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He squints hard, tipping his head like he has to think about it.
“Oh, shut up,” I warn. At least I can make him laugh.
His features smooth out as his soft laugh rumbles, and I remember admiring his face when I first met him on the plane. Taking inventory, like I was creating a new romantic hero in my head. The problem is, I like him more than I could have imagined. Reality might be better than fiction after all, and I wonder whether I can go back to just creating instead of experiencing.
“You’re right.” He touches a hand to my belly, clad only in a cotton T-shirt, and an entire flock of butterflies is set in motion.
“Do butterflies have flocks?” I ask. “What’s the name for a group of butterflies?”
“How would I know that?” He doesn’t bother to ask why I am bringing up animal collectives.
“Good point.”
“You know, since it is our last night together . . .” There is something absolutely wicked behind his grin. “Maybe we should make the most of it?”
How did he know that is exactly what I need to hear, if not exactly what I want? But of course he won’t ask me to stay, that’s completely out of the question. At least I can have one last memory to keep.
Okay, play it cool. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Now that you mention it, yes.” His lids lower along with his brow, and suddenly he’s very serious. “How about we pick up where we left off in the stables? Before we were so rudely interrupted.”
I swear, it’s like he knows exactly the right words. All at once my body responds to the memory. My nipples harden, my pussy floods with wetness. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, just thinking about it is getting me excited . . .”
“If that’s the way you feel about it . . .” Now my heart is fluttering right along with those butterflies as I push myself up, then crawl across the bed. When I come to a stop on all fours, I swing my hair over one shoulder to look at him. His eyes are basically glued to my ass. He’s practically drooling, in fact. “Where were we?” I ask him while my clit swells and starts pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeat.
“This is a good place to start.” The T-shirt barely covers my ass—slowly he raises the hem, palms running over my curves until all I can do is whimper my approval. “I remember one thing you seemed to like.”
He doesn’t start off smacking hard right away. Instead, he gives me a few quick taps, sort of like a warm-up. “How does that feel?”
“Take off my panties and find out,” I purr. Whoa. Where did that come from?
“Listen to you.” He sounds approving—that is, until he brings his hand down harder than before, so hard it stings. “But you don’t get to make those decisions tonight. Do you understand?”
Oh, I do, and the desire that was already starting to bubble away in my core is now going to boil over. “I understand.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Even though I gave him the answer he wanted, I end up sucking in a pained, surprised breath when he spanks me harder than before. “Just so you’ll remember.”
Remember this. I wish I could take this moment and keep it, untouched, perfectly vivid. The feel of his slightly calloused hand making contact. The sudden zip of pain that starts where his hand touched and flies through me. The way my body hums, lit up inside, almost like it finally knows its purpose. What it was made for.
My heart shudders with the wish that this didn’t have to be the end.
All thoughts of that are pushed aside when he grazes my skin with his short nails, making my nerves dance and sizzle, making me hiss and try to pull away from the sudden intense sensation. It’s almost too much, yet somehow it’s not enough. I don’t know that I could ever get enough of him.
“Take off the shirt,” he grunts, playing with my panties, slowly inching them down until I could scream in frustration at how long he’s taking. The only reason I don’t is because I know that’s what he’s trying to make me do.
But soon I can’t help it, once the shirt is tossed onto the floor and I’m on all fours again. “You’re killing me,” I whine, thrusting my hips like I can tempt him into giving me more.
“That sounded to me like a command.” Smack! Fresh, searing sensation makes tears spring to my eyes at the same time my legs tremble and a fresh wave of warmth exits my core. The line between pain and pleasure is blurring in the best way.
He sees it for himself once he finally lowers my panties to my knees. “You like this even more than I thought,” he murmurs, dragging a finger through my wetness. “Don’t you?”
“That depends,” I offer, breathless. “What is the right answer?”
He releases a soft chuckle. This time, when he touches me, it’s a caress, something soft and tantalizing and hotter than anything that’s come before it. “Tell me the truth. That’s all you have to do.”
No, I can’t tell him the truth, because that would mean begging him to find a way for this to never end. I have to go home, I know I have to go home, but it means leaving this. Leaving him.
