Hard Habit to Break (A Chicago Love Story #1) Read Online Free PDF

look at my face like he’s looking for a sign that I want him to stop. Seeing none, he lowers himself back down on top of me and I wrap my legs around his waist. My eyes are locked with his as he slowly slides inside me. He waits for a moment to make sure I’m alright with where we are and when I lean up to kiss him again he begins to move.
     
    I lost my virginity in high school in the back of a truck. We’d gone out to watch the stars and ended up giving into our hormones. My boyfriend pulled a condom from his wallet and the whole thing lost its magic. It felt like he had been waiting for it. It wasn’t a moment of passion or love; it was just hormones.
     
    As I lay beneath Isaac, feeling him inside me, I am in awe of how different this is from that first time. We move together and it is full of passion and desire. He’s kissing my neck and drawing my nipple into his mouth. I cry out quietly when he nips at it and flicks it with his tongue. He groans and brings his mouth back to mine. This feels right.
     
    He slows to an achingly deliberate movement and I can feel myself approaching the edge. Our breath is ragged as he takes me over the edge. His eyes get big as my muscles clench him in place. I moan and every muscle in my body locks up. He moves slowly a few more times before he groans and pulls out quickly.
     
    He jumps up and returns with a towel. He gently wipes my skin clean, then wipes himself. I watch him and feel a pull in my groin when I catch a glimpse of his naked full-frontal. He pulls on his boxer briefs and pants and picks up my underwear from the floor with his forefinger and thumb. He hands them to me with a sexy grin and I slide them on. He barely pulls on his shirt when the doorbell rings signaling the arrival of pizza.
     
    While he answers the door, I finish getting my clothes back on. I don’t know what’s going to happen next so I sit on the couch and wait for him to return. He walks in with the box, looking disheveled in the best possible way. He sets the pizza on the coffee table and sits down next to me. He turns and gently takes my hands in his.
     
    “I feel like I have to tell you that this is not the norm for me. I . . . actually haven’t been with anyone since my wife.”
     
    “I don’t do this either. I wasn’t, um, intimate with my boyfriend from a few years ago. The only guy I’ve ever been with was my high school sweetheart.”
     
    “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
     
    I laugh out loud, “Sorry, did you want to do it again now? Because, that pizza smells amazing and I’m starving.”
     
    “No, I mean I’m not a one-night-stand kind of guy. I would much prefer that we get to know each other and pursue a relationship. I understand if that’s not what you want, but I had to put it out there.”
     
    “A secret romance? Dr. Miller, are you trying to make the rumors true?”
     
    He kisses me again, this time it’s soft and gentle, full of possibilities. He pulls back suddenly as a thought seems to occur to him.
     
    “Are you sure our age difference doesn’t bother you?”
     
    I study his face and wonder exactly how old he is. I don’t think he can possibly be older than mid-forties.
     
    “It doesn’t bother me. But, we should just get it out of the way, how old are you?”
     
    “42. You?”
     
    “23.”
     
    “Fuck.”
     
    “It bothers you, doesn’t it?” I say as I feel my heart sink.
     
    “It’s not that it bothers me, it just surprises me. You’re much more mature than your age. I guess I should have guessed as much considering that you’re still in school.”
     
    My stomach growls and he laughs. We dig into the pizza together and finish it before we know it. I can’t help but stare at him. Only yesterday I was admiring him from afar every morning in a coffee shop, now I’ve had unprotected sex with him in his house. What the fuck was I thinking?
     
    I look at the clock and realize we’ve been at it for hours. It’s nearly