Something's Come Up by Michelle Pace, Andrea Randall Page A

floor next to mine, I crawled over her, caging her between my forearms. “You know why.”
    She started to retort. Protest, maybe. But there was nothing she could say. The night before Rome was the last time Steph was in my bed. Three years ago. It was the last time any woman was in my bed. Sure, that made things complicated at times, but I’d always favored oversized furniture. Not allowing them into my bedroom only helped reinforce my bachelor reputation. Many had tried over the last four years to get through the door, but they failed every time.
    Looking down at Steph, though, I realized it was a bad idea. Seeing her beneath me, in my bed, did all of the things to my insides that I’d spent the last four years trying to prevent.
    Feel.
    Maybe just for tonight she’d let me. Let us.
    “Well,” she finally said, grazing the tips of her fingernails down my chest. “I’d say this is actually the best view in your place. From what I’ve seen, anyway.”
    I took several deliberate seconds leaning my lips toward hers. Ever the sucker for a Steph Brier pre-kiss moment. I’d never paid attention to those until the three seconds before we kissed for the very first time, and, since I was certain these would be some of our last, I intended to savor them.
    When our lips finally connected, we let out synchronous sighs that would’ve had us laughing four years ago. Not tonight. Tonight they turned into moans as our hands moved hungrily over each other’s skin. I moved my mouth down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and excruciatingly slowly down to her breasts.
    As my lips skimmed her nipple, I felt goosebumps sprint up across the plump white skin of her breasts. Her back arched as her hips ground in the opposite direction. I was glad to see it still made her antsy. She bent both of her knees and leaned them out wide, inviting me in.
    My lips made their way back up her body until she was able to reach her hand between us and grab me with her cool hand.
    “Mmm,” I moaned as she took the head of my cock and rubbed it against her clit.
    “You always liked that.” The corners of her mouth turned up as she stared at me with soft intensity.
    With a growl, I took her wrists in my hands and wrapped her arms around my neck. Moving my hips slowly up and down, I gave her a hands-free version of the move she’d just tried on me. I could have easily slid into her right then. So easily. Instead, I teased us both to the point of breathlessness. She got wetter by the minute, and when we were both moaning in anticipation, I pulled back.
    She looked startled for a moment. I took a deep breath, and on my exhale I slid into her slowly, carefully, never shifting my gaze from her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back slightly as I took every second I could to be completely inside her. Once we were locked into each other, I let my hips move a little faster, but only slightly. She seemed to agree with my pace, her hips easily mimicking mine, not pushing me faster or pulling me back.
    Small noises came from her lips at first, between shallow, begging breaths. Each time she moaned I found myself pushing a little harder and a little faster. Her vocal approval gave me drive. Incentive. Before I knew it, we were in a hard and fast rhythm, sweat forming between our chests.
    “God, Red… Damn, you feel good. So good.” I bowed my forehead toward hers and let it rest there for several minutes as we moved in unison.
    Her hips began pushing against mine, almost pushing me away. I sat up, still moving my hips as I studied her motives.
    She looked exasperated. “I’ve been trying to get you to roll over for a minute. I owe you an orgasm.”
    “You don’t owe me anything.” I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, letting my tongue slip in just slightly.
    She pushed her hands against my shoulders. “We’ll see if you’re still saying that when I’m done. Roll. Over. ”
    My eyes widened and I swear I stopped breathing