on his hand and traces a finger along my lips. “I have this fantasy of you on top of me, straight up, bucking those hips, this gorgeous hair falling all around your tits.” He leans down and kisses me again. “I’m getting a semi just thinking about it.”
“You’re insatiable. Give me a chance to breathe.”
“Come here,” he rolls onto his back and pulls my cheek to his chest. I listen to his heartbeat as he threads his fingers into the back of
my hair. “I wanted to punch Rowan in the nuts tonight when he swept you up in his arms like some kind of fucking superhero.”
“Hmm,” I say, feeling my eyes growing heavy. “That was a great moment. You should try it sometime.”
“I fucking would’ve if he hadn’t. Show off. I saw you first.”
“Mm-hm.” I say through an exhale, my cheek blissfully pressed to his toned chest.
On the television, I watch as Demi Moore takes a dollar coin from Robert Redford that has tails on both sides and gets out of his limo.
“Dumb movie,” I grumble, and I feel Cal chuckle.