Page 63 of Foreplay on Words

“Can I have you?” he asked in a whisper as he began to kiss along my jaw and toward my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned as I raised onto my knees and slid onto his waiting cock. He was so unbelievably hard as I slowly settled onto his lap, his body completely encased within mine. “I’m yours.”

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he led me on a slow, sensual ride. I released a breathy moan as he pulled me completely down onto him, and I rotated my hips before I rose slightly and repeated the action.

Ecstasy coursed through my veins as we looked into each other’s hooded eyes. Flashes danced in my vision as my climax gradually built, a tingling sensation moving through my body. This wasn’t the frantic fucking we’d been doing for days, but no less exciting. A different kind of thrill running through me as we connected in a way we hadn’t before.

“Ohh...” I gasped as his fingers tightened, and he bounced me on his stiff member.

“You feel so good,” he groaned before he leaned forward and captured my lips. My pace began to quicken as he kissed me, my body chasing the high I knew only he could give me.

“Yes, fuck me,” he panted as I rose and fell continuously, pushing us both toward the brink.

My release crested first, and my hips faltered as I felt myself rhythmically clench him inside of me. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and moaned as he thrust up from beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips.

Evan groaned loudly as I felt him start to let go, pulsing inside of me.

Slowing my hips, I tucked my face into his neck, panting as he cradled the back of my neck with his hands. Our hearts pounded against each other’s chests, gradually slowing as we cooled down. I didn’t want to let go as I clung to him, completely overwhelmed by my feelings for him. What had started as a purely physical attraction had become something I’d never experienced before. Somehow, I felt like my writing had inadequately prepared me for this moment.

He stood with me grasping his neck, and turned around, gently laying me against his sheets.

Neither of us said anything as we settled under the covers and entangled ourselves, my head lying over his heart. My heart had his name tattooed all over it, and I was completely smitten with him. It terrified me to think about his feelings for me. I hoped his attachment was as strong as mine.

As I drifted to sleep, I could feel him kiss my forehead and whisper something, but it was too quiet to understand.

Evan

Connecticut

Evan: I will be out of contact for about a week...

Adrian: You better still have email access.

Evan: I’m taking a break.

Adrian: They’re pushing for a book tour again.

Evan: I’m not contractually obligated.

Adrian: Someone is cranky today.

Evan: Just email if you need something. I’ll try to respond.

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Adrian. It was the same thing every time I finished a book. He wanted me to do a book tour because he thought it’d boost sales, even though he knew I wasn’t interested in pimping myself out to sell copies. I hadn’t been on a tour since my third book.

That was where I met my ex. She was a book blogger. I was young and thought she was attractive. She came on strong, and I’d fallen for her confidence. But she’d been uncomfortable with my going on the next one, so I’d had it written into my contract that I was not obligated to tour.

Now, I didn’t want to go on a book tour for another reason. I had absolutely no desire to leave Chase. I knew I could ask her to come with me, but I wasn’t sure what obligations she had with her upcoming release. Tours were often chaotic, making it hard to get any real work done.

There was also the not-so-small matter of my panic attacks. I wasn’t sure I could handle the demands of being on for that many people.

My mind was already frantic with the thought that Chase might not want to return to Connecticut after our trip to Boston. She’d left yesterday to attend a meeting she couldn’t skip with Isobel this morning. She wanted me to go with her, but I panicked and told her I’d like to have a car while I was there.

We hadn’t talked about the night we made love at the foot of my bed. It was by far the most emotionally charged sexual experience of my life. She’d ruined me for anyone else.

I was still building the courage to tell her how I felt when she wasn’t asleep.

“God, I’m an idiot.”

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