Page 59 of Chasing Lynda

I don’t know what to say, I really don’t know what could change the situation. “I—it doesn’t matter, I—”

He cups one side of my face with his hand, cradling me into his hold. “The fuck it doesn’t. I don’t know about your past, but I care about this being good for you too.”

I try to explain. “It is good, Dodge. I just don’t know—”

“I’ve got you, Lynda,” he says, shifting his hips so that he can still kiss me but there’s a little bit more space between our bodies.

He seizes my lips with his as he sneaks one hand between us.

His first upward thrust makes him bury himself deeper inside me than I thought possible.

My inner walls tighten around him in response and that’s when he traces the edges of my slit with his thumb, finding the tight bundle of nerves that the base of his shaft rubs against at this new angle.

“Oh!” I gasp as a spasm of pleasure courses through me when he thrusts again, pressing his thumb down on my clit.

Dodge repeats the movement over and over, gradually increasing the pressure and rubbing that sensitive spot with every thrust.

It feels so good that I don’t even realize that I’m squeezing my inner muscles in synch with his thrusts. Every time he surges into me, it seems impossible that this could feel any better, but it’s climbing.

I don’t even realize how tense my body is, concentrating on the gray of his eyes and on the tingling feeling that his fingers are offering me.

I don’t know how tense I am until something snaps and a wave of blinding pleasure courses through me, followed by another and another.

“Oh, God!” I pant, abandoned against his chest, as my orgasm keeps coursing through me with almost devastating force.

When I’m finally about to calm down, his movements change, slowing down but becoming more forceful as he plunges into me as deep as our bodies will allow.

He stops for a second before I feel him pulse inside me.

I tighten my muscles squeezing him, enjoying how hard he feels as he lets go with his arms closed around me and his face nuzzling my neck.

We collapse on his pillow in an exhausted heap. We’re still joined and his arms are still around me.

He doesn’t make any attempt to move and I relax, with my head on his chest. I feel safe and weightless, as if I were floating on a cloud. My body is tired in the best way possible.

“So,” he utters, making his chest move with each word. “That was—”

I don’t even realize that I’m holding my breath until he finishes his sentence. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

I hide my face in the crook of his neck. If he’s just saying that to make me feel better, I don’t want to see the lie in his eyes.

I’m a little relieved when he slides out of me, shifting to the side to get up, heading to the bathroom.

“Lynda, what do you think you’re doing?” he asks when he walks back into the room a few moments later, gorgeous in his glorious nakedness; still semi-hard as he walks back to bed.

“I—” I’m collecting my panties and my discarded dress off the floor. “I thought I’d go back to my room, since your shoulder seems ... better.”

Dodge sits on the edge of the mattress, taking my free hand, and lifts the knuckles to his lips. “If that’s what you want, of course you can go. But ...”

I meet his gray gaze, deciding not to say anything.

“But I’d love it if you spent the night,” he says softly. “I know tomorrow the others will want some time with you. There’s a ton of fun stuff planned throughout the resort, and I know they’re all interested in getting to know you better.”

I don’t get it. “Does that bother you?” I ask.

He runs a hand through his blond hair. “No, it doesn’t. They’re my best friends and I can’t fucking blame them for finding you attractive. I’ll fight them for your attention from tomorrow. But tonight? Stay with me?”

I can’t resist his open smile, so I let go of my clothes. “Are you trying to go for round two?” I tease him when the intensity of his gaze makes heat rise to my cheeks.

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