He looked down at me, his gaze sad. “I understand.”
Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and tossed it on the floor. Bare from the waist up, I heard a rumble of satisfaction growling in his chest when he looked at me. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the master bedroom, setting me down on the large bed. Once all of his clothes were gone, and I had slid my dress off, he climbed onto the bed and spread me wide. “I promise to go slow, sunshine. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I glanced down at his thick length and shivered, my body growing wet at the sight. “I’ll be fine as long as you make love to me.”
He kissed his way down my leg to the inside of my thigh and slid his tongue down my slit. My body jerked and I gasped, wanting more. Entering me with his tongue, he fondled my clit with his nose and breathed me in. “You’re so wet,” he growled. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and pushed them inside with ease. Holy hell, I wanted to feel him inside me. I didn’t care if it hurt; I just wanted to feel the connection. I was so close to losing control, but he pulled back before my orgasm could peak.
Kissing his way up my stomach, he latched onto a nipple, sucking it greedily. I arched off the bed and whimpered. Chuckling, he flicked his tongue across a sensitive peak before hovering above me, the tip of him pressing against my opening. “I know you were close. But I want to be inside you when you come.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Lowering his body onto mine, he circled his cock in my wetness before pushing. My body instantly clenched, wanting more of him…all of him. But he kept his word and glided in slowly, determined not to hurt me. His body rocked gently back and forth until he was fully submerged inside of me. I moaned in the pleasure and pain of it and he groaned, picking up his pace. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I held on tight as he made love to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I let myself fully open up to him, letting him in. Our bodies moved perfectly together, in sync. My orgasm built, and without warning, it exploded from within. Digging my nails in his back, I rode wave after wave of pleasure until he released inside me, all warm and thick. His breaths came out deep, almost like growls, as he regained his composure. I didn’t want him to see my tears, but when he looked down at me, he saw them. He turned my face to the side to be sure and swiped his fingers along the wetness.
“Fuck, Summer, did I hurt you?”
Swallowing hard, I shook my head and tried not to let any more tears fall, hoping my voice didn’t crack. “No, it was amazing.”
“Then why are you crying?”
He held my face in his hands, his eyes boring into mine, refusing to let me go until I answered. “I’m scared. I didn’t realize it until now,” I confessed.
“What are you scared of?” he asked gently.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and opened them back up. “I’m scared of losing you. I already lost one love of my life and I don’t think I can handle it again.”
His smile took my breath away. “I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. Not unless you tell me to go.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” Pulling out of me, he lay down on his back, pulling me to his chest. His heart thumped against my ear, and it soon lulled me to sleep. And never once did I awake from a nightmare.
Chapter 17
Summer
The crowd cheered for their home team, but we were dominating the field. We were up by fifteen points with half the game left to play. Football could be brutal, and I was witnessing it firsthand. Today, I wasn’t really liking the sport.
“Is it just my imagination or does fifty-two seem to be gunning for Evan?”
Andrew Sawyer, the other team physician besides Kate, pursed his lips and peered out over the field at Evan, who had just taken a brutal hit from an ogre on the other team. “Hmm, he does seem to be a little volatile out there. Let’s see what he does with this next play.”
While we watched in curiosity, I chewed on my nails. I was way past ready for the game to be over. Then again, like clockwork, number fifty-two went straight for Evan before Cooper could even pass him the ball. Luckily, he was able to dart out of the way, but he wasn’t able to make the catch.
“I’m thinking he probably pissed the guy off,” Jaxon added. He stood on my other side and grinned down at me. Andrew just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he didn’t like Jaxon, either.
“You would know all about pissing someone off, wouldn’t you, Jax?”
He chuckled. “It’s part of the game, baby. There’re always vendettas against someone in this sport. Townsend probably fucked the guy’s girlfriend or something.”