Not too hard, not too soft, and not in a hurry, he did amazing, amazing things. Her last rational thought was that he hadn’t lied. He was really good at this.
Before his three minutes were up, her breath caught with the beginning of an orgasm. And not just any orgasm, but the kind that she’d heard about, but never experienced before. The kind that shook her inside and out. She dropped back on her pillow. She’d never felt like this with sex.
Never.
Never this high. “Oh.”
Never this bright. “Oh.”
Never with Brit. “Ohhhhh.”
As she tried to catch her breath, he kissed his way up her body. When his head appeared from the sheet, he wore a smile and pure male pride glittered in his eyes. “You like?”
She still wasn’t able to talk, so she nodded.
He chuckled and moved up beside her, propping up on his elbow. Feeling brave and slightly wanton, and wanting to return the gift he’d just given her, she pushed flat against the mattress. With the sheet still draping over them, she crawled on top and started kiss her way down his body. She arrived just below his navel when he caught her by both her elbows and pulled her up. When she looked up, his eyes were filled with heat.
“Let’s save that for another time.”
She grinned. “Give me three minutes.”
He laughed, but didn’t let her go. “Not now. I won’t last a second. Later, I’ll remind you that you owe me.” He pulled her up beside him and ran his hand down the side of her cheek. The humor in his eyes faded into something different, something much more serious. “Thank you.”
“For what. You wouldn’t let me do it.” Right then it hit her that she’d never done this before, never really had fun having sex, never allowed herself to really be present. Before it had been something that happened, and yes, it had been pleasurable, some of the time, but never… fun.
He laughed again. “For being here. For reminding me how to laugh. How to sleep.” He inhaled. “For reminding me how it feels to be alive.”
She smiled, completely understanding his sentiments. “You did the same for me.”
Stretching his arm across her to the night stand, he opened a drawer.
He glanced at her, his smile in place. “Not a toilet bowl condom.”
Grinning, she watched him open the packet, slide the condom on, then he rolled on top of her. With his arms extended on each side, he kept his weight off her. His biceps bulged, his shoulders looked wide, solid. His hair, blacker when damp, hung across his brow.
His gaze, hungry and ready, met hers. Slowly he pushed his hips against hers. She felt the weight of his sex on her thigh, and the coolness of the condom sent another chill through her. He arched his hips up and resettled between her legs. He hesitated, gazing into her eyes.
She ran her fingers down his neck, to his shoulder and lifted her hips ever so slightly. He pressed deeper, finding his place. Fitting inside her, stretching her, filling her with all kinds of wonderful. “Mmm,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said, his voice strained.
His ins and outs started slow, each stroke bringing them closer, each stroke quicker, harder than the last. She moved with him, aware of how their bodies came together, aware of how his chest dipped down and brushed her nipples with his upward strokes, aware of how his lips breathed against hers. Aware of his scent, sandalwood and musk. And sex. Hers. His.
His hips pumped faster. Harder. “Now. Now,” he growled.
Everything inside her went bright. She tightened her legs around him, and her clenching orgasm pumped around his.
He made a deep noise against her throat as he pushed deep into her one last time. She threaded her fingers through his hair.
He rolled to his side, holding her close, keeping their bodies joined. “Holy Hell, but that was fantastic,” he mumbled, gasping for air.
She stayed in his arms, her cheek against his chest, listening to the thunder of his heart and feeling her own match the beat. Minutes passed before either of them moved.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving her body. His smile came slowly, sweetly. “Seriously, that was amazing.”
She nodded. He kissed her, then leaned against the pillows, cuddling her to his chest. Seconds passed. She waited for the awkwardness to hit. Instead came a comfortable silence, or at least until he spoke, “Damn, we really screwed up,”
Cali couldn’t fathom how he could call this a mistake only seconds after he’d said how good it had been. Her throat ached and she vowed not to cry. She had loved it.
“What were we thinking?” he continued. “We should have been doing this from the moment we met.”
Chapter Thirty-Four