The Virgin Rule Book (Rules of Love 1) Lauren Blakely (fastest ebook reader .TXT) 📖

now. That’s the woman I’m in love with. So the last thing I want to do is get on that plane tomorrow morning with us on hold. I don’t care if I’m gone for a month. And I know I’m on the road a lot, but I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, no matter what.”

Laughing, she presses another kiss to my lips. “There’s FaceTime, and sexting, and phone calls. And then when you come home from a week on the road, there’s super-hot homecoming sex.”

I growl, my eyes narrowing, lust tearing through my body. “I love your dirty plans for us.”

“I’ve got dirty plans for us tonight too.”

I thread my hands through her hair. “Ask me to spend the night, and I’ll say yes.”

“Spend the night.”

It’s more of an order than an ask, but I’ll take it.

Even though we nixed the whole friends-with-benefits scheme, we’re definitely friends still, and we’re definitely enjoying the benefits.

For instance, my cock is benefiting right now from Nadia’s eagerness to try a new position. She climbs over me in bed, having already stripped me to nothing in record time. Straddling me, she sets her hands on my chest. Then she slides her wet pussy against the hard ridge of my cock. Back and forth, silky and hot. Over and over. Closing my eyes, I groan in pleasure. “You better not tease me all night long, sweetheart.”

“But what if I do?” she purrs.

And really, what if she does? “Fine, fine. Tease me all night. I’m yours.”

She rocks her hips up and down along my shaft, her breasts swaying, her hair flowing. She’s an eager vixen, ready to explore all this new terrain.

Electricity sparks along my neurons as heat builds and builds with each luxurious swivel.

But then she slows her moves and presses her hands harder against my chest, clearing her throat. “Do you have any tips for this position?”

I love that she’s unafraid to ask questions. It does remind me, too, that sometimes I might need to teach her. Don’t mind that at all.

“Go slow when you take me in,” I tell her, running my thumb over her lower lip.

She nips my skin. “Okay, I can do that.”

“Because it’s new to you. That’s all. And if you don’t like it, just tell me. We’ll adjust. I’ll adjust.”

With a relieved nod, she reaches for a condom on the nightstand. She scoots down me, opens the wrapper, then stares at it like it’s a one-thousand-piece puzzle, one of those brain-breaking ones where every piece is the same color.

With a laugh, I take it from her. “We’ll practice condom stuff another time. For now, I’ll take care of wrapping it up,” I say, rolling the protection down my shaft.

“Maybe next time we won’t need it,” she says in a sultry bedroom voice. “I’m going on birth control.”

I jolt with pleasure at the prospect of fucking her bare. But fucking her covered is a gift too.

I hold the base of my dick, offering it to her. She moves over me, gripping my length at the same time then rubbing the head against her center.

Her eyes flutter closed, and a soft groan falls from her lips. “Feels so good,” she whispers as she takes me in the slightest bit.

Then more.

Inch by inch, she lowers onto me, her pussy like a tight glove.

My body shakes as she drops down.

We both gasp at how good this feels, how close we’re connected, how much we want this.

Shuddering, she draws a deep breath, her hands gripping my chest, her fingers playing with my nipples. She’s quiet at first, and still. Adjusting maybe.

Or possibly savoring, judging by how her eyes darken, float closed, then open again. How her breath stutters.

Then, she bends closer.

Moving and swaying, taking and giving.

As my body heats up, I let her set the pace, let her find the rhythm that she needs.

Because I’ve got everything I want right now. I’ve got her, on me, with me.

Soon enough, we’re moving in tandem, gasping and grunting, sweat slicking between us, skin burning up. Her noises intensify, pitching up, lasting longer, her moans like a dirty song, like filthy music to my ears as she rides me.

My hands slide up and down her back, traveling along her soft skin, threading through her hair.

As we tangle together, I’m grateful, so damn grateful, that we’re here tonight, before I leave, enjoying every second of loving and fucking, fucking and loving.

And coming as one. That’s what we do, reaching the edge, blasting off, a blur of heat and pleasure, of sounds and cries. Of bodies and hearts crashing into each other.

After we both gasp and laugh and pant, I let out a long, happy sigh. “Even though we’re not doing the friends-with-benefits thing anymore, I want you to know I have never enjoyed the benefits as much as I do with you.”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Maybe that’s because we’re friends and lovers.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s why. And there’s nothing accidental about that.”

A little later, she falls asleep in my arms, something I hope she’ll do every night when I’m in town. That’s how I want this to be with us. This new us. Every day, every night.

In the morning I wake at the crack of dawn, take a quick shower, and pull on my clothes. She’s brushing her teeth as I zip up my jeans.

Seeing me dressed, she spits out the toothpaste. “So, I guess this is it?”

I look at my watch, my heart heavy because I have to go but full because, well, we’re in love and it is fucking awesome. “I’ve got a plane to catch.”

She turns off the faucet, sets down the toothpaste, and walks over to me, sliding her hands up my chest. “So, this is us? We’re, like, a thing now?”

I grin, beyond confident when I tell her, “You’re mine. Don’t even try to get out of it. I’m going to call you and text you from Arizona every day. When