The Remake (Second Chance Flower Shop #4) - Noelle Adams Page 0,26

groin. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“Why don’t we hurry up so we can both lose it soon?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down closer. “Do you have any condoms?”

“Yes.” It was a miracle he had any—and they weren’t expired. But some optimistic fantasy had led him to buy a box a few months ago. He leaned over to fumble in the top drawer of his bedside table until he retrieved a packet. Belinda took it from him to open it carefully while he tore off his clothes.

He didn’t miss how she was eyeing him greedily as he rolled on the condom. It certainly seemed like she liked how he looked.

He was feeling too much. It wouldn’t all fit in his head, his chest, his body. Belinda was sweet and eager as she pulled him back between her legs and then down into a wet kiss.

He gave himself over to it. No longer tried to hold back. She was just as aroused as he was. When he reached between her thighs to feel, he found her wet and hot and pliant. So ready for him.

He lined himself up at her entrance as she bent up her knees and lifted to meet his slow thrust. They both groaned at the penetration. She was so tight. So delicious. The hot throbbing behind his eyes as he fit himself inside her blurred his vision.

“Oh God,” she rasped, shifting her hips as she relaxed around him. “That feels so good. You feel so good. So big.”

He made another growling sound.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” There was laughter in her voice now. “Men and their egos.”

He rocked his hips, groaning again at the pleasure of the motion. “So you’re saying you don’t want my ego? Because I can just—”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. “Don’t you dare. You and your ego haven’t finished their job yet. So go to it. Unless you really do need some extra help.”

He bared his teeth in a way that made her laugh. Then he started to thrust for real. She was holding him so tightly in the clench of her legs that he couldn’t pull out very far, but he didn’t need to. He pushed hard against her until she fell into rhythm with it, meeting his downward thrusts with urgent bucks of her hips.

He took her like that, giving her everything he had. Soon they were both grunting like animals and banging the bed against the wall in their vigor.

He loved the shameless sound of it. Loved the way the clamp of her channel was getting tighter and tighter. Loved the way her breasts and hair jiggled from the force of his thrusts. Loved the way she tossed her head, arched her neck, gasped out helpless little words that went right to his head. Yes. Please. Fitz. Harder.

She was close to coming. He could see it in her face, feel it in her body, hear it in the frantic urgency of her voice. She clawed her fingernails down his back as he thrust hard and fast.

Then she choked on a loud gasp as she shuddered through an orgasm. It looked like a really good one. It lasted a long time, and she couldn’t control the way she cried out his name or raked painful lines down his back.

The sight and feel of her coming sent him over the edge. He jerked clumsily as the pressure of climax broke hard inside him. He bit back the words that came to his throat and ducked his head to hide his expression. Because everything he felt for her was coming out with his release. All of it. All of what he wasn’t allowed to feel.

When the last of the spasms burst out of him, he collapsed for a minute, hot and exhausted and utterly replete as little aftershocks rocked him.

She was gasping just as loudly. Her legs had come unwound from his waist. “God. Oh God. Oh God, Fitz.” She was caressing the scratches she’d made in his skin.

When he recovered enough to find the energy to raise his head, he lifted up to meet her eyes. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“The condom is going to start leaking soon,” she told him.

“I know. I’m taking care of it.” He wasn’t at the moment, but he managed to do it soon enough. When he’d thrown it away, he got back into bed to kiss her again. The