Page 51 of Ridin' True

That wasn’t the signal forlet’s get out of here—but within fifteen minutes of said wink, when he felt confident I’d be fine behind the wheel, we were out of there.

He walked me to my apartment, his hand wrapped around mine.

When we reached my unit, neither of us pretended he was going home.

We were both naked by the time we made it to my bedroom.

Our bodies did most of the talking for the rest of the night.

Jed hadn’t put into words what we were doing—but after three orgasms, I realized one thing for sure.

My day had ended a whole lot better than it started.

Maybe I’d caught a break, after all.

Ihadmoreorgasmsin three days than I’d had in the previous threeyears.

And I was on the brink of another one.

We were on our sides, Jed at my back as he thrust in and out of me.

He had hold of my left thigh, keeping it elevated, just because he could.

I arched my back, angling my hips so he hit me in the exact right spot—over and over and over again.

Magic.

My left arm was bent over my head, my fingers buried in his hair, which meant he was close, so close his lips grazed the back of my jaw.

I really liked this position. Like—a lot.

I was sure he could tell, as I couldn’t catch my breath for the life of me.

“Yes,” I panted. “Oh, my—wow—Jed,” I moaned.

He chuckled, and I couldn’t even feel embarrassed.

I was too busy feeling the promise of yet another orgasm.

My. Goodness. Each. Return. Thrust. Was.Amazing.

“Gettin’ close, gorgeous. You there yet?” he mumbled softly into my ear.

His voice was still lower and gravelier than normal with the new day, and it was sexy. So very sexy.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage as the passion within me began its crescendo.

He jerked his hips harder, penetrating me just right, and I lost all semblance of control.

“Papi!” I cried, my grip in his hair tightening as I trembled with my release.

He squeezed my thigh, ramming into me faster, grunting softly before he thrust deep and stilled. I was still trembling when he pulled out slowly, only to bury himself once more before releasing my leg. Then he wrapped his arm around me and held me tight against him as I worked to catch my breath.

“Note to self,” he mumbled, his lips grazing my temple. “Lex likes mornin’ sex.”

I laughed, a bit relieved he couldn’t see my face, and maybe a little self-conscious it was that obvious.

His arm held me even tighter as he whispered, “So fuckin’ cute.”