Not So Far Away (Worlds Collide The Duets #1) - LL Meyer Page 0,54
again, beautiful,” I rasp in her ear. “I want to feel it.”
Her knees slide up my chest to grip my ribs, opening herself up more for me. “That’s it,” I grind out, feeling like I’m pushing into her very soul. “Just like that.”
I’m almost there, barely hanging on when she starts chanting almost unintelligibly, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmmmnnnnnnnn.”
She comes again and everything in me lets go, all of it. Everything is right with the world. Holy shit. Everyfuckingthing. I come and come and come until I’m light-headed and completely wrung out.
When I finally come back to my senses, I find that while I’m not completely squashing her, I’ve only got myself propped up on one side with my other hand still lodged under her ass. She doesn’t seem to mind at all though. She’s practically comatose, loose limbed and heavy lidded, her lips caught in a tremulous smile that registers somewhere between awe and fulfillment.
Her disapproval when I start disentangling our limbs has me leaning in to kiss her sweet lips. “You’re okay,” I whisper to her before I get off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” I find a trashcan in the corner for the condom and then I work on getting us both under the covers.
This time it’s her that conks out first. With my arms around her, satisfaction hums in my chest in a steady, comforting timbre. The way she responds to me is something I could definitely get used to. The memory of her pulsing around me has a too-soon, semi-painful surge of arousal stirring my dick. Down boy, I think wryly. There’s plenty of time for that.
I float in and out of a light sleep until she shifts slightly and brings me more fully awake. I’m annoyed when the hamster wheel in my head starts spinning like it usually does when everything is quiet. Soon a sliver of worry starts to poke at me. I do my best to push it away, to concentrate on Opal’s soft warmth next to me, but soon my sensible, pragmatic self really pushes to take over.
What am I doing?
Ellie isn’t some random girl that I’m hooking up with. This isn’t fuck-buddy stuff. Any idiot, including myself, can tell the difference between this and the kind of fun I sometimes have with Juanita. I don’t just casually like Ellie, and I don’t think she just casually likes me.
Shit, what am I doing?
I can’t fall in love with anyone, let alone someone like Ellie. She’s obviously all wrong for me. I need a woman who understands the meaning of family, not a recovering alcoholic who’s riding the poverty line. She’d probably turn out to be just another person I’d have to take care of. And god knows I’m officially maxed out on dependents.
Carefully, doing my best not to wake her, I get up to find my clothes which are scattered all over the apartment. Once I’m dressed, I go back into her room. Seeing her peaceful and so lovely in sleep has every reason I had for getting out of her bed fading away.
Am I really not going to see her again? My face pinches with disgust. Of course I’m going to see her again.
Am I really going to skulk out of her apartment without saying goodbye? I’m not skulking out, I’m letting her sleep.
Am I really in danger of falling in love with her? My heart beat starts to thump painfully in my chest at the thought. Falling for her isn’t a good idea. I know it’s not. But . . .
God, I can’t think when I’m near her. I need a bit of distance, a bit of perspective. I’m sure it’ll all make sense tomorrow.
I get almost no sleep that night. Arriving home at 2:30 in the morning, I lie on my uncomfortable, makeshift bed and stare at the living room ceiling for what feels like hours until I hear the girls creeping around the living room, trying so hard to be quiet and failing completely. I crack an eyelid.