Free Stand Close 2 (Stand Close New Adult Romance Series) by Sabrina Lacey

completely naked, she mutters, shaking out her hair, “I’m hung over is what I am. And by the way, if you have a toothbrush, I’m about to use it. I hope that doesn’t gross you out.” I rise up to watch her. She’s got a dancer’s body, sinewy and graceful. I watch her ass move as she pulls up her hair and twists it into a bun, tucking the end inside it. Even with her form, she’s got hips. Childbearing hips. My cock stiffens, getting ready for what I’m going to do to her. “Go to town. But like I said, not necessary.”
    She disappears into the bathroom. Reaching over for the phone, I dial room service. “We need eggs and toast. And some coffee. Wait a second.” I call to her, “Do you drink coffee or soda?”
    She calls back, “Water, please! I can’t stomach caffeine right now.”
    To the guy on the other end of the line, I order, “One coffee. A few bottles of water. And a couple Bloody Mary’s. You have a fruit plate, right?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Great. And a fruit plate. Thanks.”
    Rue comes back in as I hang up. “You didn’t give them your room number.”
    “They see that on the screen when I call.” Before she has the chance to feel bad for not knowing these things, things that don’t matter to me, I pat the bed and say firmly, “Come here.”
    Her eyes light up and she runs over and leaps onto the bed. I grab her to me, kiss her, and move the blankets so she can get in. “I don’t drink soda, by the way. Did you know it doubles your chances of getting pancreatic cancer?”
    Leaning down and kissing her lips, I shake my head. “You’re really not helping my hard-on with that little bit of trivia.” She laughs, her breath fresh and minty as she weaves her arms around my neck, pressing the pliable mounds of her breasts into me. Looking into her eyes, I smile, thinking that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I feel content. It’s a new feeling. “Look at you walking around naked without being all self-conscious.”
    “I have to change in front of people all the time, ever since I was a kid, for performances.” She gazes up at me, and smiles. That painful tug in my chest comes again. Flipping us over so that’s she’s riding me, straddling my hips, I push away the strange ache and focus on the curves of her body instead.
    She pushes her nails into my abs, testing the resistance. “So tight,” she murmurs, scratching me. “You like that?”
    “Yes.” I reach between her legs and cup her, groaning and closing my eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, Rue. That drives me crazy.”
    She leans down, her hair and breasts hanging under gravity’s pull as she grabs my cock and whispers against my lips, “You’re so fucking hard, Alec. That drives me crazy.”
    With my shoulders rising off the bed, I take her mouth in mine and explore it with my tongue. Her hips I guide down so the tip of me touches the outside, gliding on her slickness, angling to get in and do what I didn’t have the chance to last night. When she fell asleep, it was absolute fucking torture to let her doze off. I trailed my index finger over her entire body, covered every soft curve. But still she didn’t wake, and when a light snore escaped her lips, I laughed and lay down with her to wait until morning.
    And now, I’m glad I waited, because the rested, excited look in her soft brown eyes is enough to make me swell with need. She’s ready for me now, and her eyelashes are half-mast as she arches out her hips and lowers onto my cock, taking me in inch by inch. A moan escapes her lips and she smiles. This is our first time, something I’m not normally cognizant of. But right now, the knowledge is a turn-on. My gut tightens as the blood races to my erection. I groan as she takes almost all of me in. I can feel the edge of her cervix, so I rock my hips, reaching down to touch her and stroke her clit, inviting her body to receive me as I bend my legs and hold her steady. She moans again, getting wetter, and rocks