Just Eric, who loved her for exactly who she was.

Suddenly, the temperature skyrocketed. All the pent-up energy from their time apart hit a crescendo. There were no barriers. Nothing kept them from one another, and they both realized it at the same moment.

Eric pushed them backward, crashing into the bed. His hands went up into her hair and brought their lips together harder, more desperate. Her fingers worked at the hem of his shorts, and she was aching to claw them off of him.

“I need you out of these clothes,” he said.

Fuck!

They were on the same page.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Now.”

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. She hastily removed her shorts while he ripped his own clothes off his body. She ran her hands down his toned chest. He had a rocking body, and she wanted to investigate every inch of it.

He groaned at the feel of her touching his skin and kissed her again. “Get on that bed,” he commanded.

She scrambled backward, not caring in the slightest how sexy she looked. He was staring at her as if he had never wanted anything else more in his life. And in that moment, she felt sexier than she ever had before. It was through his eyes that her body came alive.

Eric followed her onto the bed, and the feverish pitch that their desire hit sent sparks through every nerve in her body. He traced his lips across her shoulders, down the sides of her stomach, over the curves of her hips, and lingered on her thighs. His lips worked their way back up. He kissed her knee once, slowly and tenderly, as if he wanted to remember the way her body felt, treasure the memory, and ingrain it in his mind.

She trembled as he worked his way back up her thigh, stopping when he hit her thong. His breath was hot against her skin, and she imagined all the things he would do with that mouth. It only made her body awaken more to his touch.

As she angled her hips nearer to his mouth, he chuckled lightly against her skin. “Let me savor you,” he said.

Bryna groaned, but she wasn’t really complaining.

Eric kissed up her flat stomach and to her breasts barely hidden beneath a thin layer of sheer material. He opened the hook and eye and tossed the bra to the floor.

“That’s better,” he groaned.

Her breasts were on full display, and he seemed to revel in every last inch she was showing.

“You’ve seen them before,” she teased.

“Don’t remind me.”

He pushed his growing erection against her core at the thought. Her head dipped back, and she squeezed her legs around him.

Fuck! I want him.

“That day was like torture,” he said. His hands began massaging her tits. “You stepped out of that dress, soaking wet, and all I could think about was what I wanted to do to keep you soaking wet.”

“Fuck,” she cried.

She greedily rubbed herself against him. His words were doing the trick well enough on their own.

His tongue flicked her nipple, and her whole body spasmed.

“Oh God!”

“I had to go upstairs to try to calm down. I was rock hard,” he said, shoving against her again, “and terrified you would notice. I wasn’t supposed to have that kind of reaction to you. But fuck, your body.”

He brought her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, long and hard. As he moved to the other one, his hand pinched the bud tight, causing her to jump. His tongue swirled and energetically stroked her into a frenzy.

“Fuck me, Eric. Just fuck me,” she begged. “Oh my God, I need you inside me.”

He looked up at her with that beautiful smile. “I’m just getting started.”

He pinched her nipple, and she trembled.

“So, you like that. Good. I want to know everything you like. Every time I touch your body, I want you to think about me doing this.” He brushed his finger against her erect nipple. “And this.” He dragged it through his teeth. “And this.”

Eric moved his mouth lower and lower until he was kissing the line of her panties. He dragged them off of her body, letting his fingers glide the length of her legs. Then, he grabbed her hips, pulled her flat on the bed, and spread her legs before him. He buried his face between her legs, and there was nothing but the touch of his tongue, the eagerness of his mouth, and the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She was holding on by a thread. He brushed her clit with his tongue, and her whole body shook with her lack of restraint. She was not going to be able to keep this up. Her body was already turning to putty.

His fingers skimmed up her leg and then down the length of her lips. She was already so wet and easily coated him.

“Fuck,” he said against her skin.

She was a goner.

He slid his fingers in and out of her, and he had to use his other arm to hold her body down. She felt herself coming undone. She couldn’t hold out any longer. It was as if he already knew exactly how to work her. He knew her body like he knew her mind.

She came hard at the insistence of his fingertips and the tip of his tongue. She honestly wasn’t sure if she had ever come this hard. She was swimming in a sea of euphoria. Her body was coated in the stars. Her mind was basking in the glow of the sun. She was away—far, far away—where nothing could reach her as she rocketed through the sky.

She must have cried out because suddenly Eric’s mouth was on hers. He tasted of her, but she didn’t pull away. She felt blissfully alive, endorphins hitting her body with the force of a bulldozer.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“Me? You’re the one who made me orgasm,” she muttered.

He laughed. “I like you like this.”

“You can make me like this…anytime.”

“I plan to.”

Eric stripped out of his boxers and settled himself between her legs.

She put her hand out to stop him. “Wait…don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

“This is going to make me feel very good,” he said as he slid inside her without protest.

He buried himself deep until she was completely full. Her body contracted all around him.

“Next time,” she whispered. Then, she lost her train of thought.

“Next time, I will fuck you, too. And the next time and the next time.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

He laughed into her neck. “You agree so easily. I could get used to this.”

“You’d better.”

He lovingly kissed her neck once and then started up a slow pace, testing her. She gripped his muscular back, digging her fingernails in. He felt incredible. This was a thousand times better than when he had taken her in the locker room, and that had been mind-blowing. But this time…he was hers.

It blew her away that Eric Wilkins was hers. She had idolized him as a football player, thought he was gay, hated him, become friends with him, and then fallen in love with him. It all felt…surreal. Here she was, not just fucking Eric, but making love with him. This was terrifying in the finality of it, but she wanted it. She wanted him.

Sensing her emotions, Eric picked up the pace. He slammed into her relentlessly. As she felt him getting closer, he wrapped his arms around her back and hauled her up into a sitting position. Then, he worked her hips, so she was bouncing up and down on top of him. He pushed into her so deep that she didn’t think she could hold out any longer.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried.

“Come for me, Bri,” he demanded.

“Come with me.”

And they did. Her whole world tilted, and suddenly, as if it had always been that way, it started to revolve around this wonderful man. He held her in his arms as they both came down from their climaxes and lightly kissed her all over. First, on her hair, then her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and finally, her lips. Featherlight kisses that promised so much.

He pulled back to stare into her eyes and then smiled. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you, too.”