What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,84

the curve of her neck and fucked her slow and deep, ramping up her body again. “You’re going to come again for me.”

She didn’t think that was possible after the blinding orgasm she’d had. When she was alone, she was a one-and-done girl. But the confidence in his voice had a shiver of pleasure shooting straight downward, and her inner muscles twitched again.

Hill picked up the pace, his heart beating against her back, and he stroked her with expert fingers as he rocked his hips against her. Her breath quickened, tension building fast and low. The mattress squeaked beneath them.

“Put your hand between your legs,” he whispered. “Feel what I’m feeling.”

She listened without thinking and found his fingers, slick with her own arousal, moving over her clit. He took her hand and pressed her own fingers against herself. His cock slid against her fingertips as he fucked her, and the images that conjured in her brain sent her over. She cried out, her orgasm striking like lightning.

He groaned against her, a grinding, primal sound, and he pumped into her harder and faster, their bodies now sticky with sweat. She gasped, the feel of it all stealing her breath, and just as another wave of pleasure rolled through her, his body tensed against her and he cried out. His shout reverberated through the room, and she ate up the sound, his obvious pleasure filling her with pure feminine satisfaction.

They’d done it. They’d won. At least for tonight. Their demons were stuck out on the porch without an invitation to the party. Andi wanted to throw a goddamn ticker-tape parade.

Fuck you, Evan Longdale. Look what I found.

A few minutes later, when she and Hill were both quietly panting, their hearts still racing, Hill pressed his face into her hair. “Tell me you’re okay, Andi.”

She closed her eyes, a smile stretching her lips, and she snuggled back against him. “I’m very, very okay.”

She could feel his body relax in relief. “Me too.”

The simple admission that he’d been fighting something too made her heart squeeze, made something altogether not neighborly move through her. She shook the feeling away.

Careful there, Lockley.

Chapter Twenty

Hill stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower and found Andi dressed again and sitting cross-legged on his bed as she scrolled through her phone. He would’ve invited her into the shower with him, but he didn’t feel comfortable having her see what he referred to in his head as his old man’s bathroom with the bench and handrails he’d had to install on the wall.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, so he stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her as she scrolled. She’d gathered her hair into a messy bun atop her head, and her cheeks still wore the flush of a night well spent. Effortlessly sexy. He had no idea how a woman like her was sitting there on his bed in front of him right now. Part of him kept expecting to wake up from an erotic dream.

She turned finally and caught him staring. An indulgent smile lit her face. “Hey there.”

“Hey.” He stepped inside the bedroom. “You’re dressed. I can lend you a T-shirt to sleep in if you need it.”

She set her phone on the side table and pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them. “I’m not going to sleep over. Since this is a just-friends thing, I thought we should maybe not blur lines.” She glanced at the bed with a little frown. “Plus, to be honest, I’m not sure I could fall asleep with a guy next to me.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. “Because you’re a bed hog or something else?”

She sighed and looked up. “The last time a guy slept next to me was that last night with Evan. He wrapped an arm over me, and I’ve never felt so scared or so trapped as I did those few hours. I’m afraid if I wake up in the middle of the night with your arm around me or something, I’ll freak out.”

The admission made Hill’s heart twist. This sweet, lovable woman couldn’t even be held without being reminded of the terror she went through. He reached out and squeezed her foot. “I’m sorry.”

She gave him a little nod, a humorless smile touching her lips. “Me too. You’d be fun to cuddle with. Maybe some other time, on the couch.”

“Deal,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “I can walk you back over to your side, make