I smile. “Fine,” I whimper. “I can wait a few— Ah!”
Suddenly his finger is there, curled inside me, then another, curving, stroking. “With you,” I whisper. “I want it with you.”
He brings his fingers up, licking them as he looks at me.
I bite my lip, a shiver of pleasure wracking my body.
“I don’t know how long this is going to last,” he says roughly as he reaches for the nightstand and yanks open the drawer.
“Condoms, huh?”
He grins my way, breathing hard. “I had hopes.”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, just as breathless. “There’s been no one. We don’t have to, if you don’t—”
“No one?” he growls. It sounds possessive and pleased. It makes me shiver again deliciously, curl myself against him.
“No one,” I tell him.
“God, that makes me happy, and I know that’s toxic as hell, but I don’t care.” He crawls back over me. “No one for me, either. Except my poor right hand. That guy has been working overtime.”
I laugh, but then it becomes a gasp, as he eases in, just barely.
His eyes hold mine. “Ted,” he whispers.
I set my hands on those glorious deep divots at his hips, the curve of his hard, beautiful backside, grip him steadily, and yank him toward me, drawing him in. I’m not making him wait a second longer.
Our mouths fall open, and Alex presses me down, seats himself deeper. It’s full and overwhelming, so perfect, tears fill my eyes.
“Ted,” he whispers. He wraps his arms around me.
“Alex.” My voice breaks as he drives into me. “Alex. I love you.”
His hips lurch as I say it, like he’s desperate to be even closer, for there to be not even the smallest space between us. “I love you,” he gasps. “I love you.”
It’s fast and breathless, a sprint to the top that leaves us shaking as we near it, calling each other’s name, crushing our bodies together, chasing closeness that has no bounds, no limit.
Alex shouts my name as he comes, burying his face in my neck, gasping for air. He rocks into me still, kisses featherlight down my neck, drags his tongue along my collarbone, the swell of my breast, and reaches between us, rubs exactly where I need him to.
“Come on, Ted,” he whispers. “Give it up for me.”
And then it’s there as I gasp for breath, sweet, lightning-sharp release flying through me. He pins me down, makes me feel every wave of pleasure, stretching it out with more kisses, tender, teasing touches traced along my body.
I hold him in my arms as it finally ebbs, his chest still heaving, his pounding heart thudding against me. And I smile, eyes shut.
“Ted,” he croaks.
I press a kiss to his temple. “Yes, Alex.”
“I think I died.”
“No,” I tell him. “You didn’t. You are very much alive.” I kiss him again, sweetly this time, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his lips. “And so am I. We’ve got a whole life ahead of us to live.”
“I’m not sure I’ll have functional legs for it. They’re gone.”
A laugh jumps out of me. “Then I’ll carry you until you find them. How’s that sound?”
He presses a laughing kiss to my neck and sighs, sleepy, satisfied. “That sounds like an improbable but highly appealing plan.”