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I hate that. I hate that he has to be thinking back to the last time he’s had sex. With his ex. Any reminder of her worsens his mood, and I’m eager to bring him back to the present. With me.
I widen my legs and run my hand up his thick, muscled arms.
“I’m clean,” I say, desperate for him to enter me.
He nods. “I haven’t been with anyone since…her.”
Dammit. Not now. Not here. I don’t want him going back to that sadness. I don’t want him focused on anything and anyone but me, now that I’ve lowered my guard to really let him in. I drop my hand to wrap my fingers around his long, thick erection that bobs and teases me. He’ll hurt. It will stretch, but I trust he can make it good.
He sucks in a breath and stills me with a grip on my wrist. “No. I’m too close.”
“Then hurry,” I taunt.
He smiles slowly and dips his finger into me, stroking and thrusting until I want to cry at the pleasure of his touch.
“I’m clean,” he reassures me as he fingers me.
I nod, straining to catch my breath as the coil of tension low in my belly torques tighter and tighter. He pushes me and urges me closer to a mind-blowing climax. It’s right there, just beyond my reach, and I struggle to let go. To finally let go.
“Shh,” he says when I whine in frustration. “I’ve got you.” He proves it, kissing me deeply as he keeps up with his finger, dragging my wetness over my sensitive flesh. When he presses his thumb to my clit, the dam bursts. Stars explode behind my closed lids as I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I gasp and cry out, jolting my hips up and trembling as I come.
“I’ve got you,” he repeats against my lips.
“No.” He doesn’t. I’m mindless with pleasure, but I know he hasn’t come. And I refuse to be greedy like that. It turns me on to know I make him this ravenous for me, and I damn well plan to see him come too. “Take me, Dalton. Now.”
He groans as I arch my back and thrust at him, seeking his erection. Then he shifts a bit, making room for himself between my legs. Still, he hesitates. I ride wave after wave of pleasure, lost to the freeing sensations and euphoria of coming so hard. But I refuse to do this solo. I’m always alone and making it through life solo, but not in this.
I widen my legs further. Despite my quivering thighs, I line us up better. He closes his mouth over mine, and then he’s at my entrance. Already, I know it will stretch. And in one swift thrust, he fills me to the hilt.
I moan into his mouth and cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulls out and then slams back in.
A glorious dozen or so more pumps, and he comes, jerking deep inside me and giving me a second, even more powerful orgasm.
It’s in his arms, just like that, that I fall asleep. After a pair of intense, shattering climaxes, I couldn’t have moved even if a damn tree did fall on the house. And I’m so exhausted after the intensity of his loving that I don’t stir and slip out from his hold.
I wake like that hours later. Sticky and sore. I’m disoriented at first. We’re tangled in the blanket. The fire has disintegrated to nothing but faintly glowing embers. It’s lighter out now, and the house is quiet. Save for the light snores of the man who oh so totally made me sore there, all is still.
Whoa. I blink, wiping away the sleep from my eyes as I realize we’re still on the floor, and that’s what is causing the overall achiness of my muscles unused from slumber on polished planks of hardwood.
It’s lighter out, and with that increase of light, I realize it’s morning.
Not any old morning, but the morning after. Shocked that it wasn’t a dream, but that I—we—really did that last night, I clutch the blanket to hold it up to my naked body.
“Dalton.” I shake him awake. He’s naked too, but I can’t let my gaze linger on the forbidden sight of all that taut, tan skin.
“Hmmm?” He wakes up slowly, peering at me sleepily.
I tug harder, freeing the blanket from him to hold it close to cover my nudity. Shock propels me to my feet. Nerves and disbelief stun me even further, but I stand, leaving him lying there with the other thinner blanket if he wants to cover up.
“I—this can’t happen again.”
He arches a brow.
“You hear me?”
He slowly smiles. I can’t stay there. I can’t talk. I have to come to terms with what I gave in to. After I frantically scramble and collect my clothes, I run upstairs to hide.
Again.
