Page 107 of The Charmer

She nodded feverishly. "So am I. All my tests are good."

"I need to be inside you right now."

I rubbed the head of my erection against her clit, then farther down. She was so wet from her orgasm that I slipped in right away, and I had to make a concerted effort to slow down. I almost didn't move at all. I wanted her to be comfortable and take me in as well as she could.

"Fucking hell." When there was just one inch left, I pushed in all the way, and she threw her head back, moaning.

Watching her succumb to me and feeling our skin-on-skin contact was better than anything in the world.

She squeezed me good with her inner muscles. I groaned as a spasm rocked my body. My back straightened up and then curved. I paced myself, watching her reactions. Every time I came too close to release, I stilled and only moved enough so I could kiss her shoulders.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her. I turned on the light. That night at the Marriott, I hadn't been able to see her the way I wanted to, and right now I wanted to observe every reaction.

When I felt my pulse quickening, I commanded, "Touch yourself. Touch your clit. Show me what you like."

"But you found it all by yourself earlier," she muttered.

"Touch yourself," I repeated.

She immediately slid a hand between us. I followed it with my gaze, looking at her, but I instantly realized it was a mistake. I was going to come even faster watching her. So instead, I focused on her beautiful face as I kept thrusting and pushing, snapping my hips faster.

"Julian!" She rolled her head backward, jutting out her chin, stretching out her neck. I went in, kissing the exposed skin. I felt her fingers slide on the side of my cock as she pressed her palm to her clit.

The next few seconds were a complete blur. My senses were on fire as pleasure rippled through me. I came so damn hard that I couldn't even move any longer; I just thrust deep and then stilled, crying out her name. All I felt was her squeeze me even tighter.

Her face was crumpled, mouth opening and closing. No sound came out at first, and then it did, a guttural sound that somehow intensified my own pleasure.

I stayed like that, buried inside her, until we were both spent and satisfied.

This night is absolutely spectacular.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Georgie

The next morning, my head was pounding. I opened my eyes, but the broad daylight hurt them, so I closed them again. I moved my head to the other side and felt a wave of nausea rise up my throat.

What's going on? I didn't have that much to drink last night. And I felt as if my entire body was surrounded with hot coals.

"Okay, she's waking up. Let me know how soon. Thanks."

That was Julian's voice. It sounded as if he was super far away, but that couldn't be. The room was big, but it wasn't huge.

I opened my eyes again and struggled against the light. I couldn't see him anywhere, though. Then I pushed myself up on my elbows and fell back again.

"Don't get up." Julian sounded closer now. I felt the mattress cave in next to me, and he came into focus as his shape obscured the window behind him.

"What's going on?"

"You woke up with a fever. You threw up last night."

"I don't even remember that."

Julian pressed his lips together. He was more serious than I was used to. "You seemed pretty out of it."

I cleared my throat. "But I didn't make it to the toilet and back a-alone?"

"Why does it matter? I took care of you."

---