Fall Guy (A Youngblood Book) by Reinhardt, Liz (knowledgeable books to read TXT) 📕

and hot, and she moves fast against my hand, slick and ready for me.

She presses one hand hard between my shoulder blades and tugs me to her until we're an inch away. I grab for the back pocket of my jeans, falling off my hips fast, and tear out a condom.

"I want you now," she pants, legs spread, the hand on my back digging into my skin.

"Right now? Right on this countertop?" I ask, fitting myself against her.

She opens her half-closed eyes and pulls my mouth down to hers. "Anywhere. Everywhere. Whenever. Just you. Always you--ooh..." Her words chase a moan because, with one quick thrust, I'm deep in her, pressing against her, holding her close, kissing her so I can taste her and catch the vibration of the jumbled words she's moaning and calling out.

"Evan," I say, my voice low, my hands dragging across her soft skin. "Come for me, baby. Come on me."

She bites her lips and arches back, and I slide my fingers against the wet, ready bead of her clit in a light, quick press-and-pull until her breathing turns to gasps and she gets hotter and wetter against my dick.

"Come for me," I tell her. She lifts her hips and pulls me closer with her long legs, until our bodies are pressed tight and she's grinding against me.

"Now," she moans. One hand flies to my chest and she braces against me as her back arches and her legs squeeze tight. "Now, now, now, Winch now!" She shudders against me, her face pressed hard into my neck, her hands fisted in my hair.

I rock against her a few more times, and it's all I can do to hold on that long before I let go and free fall, losing it all with her.

"Evan, goddamn, Evan, I love you so much," I manage to get out, and then I switch to Hungarian and say all kinds of things that I want her to know.

That I love her, that I want her, that I'm never going anywhere, that she and I are going to last. That this is real. That it’s forever.

She takes a few shuddering breaths and pulls back slightly, her lips grazing my cheek.

"Why do you do that?" she asks.

"Do what?" I take a deep breath, enjoying the smell of her skin and sex over the harsh stench of bleach.

"Speak another language. During sex. You always do it during sex." She runs her hands up and down my neck and rubs her nose against my jaw, breathing in with long, deep breaths.

"I, uh, say the things I don't know if you're ready to hear yet in Hungarian. All the things I feel about you, but, you know, I don't want to scare you with them. So I just say them in Hungarian." I pull back gently and take the condom off, get my pants back on, and hand her her clothes.

She hooks her bra, and I take one last look at those perfect tits before they're covered in all that lace.

"So, what did you say tonight? I don't mind you speaking Hungarian. Honestly, it's pretty damn sexy. But I want to know everything. There's no way you can scare me away, Winch." She hops into her thong and shorts and pulls her shirt over her head.

"Just plans. For us. For our future." I keep it vague, because I know I can do it, but it scares the crap out of me sometimes. How much I want. How much it will suck if it doesn't happen. If I can't make it happen.

"Tell me," she coaxes, pressing hard against me and wriggling, just like she knows will drive me crazy.

"Not yet," I tell her, kissing her hard. "But soon." And I hold her in the middle of my new place just before I start going to school to learn my new trade, where I'll get a job I’m going to be good at and a new chance at a future I assumed was doomed just a few weeks ago.

Finding Evan turned every single thing in my world around. I think I'll always be a fall guy, but I'm only falling with her, for her, into anything she wants because I know I can trust her with my future, with our future.

I just need to find the guts to say all that in English to her.

I'll do it. I know I can do it.

"So, what do we do about this dump?" I ask her, mostly to get my mind off of the fear of everything I need to make work in the next few months.

"Clean it," she answers. "Then we put all your stuff away, then we get in bed. And don't sleep. Because it will be a while before we see each other again after this. So I want to take every opportunity to get in your pants."

She grins at me and pushes me away from the counter before she attacks it with a scrub brush.

"You just cleaned that," I point out.

"Um, yeah, and then we had wild sex on it. Not very sanitary." She glances up and raises one eyebrow. "I appreciated all your, um, hard work before, but that doesn't excuse you from doing the moving-in business. Get moving. I want to have some time to get it on tonight before we crash."

"It's sick how much I like when you boss me around," I tell her as I lug another box in from the truck.

"I'm a good boss." She puts her hands on her hips and looks around, and it's hard for me to imagine a girl looking sexier than she does right now, her shirt stuck to her with sweat, her hair in a messy ponytail, her skin flushed from all her energetic scrubbing and our recent sex. "The kitchen is officially scrubbed down. I'm going to start on the living room."

The next few hours fly by, and by the time the place is spotless, most of my stuff is unpacked, and we've christened the shower,