27 Truths: Ava's story (The Truth About Love Book 1) by Mj Fields Page A

hoisting me up against him. Then he leans forward slowly, laying me back down on the bed.
    “Trust me?” he asks as he pulls my hand away and grips himself, dragging the head of his very impressive length up and down my seam.
    I nod. “Do you have a condom?”
    He reaches in the pocket of his jeans that are around his knees and pulls one out. “Hate these things.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Ava, don’t apologize,” he says with the package between his teeth as he rips it open.
    “Could you hurry up?”
    He smirks as he rolls it on. “Patience is not your strong suit.”
    “You know how we girls can be.” I reach up and help him roll it down then pull him onto me.
    “Can I trust you?” I ask as my breath hitches when he taps himself against my clit.
    He nods, his eyes sincere. “I will never put you in harm’s way, Ava. Never.”
    I nod as all of the nerves in my body come to life again.
    Slowly, inch by glorious inch, he pushes into me. My body stretches, and our bodies tremble.
    “You good?” he asks.
    “God, yes,” I whimper, grabbing his hips and pulling him toward me.
    “Don’t. Move,” he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut.
    When he begins to move, I push against him.
    “Ava,” he warns between his teeth. “You’re so fucking tight that, if you don’t stop, this isn’t gonna last, and I have waited too damn long for this.”
    “How long?” I ask, needing him to tell me again because no one has ever made me feel so … so … wanted.
    “Since.” He thrusts in. “The first.” He pulls out. “Time.” In again.
    “Oh, God,” I cry.
    “I saw you.”
    He moves steadily in and out at a pace he sets. I don’t dare move, not wanting it to stop.
    “So perfect,” he hisses and bows his head, kissing me then pulling away with a low rumble from his chest.
    He’s looking at me, showing me how he feels. It’s need. It’s want. It’s patience, acceptance. It’s …
    “Damn it,” I cry as I thrust toward him when I can no longer hold back, and I come, biting into his shoulder.
    “Fuck,” he says, rolling to his side and pulling me with him.
    He slows the pace and kisses me through my seemingly never ending orgasm.
    “T,” I whimper after what seems like forever. I’m exhausted.
    He pushes my hair back and cups my chin. “What, beautiful?”
    “I don’t want this to end, but—”
    “Tired?”
    “Exhausted,” I admit.
    He rolls to his back, pulling me on top of him. “The show is yours, Ava.”
    He grips my hips and sets the pace.
    I set my hands on his abs, and he shakes his head. “Behind you. On my thighs.”
    As soon as I do, he releases my hips and grabs my knees, spreading me wider.
    “Ava, look at us.” One hand returns to my hip, and his thumb pushes against my clit.
    “Oh, God, I can’t.”
    “It’s right there.” He presses it again. “Take it.”
    I rock faster, and he groans, “Fuck yes. Fuck. Yes.”
    “Yes? Yes?”
    “Oh, hell yes,” he says, and I feel him twitch inside me.
    I move faster, grinding harder.
    “Stop. Fuck, Ava, stop,” he says as I feel him coming inside me. “Ava, damn it,” he snaps. “Stop.”
    I immediately think of Luke and the way he snapped at me. It hurts, and I quickly move off him.
    “Ava,” he says, sitting up and reaching for me.
    I grab my clothes off the floor and walk out the door and into the hallway to the bathroom. I look back to see he is coming toward me naked.
    “What are you doing?” I say as he pushes past me and shuts the door behind him.
    He pushes me against the wall and kisses me before pulling back. “I tried to stop you.”
    “What?”
    “When this fucking thing broke.” He pulls off the condom and tosses it into the toilet. “That was not on purpose.”
    “Is that why you said—”
    “Stop? Yes, of course it was.”
    I kiss him to shut him up and because I want to kiss him, because… Well, he’s not Luke. He’s the anti-Luke.
    He turns and grabs a washcloth, before running it under hot water and