“Soren?”
A sound of acknowledgment rumbled in his throat.
“Where’s your parents’ bedroom?”
“Downstairs.”
“Good.” I didn’t bother to throw off the covers. I just slid out from beneath them and tiptoed toward him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he threw open the sleeping bag to let me in.
Lowering over him, I wedged myself into the sleeping bag with him. My lips ran up his jaw. “You.”
His body trembled beneath mine, his hands finding their way to my waist. “By that, do you mean . . .?”
My hand slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats seemed to answer his question. A breath hissed past his teeth when my fingers circled him. He grew even harder as I let myself touch him, taking the time to revel in the size and strength every part of his body possessed. One of his hands slid up my waist before settling around my breast. When he palmed the sensitive area, a gasp escaped from me, making his dick kick in my hand.
“Are you sure?” He lowered his head back onto the pillow so he could look up at me, his hands freezing where they were. “I don’t have any expectations. We don’t have to rush if you’re not ready.”
His throat moved when my hand circled down him again. “I’m not rushing,” I said, leaning back so I could gather my dress in my hands. “I’ve been waiting months to be with you like this.”
After I finished pulling my dress over my head, I tossed it behind Soren’s head. He was staring at me, his eyes wide, his mouth parting from how hard he was breathing. Taking one of my hands, he guided it to his chest and flattened it over his breastplate.
“Feel that?” he whispered, his eyes returning to mine after they finished their long journey over my body. “That’s what you do to me.”
My mouth moved. His heartbeat was so fast I couldn’t count the beats. “This is what I do to you when I strip out of my clothes while I’ve got you pinned to the floor?”
His head shook slowly, keeping my hand where it was. “This was what you did to me the first time I saw you. This is what you do to me anytime you’re around.” His fingers circled tighter around my wrist. “This is what you do to me anytime I think of you.”
I leaned down to leave a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Are you saying that because you’re about to get laid?”
He finally let go of my hand, letting it roam other parts of his body. “I’m saying that because I need you to know before I get laid.”
“You need me to know what?”
His head turned toward mine as I lowered my chest over his. “That I love you.”
The world stopped.
His words rolled over me, entering me until I was swimming in them.
My lips responded—not in word but in action. Finding his, they kissed him frantically, until I felt so oxygen-deprived, my head felt fuzzy and my legs numb.
His body moved below mine, twisting until I found myself on my back below him. His chest and hips rolled over mine, pinning me to the floor as he ground into me, his kiss never breaking. His arms came around my legs, tying them behind his back. When he ground into me again, he drew a whimper from me that made my mouth sever from his.
He grunted against my neck, his hips pitching into mine again. “Make that for me again.”
When I did, not from his request but from reflex, his body calmed as he took a deep breath. Soren went back to kissing me, his hips sliding off of mine as his hands brushed up and down the sides of my arms.
This man could kiss. Good god almighty, the combination of his lips and tongue could drive a girl up a wall, but I’d had his mouth several times already. I wanted something else.
“Soren?” I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “What are you doing?” When he gave me a funny look, his hand gliding down my side, I added, “Why are you slowing down?”
His lips touched mine. “Foreplay,” he breathed as his hand made the return journey up my back. “It’s a thing, right?”
My hand moved beneath the sleeping bag to find his. Guiding his hand down my body, I slid our joined hands beneath my underwear, skimming down, down, down . . .
When he felt me, his body went rigid.
“I don’t need foreplay.” My fingers tangled with his as they explored my body together. “We’ve had three months of foreplay.”
One of his fingers moved just barely inside me as his other hand gripped around the side of my underwear, working it down my body. As soon as they were off, he settled back over me, his hips working mine open.
“Good point,” he rasped. “Me either.”
His wet fingers trailed along the ridge of my hip bone, curling around it as he slowly pushed himself inside me. Soren’s head moved above mine so he could watch me as he claimed my body. I struggled to stay still as he moved deeper, his eyes bore as deep inside of me as his manhood was. The look on his face as he made love to me mirrored the look on my face, I imagined.
A ragged exhale poured from his lips when he could go no deeper, and the same came from mine right after. My body trembled, triggering his arms to form around me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my skin. “I won’t let go.”
My arms circled his back, my fingers curling into his skin as he started to move inside me. When my leg wound around his, my foot twisting against his, Soren flinched.
“Ankle. Sorry.” My foot untwisted instantly. “Do you want a pain reliever or something?” I knew better than to offer him more ice bags when he was under the same roof as his brothers.
He pushed inside me, his head falling. “Or something.”
My chest moved against him. “Men. It’s like a girl could cure cancer with what resides between her legs.”
“What? Sex is the best kind of pain reliever there is.” Like he was making his point, he pushed back inside me. “All of those positive endorphins. Best drug around.”
Trying to laugh silently, I made another sound I tried to keep silent when his hips circled against mine, somehow managing to find something inside me I hadn’t even known existed until that moment.
When he heard my gasp, combined with whatever he saw on my face, he tied my legs around his back again and threw the sleeping bag open. “Yeah, me too.”
Lifting me, his arms cradled my body as he carried me over to his bed. His uneven steps reminded me again . . .
“Soren. Your ankle. Take it easy.”
“I don’t want to take it easy.” He lowered me onto his bed, his body still connected with mine.
“You’re not in peak shape. Just take it down a few notches.”
He gave me an obstinate look, staring at my body spread out below him. “It’s my ankle that’s busted.” His hips pitched into mine, driving deeper. My head lolled back from the erotic pleasure of having a man so deep inside me. “My dick’s working just fine.”