Page 172 of Hometown Halftime

Kinsey’s fingers trail across my shoulders while I kiss her again, and suddenly the entire world outside this hotel room stops mattering. None of it feels as important as this.

As her.

“I missed you,” Kinsey whispers against my mouth.

I sigh heavily. “I was miserable without you.”

She laughs through tears. “Good. At least we were equally in pain.”

“I love you,” I tell her again while pulling her closer against me.

The words come easier this time, no hesitation left in them. Kinsey’s eyes shine.

“I love you too.”

A helpless laugh leaves me under my breath because I don’t think hearing her say that will ever stop affecting me. I press my forehead against hers while we catch our breath together, both of us smiling now in that exhausted, emotional way people do after finally finishing a fight they never wanted to have in the first place.

Then quietly, because I need to hear her say it again, I ask, “You really mean it? About coming with me?”

She doesn’t even pause.

“Yes.”

Relief crashes through me so hard I have to close my eyes.

“I need you inside me,” she says before she nips my jaw.

“Fuck,” I say, my heart sinking. “I don’t have any condoms. I threw them away when I packed my stuff in Cedar Falls.”

Her brow furls. “How good do you think your pull out skills are?”

“Damn it, Kinsey, the things that come out of your mouth.”

She shoves her hands into the top of my boxer briefs, pushing them down.

“I have faith in you, Riley. Now, will you please fuck me?”

I shake my head, because only Kinsey could turn a conversation about my nonexistent condom supply into foreplay.

“Your confidence in me is terrifying,” I mutter against her mouth.

“Riley.” She drags her nails lightly through my hair. “Please stop talking.”

I lean back and tug off her underwear, then take my place between her thighs. I kiss her again as my hips rock, my dick growing harder with every thrust against her slick center. The second she wraps her legs around me, the urgency to sink into her overtakes me.

Kinsey’s hands slide across my shoulders while I bury my face against her neck for a second, inhaling her scent, giving myself a moment to breathe.

Then I push up, one hand reaching down to notch myself against her entrance. It’s just the tip but fuck I already know I’m going to have an out-of-body experience when I’m deep inside her.

Kinsey wraps her hand around my wrist, causing me to look up at her. Then, with her eyes never leaving mine, she guides me inside. And holy fuck. I can’t breathe, it’s so tight and warm and so fucking wet that a deep, loud groan leaves me.

“Holy shit,” Kinsey rasps.

“I know. Kinsey, please forgive me because this is going to be over pretty fucking quickly.”

She nods frantically. “Totally understandable.”

I pull my hips back and kiss her hard while driving fully inside her in one rough thrust that knocks a broken sound straight out of both of us. Kinsey’s nails dig into my skin as her head falls back against the pillows, and fuck, the feeling of her wrapped around me after too much time apart is overwhelming.