My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,48

a condom,” I murmur, breaking off the kiss, not wanting to get off her.

I reach into the nightstand where I put them since I’ve hoped she’d come into my bedroom at some point.

“Just so you know, I bought this box for us.” I grab the foil packet and rip it open.

She smiles and gets up on her knees and helps me roll it down my length. Talk about a sex goddess. Now she’s staring at me with those hooded eyes.

Our bodies collide and I run my hands down her spine to her ass, grabbing a handful in each hand. She yelps and her lips find mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I love the fact she can be domineering and bashful at the same time. When I stripped her down naked, a pink flush rushed through her body.

Easing her down on her back, I push up one thigh so her leg is bent, making room for my hips between her legs. She never takes her eyes off me as I push into her, inch by inch, and I’m rewarded with her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

“Are you okay?” I ask before I push in the final couple inches.

“Never better. Keep going.”

Once I’m fully encased inside her, I wait a second before I move so that I don’t embarrass myself and come in two seconds flat. I think about the tape I watched of Brett Rinaldo the other day, his footwork and his grappling skills. But Nikki’s soft pleas pull my attention back to her. I need to find the strength of my willpower right now.

I ease out of her and slide back in, circling my hips, and based on the fact that her eyes fall back in her head, she enjoys it. My gaze stays fixed on her, watching her reactions and her enjoyment as I thrust in and out, doing more of what I can see she loves.

She’s so beautiful underneath me. Her pink lips and rosy cheeks. Her eyes are what really drive me insane. She has no idea the amount of truth that projects from them, just like mine. Or maybe she masks it with some people. Right now, she’s scared but taking a chance on me and there’s no way I’m going to fuck this up.

“Please, Logan, don’t stop,” she says, panting for a breath.

I lower myself to my elbows on either side of her head. I kiss her, and soon we find a rhythm as though this isn’t our first time. It isn’t, but we were both too drunk to fully remember the events of that night. She praises my skills and I tell her how beautiful she is. Her hands run up and down my back then cling to my shoulders when I take small breaks to suck on her nipples.

By the time my orgasm hits, I shift her one leg up on my shoulder, driving deeper inside, and she combusts, her walls clenching around my dick. That’s endgame for me. I pump into her two more times before I still inside her, seeing total blackness for a moment as I spill inside the condom.

My eyes adjust and I lower my body, sliding out of her, and fall to my back, catching my breath for a moment. She shifts beside me and I worry that she’s going to get up and leave. Maybe this was all about sexual tension for her, and now that she’s had her release, she’s done. But I’m pleasantly surprised when she kisses me and says she’ll be right back. She walks into the bathroom, and I hear the toilet flush and the sink faucet turn on. I’m hyperaware of her movements when I should be enjoying that she’s giving me a shot.

Walking out of the master bathroom, she slides under the sheets. I excuse myself to get rid of the condom. On the way back, I grab the remote by the television.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

She shakes her head, so I slide into the bed with her. She cuddles up to me, her wet hair on my shoulder, her soft body pressed to mine. Damn, this feels good.

“How about a movie then?”

She kisses my pec. “Perfect.”

I turn on some romantic comedy I assume she’ll enjoy and run my hand down her back, loving the feel of her soft tits pressed against my rib cage. A man could get used to this.

The next morning, my alarm goes off and I slam my hand on my phone to get