her there he would, but he wasn’t moving from this spot until he knew she was close.
“Now that feels wonderful.”
Good to know, so he kept it up and found that it wasn’t going to be long. She was squeezing him so hard inside of her that she was almost pushing him out. He moved back in and she squealed. “Do it again,” she said.
So he did but knew he wouldn’t have a lot left in him either.
It didn’t matter because her legs came up and wrapped around his hips when her back arched. She was coming again and he was lost in how she had no inhibitions and just let herself go.
And that meant he could do the same.
He leaned forward on his hands, his palms planted firmly by her head, his mouth going to hers, his hips pounding into her to the point he wasn’t sure if he was having an out of body experience or not.
He hoped not because if he never felt this way again he wanted to remember every minute of it.
His body was shaking and jerking as he came, her legs had fallen down and she was lying there breathing heavily again. This time he felt like he was the one that was sprinting up the mountain.
“Damn,” he said, rolling and putting her on top of him.
“Sorry to make you work so hard for it. I told you I was good.”
He laughed. “But you’re better now that I did work that hard, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she said. “I really am.”
12
Damn Proud
They were in the kitchen now, Brian with a beer in front of him, her with a glass of wine. If given the option, Robin might have suggested they stay in her bed for the night and screw dinner.
But the dogs needed to be fed and let out too and she’d promised him food.
She had to say she was damn proud of herself for taking what she wanted.
It’d taken a lot of courage for her to work herself up to doing that. The devil on her shoulder pretty much punted the angel back into church and locked the doors.
She hoped the angel stayed there for a bit now.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. “I know I’m starving. What a workout that was. I feel like I’m so out of shape.”
“You’re in great shape,” he said. “Yes, I’m hungry. Anything I can help with?”
“Nope. You can sit there and keep me company. I was just going to make some burgers. I put together a potato salad earlier. I hope that is okay.”
“That’s perfect for me.”
“I just thought it was an easy meal. I’d rather spend more time with you than cooking and cleaning up.”
“I’m a champion patty maker,” he said when she pulled the ground beef out. “Let me at least do that for you.”
“Sure.” She grabbed some spices and then mixed the meat up, pushing it over to him to form some patties while she grabbed a pan. “I’m just going to get a nice sear on the outside of them and then pop them in the oven to finish.”
“That works for me. So, are you happy?” he asked.
She turned and got a look at the first patty he’d made. “Those are huge.”
“I worked up one heck of an appetite. I’ll make a smaller one for you. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question. Are you happy?”
“I am. I’m happy in general, I think. But tonight, I’m ecstatic.”
“Then I did my job and my reward is a big fat juicy burger.”
Robin laughed. She never had fun conversations like this with men before. She had to stop comparing Brian to anyone, least of all Alex, but it was so hard.
Though she hadn’t been a virgin when she met Alex, their sex life left a lot to be desired. Prior to him, kind of the same thing. She wasn’t sure if the connection wasn’t there with those men, or it was just so strong with Brian.
And it didn’t matter at this point either. She had something with Brian and she was more than happy with it. Not just the physical, but the emotional connection too.
Though she was going to keep that all in check.
There was no reason to rush into anything. Sex was one thing. Falling in love another.
She didn’t want to admit that in a few short weeks she was pretty sure she was gliding headlong into love with Brian Dawson as if she were on a slip and slide and out of control.
That would probably scare him