My plea went unheeded as he continued to take his time. It was more than good. It was exquisite—a slow exploration of my sex, an increasing push toward rapture. He stroked, licked, sucked. I writhed, panted, moaned. Finally, when convulsions broke in waves over me, Dean held my thighs open and used his mouth to urge every last sensation from my body.
Gasping, I watched him rise and shed his trousers. He rolled a condom onto his thick erection, the shaft gleaming in the dim light. He pulled my panties off my legs and dropped them to the floor.
Then he came over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head, easing himself inside me. His lips captured mine, and the press of his body sparked renewed need through me.
I lifted my legs to hug his hips, and then we rocked and thrust together in a rhythm that felt so right, so natural, that I never wanted it to end. I came again, intense and sharp, tightening my muscles around him and feeling him convulse in response. He thrust deep, his own orgasm shuddering through him with a force that matched my own.
He rolled over and hauled me against him, his breath stirring the tendrils of my hair. I burrowed against his side, pressing my face to his shoulder.
And so it was there, lying entangled with Professor Dean West at an old motel in the only town I’d lived in for longer than a few months… that was the moment I finally knew I was home. I was loved.
Loved.
I hadn’t even realized how desperately I’d wanted love. How much we both needed to know that in a world of dark corners and sharp needles, there really is a place where kisses taste like apple pie and where stars spill like sugar across the sky.
A place where unknown roads no longer scare you because you have another hand to hold. A place where butterflies always flutter whenever you see each other, and a single touch tells you that you are not alone. A place where every kiss still feels like the first.
In that place of us, Liv and Dean, love has its own poetry and language. Allure, quatrefoil, fleur-de-lis. Right here. PR9199.3 R5115 Y68. My white knight. I’m yours. Give me a kiss. Pie love you. I remember. Professor. Beauty.
The sound of textbook pages turning as rain pours outside the window. The twist of a string around his long fingers. That tight, knotted ball inside me opening, flowering into pleasure for the first time ever. Papers about library collections, medieval architecture, database systems, and archeological surveys.
Quiet weekends, board games, take-out pizza, houseplants, and boring foreign films. The soft, gentle healing of old wounds. The glide of his palm over my skin, his deep voice whispering in my ear. The easing of my heart.
The way he smiles at me. The way I look at him. The way we can always just be us.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
estselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances and spicy erotica. Originally from California, she loves traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Nina also spent many years in graduate school studying art history and library sciences. Although she would go back for another degree if she could because she’s that much of a bookworm, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer. Nina’s novel The Erotic Dark hit #1 on Amazon’s Erotica Bestseller list, and she is currently working on the third book in the Spiral of Bliss series.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
owe a debt of gratitude to Kelly Harms Wimmer of Word Bird Editorial, whose valuable insights have helped make Liv and Dean’s story the best it can be. I also thank Cathy Yardley, whose knowledge of story structure leaves me in awe. Thank you, Victoria Colotta of VMC Art & Design, for another incredible interior design, and Kim Killion of Hot Damn Designs for the beautiful cover. I’m very grateful to Martha Trachtenberg, Rachel Berens-VanHeest, and Arran McNicol for catching a bucketload of errors. Thank you so much, Jen Berg, for your steadfast help and support, not to mention all the funny emoticons. Michelle, Karen, and Yesi of Literati Literature Lovers, and Gitte and Jenny of Totally Booked Blog, thank you for all you’ve done on my behalf and for so many authors. I am extraordinarily grateful to all the bloggers and book-lovers out there who have taken the Spiral of Bliss series to heart and helped me share it with the world.