Royce’s second finger joined his first in the race to her orgasm. Her hips bucked as she tumbled over in record time. Static fuzz descended, blotting out her worries. The words on her tongue as she clutched around his fingers were “Yes, Royce, yes.” But if the timing had been different, if she would’ve allowed her heart to speak for her, those words would have been “I love you. I love you...”
In a perfect world, he would’ve returned that sentiment instead of saying, “Be right back.”
As he left the room, she warned herself not to rush him. She wanted him however she could have him, and if that meant she loved him with everything in her without him knowing, then that’s how it would have to be. They had plenty of time for him to realize he loved her, too. He had a lot on his plate. That was all.
He returned to the living room, sheathed, but instead of crashing down over her, he lifted her into his arms. Pressing her back against the nearest blank wall, he instructed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She did as she was told and was rewarded by the long, slick slide of him entering her. Sensitive from his earlier kisses, her channel tightened around him as he moved, giving them both the pressure they desired.
“Taylor. God.” Each broken word fell from lips she kissed over and over, while her fingers toyed in his hair. She kept her gaze on his face, her truncated breaths sawing from her lungs as they made love against the wall. She had to see the moment he came. Had to witness taking him over the edge of control—control he favored but relinquished whenever he was with her.
It was heady, that power shift.
His hips sped and sweat broke out on his forehead. Loud groans of excitement exited his throat, folded around swear words.
“Harder. Harder,” she encouraged. I love you.
“I’m there. I’m there.” His voice faded into a shout of completion as he pressed her back flat against the wall. She absorbed his weight and strength, kissing his face and neck and tasting the salt on his skin.
He loved her, too. Soon he’d realize it. She wouldn’t rush him.
They had plenty of time.