She traced the pattern of the tattoo on his chest, a red and black dragon, beautifully done, curling over his skin, breathing fire over his heart. Then she flicked a finger over the silver nipple ring and gave it a tweak. Moving lower, she trailed her fingers down the sleek, hard muscles of his stomach, twirling them in the silky hair that led to his groin. Finally, she wrapped her hand around the steely, burning length of his erection, squeezed, and heard his breath hitch.
His fingers moved between her thighs, slipping into the wetness, sliding over her sex, teasing her clit, pushing inside her. First one, then two, rubbing her inner walls so that everything tingled, and the desire in her belly tightened, growing heavy.
She needed him inside her, and she shifted restlessly.
“What do you want?” he murmured.
“You. Nothing else.”
He pulled away for a moment while he rolled on a condom, then he moved over her body, balancing on one elbow as his other hand continued to move on her. The head of his cock pushed at the entrance to her body, and she lifted her hips, impaling herself on the thick, hard length of him. He filled her completely, and her eyes fluttered shut as she absorbed all the sensations swirling through her. She’d missed him so much. Missed this. How had she lived without him? How was she going to in the future?
Then he moved inside her, and she shoved everything from her mind. Everything but the feel of him, the slide of his body in hers. She wrapped her arms around him, hands on his ass, fingers digging into the satin skin, urging him closer, pulling him down to her so every inch of him pressed against her. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, kissing her throat, his chest rubbing her sensitive nipples, his hips pumping slowly into her.
She needed more, but she didn’t want this to end, and she held herself still, trying to stave off the orgasm that hovered just within reach. Tension radiated from his body; he was close, and she wrapped him tighter, holding him still. He raised his head and gazed down into her face. She didn’t want him to say anything to spoil the moment so she reached up and kissed him, stopping his words with her mouth and tongue. As he pressed down onto her, rotating his hips, the first sweet ripples of her orgasm shivered through her. He took control of the kiss as her back arched, and he ground softly against her until the pleasure rolled over her like a tidal wave, swallowing her up, dragging her under.
I love you.
The words echoed through her mind, but she kept them locked inside, not wanting to scare him off. She lost herself for a while, was vaguely aware of him coming inside her, the press of his body on hers, the taste of him still in her mouth.
Finally he went still, gave her one last kiss, rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her with him so she lay with her back flush against him, his hand cupping her breast.
She was hovering on the edge of sleep when she caught his whispered words against her skin.
“Good-bye, fantasy girl.”
Her heart ached and her eyes pricked, but she held herself very still, and finally she slept.
When she awoke, she was alone.
The fantasy was over.
Time to find a way back to real life.
Chapter Fifteen
Josh looked rough. Worse than rough, and Vito was no better.
Logan was guessing he wasn’t the only one stressing about their life-changing vows, regretting the decisions they had made while bobbing around in that lifeboat, puking and contemplating dying.
Coming face to face with death had a way of changing a man, making him think about how things might have been different. But the problem was you couldn’t rely on your brain to work the way it should at times like those. Couldn’t rely on the decisions you made being the right ones. The sensible ones. But then, since when had he been interested in being sensible?
“Things to do before you die. Whose fucking idea was that anyway?” Josh said, throwing back the whiskey and slamming his glass down on the table. Logan reached across and filled it from the bottle in front of him and topped off his own at the same time. Vito’s was still full.
“I think it was yours,” Logan said.
“Never. Not in a million years would I have put myself in this situation. Besides, I had a broken leg at the time, and two broken ribs. Why would the two of you listen to a man who was in pain and obviously not thinking straight?”
“I take it things are not going well with your…wife?”
“Things are going shit. And I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to drink.”
“How about you?” Logan asked Vito.
“I’m not drinking. I have a gut feeling that drunk, I will make a decision that I will later regret. So I’m staying sober.”
“Give us some good news,” Josh said. “How’s your fantasy girl? Everything you dreamed of?”
Everything and more.
But he kept the words to himself. It did no good thinking about that. Eventually, the pain would go away.
An image of Abby flashed in his mind, so prim and proper, followed by another of her coming apart for him so sweetly. So fucking gorgeous. He drained his glass, the whiskey a warm buzz in his head. “Nothing like I remembered.”