Page 50 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

I dragged in a rough breath and climbed on the bed, straddling her. Then, shoving open the bedside drawer, I grabbed a condom and suited up. She watched me roll the rubber on, licking her lips. My balls drew tight. I needed in, now.

The way I was feeling, I couldn’t go easy. I sure as hell couldn’t give her sweet and slow like she deserved for our first time, so I dropped to my back, reached out, and lightly touched one of the fading bruises on her ribs. “Get on, babe. You’re gonna have to ride me so I don’t hurt you.”

If she were still in pain, you wouldn’t know it. She moved easily, up and straddling my hips a few seconds later.

Her hands went to my abs and she trailed her fingers over my skin, a tiny shiver racing through her. “God, everything on you is so hard and smooth.” She licked her lips again, then grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and slid them on. A sweet, sexy as hell smile lifted the corners of her lips. “I don’t want to miss a thing,” she whispered.

Now I was struggling to breathe again, heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest.

She looked down at me as she rose up, color on her cheeks high. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said blinking fast, her voice soft, husky.

“Me either,” I murmured, a fucking lump in my throat as I dragged a hand up her thigh, fingers digging into her hip. Fisting my dick with the other, I waited while she positioned over me—then finally started to ease down my hard-as-iron cock.

She was so tight, so fucking hot.

Her mouth dropped open as she stretched around me, hips lifting then rolling slightly, working me in deeper, inch by painstaking inch. Her head fell back and I held her waist, holding her up as she got lost in sensation, the feel of me finally filling her. She was soft and languid in my hands and when she lifted her head and looked down at me again, beautiful blue eyes on me as she dragged her hands from my chest to my abs, I had to fight the relentless urge to thrust up into her as hard as I could. Finally, she took the last couple of inches of me deep inside, her pussy contracting around me like a fucking fist, and my eyes damn near rolled back in my head.

“Jesus Christ.” I started to shake. “I need you to move, baby girl. Rock those hips for me. Shit, please, sweetheart.” Now I was the one begging, pleading, and I didn’t give two fucks.

Her hands slid to my chest and she did as I asked, rolling her hips forward, keeping me deep while she did it, making me crazy, close to losing my damn mind. I gritted my teeth, tightening the leash on my control while she took exactly what she needed from me—how she needed it. The color in her cheeks darkened and she started to move faster.

“That’s it. That’s it, baby, take it, show me. Show me how good it feels to have your man finally inside you,” I rasped. “Tell me,” I demanded, all of a sudden fucking desperate for her to say the words. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Her eyes stayed on me as she rocked and ground down on me, working herself on the head of my cock deep inside, grinding that stiff little clit against me at the same time. “Oh God. You feel . . . so much better than good.”

A startled cry burst past her lips and I felt her start to tighten even more around me. “Who am I, Ruby?” I grunted. “Tell me.”

“My man,” she gasped, then she screamed and started coming around my cock, squeezing me so fucking tight I was seeing stars.

I blew up with her, no way could I hold off with the way she was tightening around me. Not after hearing those words on her lips, watching her hot, curvy little body take pleasure from mine.

She finally fell forward, sliding her legs down along my body. My cock was still buried inside her, and I didn’t want out, not any time soon. Her lips slid against my neck, kissing me, hot breath making my scalp tingle.

I dropped a hand to her ass and squeezed, twisting to kiss the top of her head. “Okay?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound as overwhelmed as I felt, that she didn’t feel the way my heart was close to pounding right out of my chest.

“Yes,” she whispered.

She didn’t say any more, was quiet for the longest time, and I thought she was asleep, until she spoke into the darkness.

“Did this actually happen?”

My chest squeezed. “Yeah, babe.”

“I’m not going to wake up in the morning and have this be some kind of dream?”

“It’s not a dream.” My voice suddenly sounded as wrecked as the organ beating behind my ribs.

“It feels like a dream,” she said softly.

She wasn’t wrong. I’d wanted this for so damn long, but never thought I would ever have her like this.

But I knew Ruby wasn’t saying what she was thinking. I could hear the doubt in her voice. She was afraid, afraid I’d push her away again. And that was on me. I was the one that’d destroyed the trust between us, and it was my job to build it back up again. The only way to do that was to be here in the morning. To be here every morning until she didn’t wake up surprised I was still here, but expected it.

I wrapped my arms around her. Words wouldn’t do shit. I’d have to show her.

She’d figure out soon enough.

I was never letting her go.