Page 77 of Relationship Goals

“I’ve never wanted anything this bad in my entire life. Except for when I cut cheese out for a show and—”

He throws back his head and laughs, then leans in and kisses me. Slowly.

Gently.

Like I’m something precious, and he wants this to be special.

I loop my arms back around his head, pulling him close. His room is dark in the early-morning light, and the plush bedspread behind me is cool against my bare skin.

I’m hot, though, burning up under his touch.

“Luke,” I finally plead, and he relents, his fingers leaving my body with a wet noise that makes me blush.

The blush gets even deeper when he brings his fingers to his mouth, eyes on me, and laps at them.

Waiting is overrated, I decide, and wrap my legs around his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up with my entrance.

“Now,” I tell him, digging my hips into his perfectly muscled abs.

I cry out as he drives deep inside me in one rough thrust. My body accepts his, and we both pause, our chests heaving, acclimating to the unbelievable magic of how we fit together. The stretch is intense, but he’s so patient, kissing me with gentle, sweet lips that have me moving against him in no time at all.

I’m lost. Lost for this, for him, for the blissful focus on where our bodies meet, where pleasure begins to spiral through me again.

“That’s right. That’s it, Abigail.” His eyes find mine, and I’m staring up into them as the second orgasm hits me. Shallower than the first, but more satisfying with him inside me like this. Luke groans, lashes fluttering under those thick dark brows, a muscle twitching in his temple.

I reach up to smooth one brow out, captivated by his concentration—that and everything else about him.

“You feel so good,” he grits out, his teeth scraping against my neck until I shiver.

His hand runs up my arm until he finds mine and laces his fingers through it.

“I’m not going to last long,” he tells me, his teeth clenched, and I give him a slow, sleepy smile.

“Then fuck me hard and fast,” I say, giving him my best mischievous grin.

That’s all I have to say.

His hand grips mine tight, and I groan as he begins to slam into me as hard and fast as I told him to.

I can’t deny that I’m slightly gratified by my effect on him as he holds me impossibly tight and finds his release, his cock twitching inside me.

He rolls us over so I’m on top of him, and I sprawl across his body like he’s my own personal cuddle pillow person.

“Thank you,” I finally say, needing to saysomethingabout what just happened.

Warm air huffs against the top of my head, his chest shaking, and when I glance up at him, bemused, he’s laughing.

“That’s the first time someone’s told me thanks for a two-minute pump chump.”

“A what?” I ask. “I’ve never heard that.”

“That was hardly thank-you worthy,” he says, rubbing his hand slowly up and down my back.

“I came twice,” I tell him, caught between embarrassment and amusement. “Should we high-five? Would that make you feel better?”

He holds up a hand, grinning, and I slap my hand against it in the world’s least exciting high five ever.

“I could slap your ass,” I offer. “If that would make you feel more comfortable. Like one of your teammates. For encouragement.”