He took her ass in both palms and massaged its cheeks as she rose and fell over him. Her motions became more sensual as she churned above him. His thoughts scattered as nothing but pleasure mattered.

“Trey,” she gasped.

He opened his eyes, wanting to see her face the first time she came with him buried inside her, and their gazes locked. He lost himself in that instant. She held nothing back. She was completely open to him and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. She smiled gently. “There you are,” she said.

He sat up, shifting her hips until she was comfortably impaled by his cock. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and snuggled her face against his neck. He held her for a moment, his mind racing. What was he doing? He realized that he’d told her he wanted her to be his steady girlfriend, but he hadn’t thought that meant he’d become emotionally invested. That would make it so much more difficult to let her go when the time came. Just thinking about letting her go had his arms tightening around her.

I’m fucked, he thought. And not in the good way.

“You are all kinds of freaked out about this, aren’t you?” she said into his ear. She pulled away and cupped his face as she stared into his eyes. “Tell me.”

He shook his head. There was no way he could describe what he was feeling. Besides, he didn’t want her to know. He hadn’t even come to terms with it yet. How could he be expected to share it with her?

She kissed him gently and then stared into his eyes with tenderness. “Given time, maybe as little as ten seconds, I think I could love you, Trey Mills. How does that make you feel?”

“I’m used to people falling in love with me,” he said. And it usually annoyed him. A twinge of hurt crossed her eyes and he was sorry he hadn’t chosen his words more carefully. “What I’m not used to is thinking that I could feel the same way.”

Her eyes sparkled in the lamplight as she smiled at him. “So there is something special between us. You feel it too?”

“It scares the shit out of me.”

She laughed. “Oh God, me too.” She kissed him hard on the mouth. “I’m terrified you’re going to crush my heart, but I don’t want to slow down, do you?”

He contemplated her question. Yeah, he did want to slow down, but he was pretty sure it was too late for that. He was falling hard and fast for Reagan Elliot. His entire world had been shaken to its core in one short day, and there was no turning back now. “I think it’s time I held nothing back. Do you think you can handle that?”

She laughed. “Probably not, but I’ll scrape what’s left of me back together tomorrow. Tonight I won’t hold anything back either. And if it doesn’t work out between us, it doesn’t work out.”

He stroked her hair away from her beautiful face and smiled as he stared into her eyes. Knowing that she had the same reservations, but also wanted to throw them aside, made it so much easier for him to bare his soul. Well, most of it. “I hope it does work out.”

She smiled. “Me too. I’m going to let myself love you now. Don’t freak out on me.”

He laughed. “No promises.”

“But I want promises,” she whispered. “Even if they only extend through tonight.”

Promises.

“You make me feel whole,” she said. “Like that piece that’s always been missing has been filled. I didn’t even know it was there until you touched on it.”

Trey’s heart thudded as he tried to find words to describe what he was feeling. He’d felt something very similar to this before. With Brian. “Move with me, Reagan. I feel… connected.” More than that, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. “Like I need you in order to recognize my true self.”

She smiled gently and kissed him before raising her hips and lowering them, bringing their bodies apart and together. “This is undoubtedly the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some crazy things in my life, Trey Mills.”

“It’s just sex, Reagan.”

She shook her head. “With someone else this would just be sex, but with you… I need to shut up. I’m going to end up scaring you more than I already have.”

“The damage has already been done.” He nibbled her neck, her jaw, suckled her earlobe. “Don’t stop now.”

He slid his hands over her smooth back, delighting in the texture of her satiny skin.

“With you…” She rubbed her face against his temple. “You make me feel wonderful inside and out.”

He tipped her onto her back and grinned down at her. “Enough mushy stuff.” He couldn’t concentrate on giving her physical pleasure when he was trying to analyze feelings he wasn’t ready to identify. He watched her face while he plunged into her body, looking for those telltale signs that gave him clues as to what she liked best. He found her rhythm quickly and discovered she moaned the loudest when he pounded her hard and ground his pelvis when he was buried deep, and again when he was inches from falling free from her body. He concentrated on giving her what she liked. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. His stomach muscles and hips began to tremble with fatigue, but hearing her reaction and watching her orgasm approach was well worth the effort.

“Oh, Trey. I’m coming.”

He slid a finger into his mouth to wet it. When her body convulsed with release, he reached beneath her and slid his fingertip into her ass. He repeatedly flicked it against the inner rim of the tight ring of clenching muscle. Her eyes widened with astonishment and then squeezed shut as her body took its pleasure.

“Oh God,” she gasped as her back arched off the bed.

She cried out as her pussy gripped him in hard spasms. He took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to follow her in bliss. They had all night to get to know one another and only had two condoms.

When her body went limp, Trey shifted his arms to either side of her body to rest on his elbows. He brushed her sweat-damp hair from her face and waited for her to open her eyes. He grinned while she struggled with the effort to pry her eyelids open.

“That was amazing,” she gushed. “Did you come? I wasn’t paying attention.”

He shook his head.

“Does that mean there’s more?” She had that same my-life-is-a-dream-come-true look on her face that she’d sported when flittering her contract at him by the hot tub.

He bit his lip and nodded.

She made a fist of victory and shouted, “Yes!”

Trey laughed and lowered his body to snuggle her close against his chest. Still buried deep inside her, he rocked his hips slightly. She shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his ass to encourage deeper penetration. Her arms circled his body and drew him closer, her hands sliding over his sweaty back.

“Closer,” she murmured. “I want you closer.”

He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her throat. “I don’t think I can get any closer,” he said, his words muffled by her flesh.

Her arms and legs tightened around him. “Try.”

He drew his arms against her, until he was touching her with as much of his skin as possible. She sighed in contentment and turned her face into his hair. “Thanks for indulging me. Most guys hate to cuddle.”

“I love it,” he said and grinned. “Brian calls me Mr. Cuddles.”

“Brian does?”

Her hold on him loosened and his heart sank. He’d been so at ease that he’d let his guard down and forgotten that he was playing the role of a fully heterosexual man. “Several girls complained to him.” Even that little lie closed a part of him to Reagan. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or sad that he couldn’t tell her everything.

She squeezed him again. “I’m not complaining.”

“I’m even better at it after I come,” he said, digging his toes into the mattress and rocking forward to remind her that he was still hard and yet unfulfilled. At least sexually. He was feeling pretty good about the connection between them. Like he could tell her almost anything.