Page 73 of Body Shot

I look down and realize I’m still inside of her—and still hard.

There’s a faint throbbing in my ass from where I landed on my tailbone, but it would take a broken bone or a gunshot to stop me from finishing what we started.

Without missing a beat, I adjust our position so my back is against the bed and she’s still straddling me, her legs bent at the knees and her feet flat on the floor. I like it this way because her tits are up against my chest, and I can kiss her as I get her off.

“Anders, please…” She breathes my name as our mouths collide.

There’s so much I want to say, but I can no longer form a coherent thought.

Her body is slick and wet and warm, pulsing around me as we find our rhythm again. I dig my fingers into her hair as I thrust up, ignoring the soreness in my ass. She’s writhing on my lap, her hips moving in time with mine, bodies perfectly in sync. I know she’s close, so I punch up deep, giving her everything she wants and probably a little she didn’t know she wanted as well.

The familiar tingle in my spine tells me there’s no stopping what’s about to happen, but she pops off first, screaming out my name.

I’m not sure what happens next, because all I can do is feel… and then there’s nothing but the two of us.

TWENTY-SIX

Claudia

I waketo the sound of rain beating against the windows. I can’t tell what time it is because it’s cloudy outside, but I don’t particularly care. Today is my last full day in Florida—and with Anders. All I want to do is stay in his arms, and drink in as much of him as I can because forty-eight hours from now, I’ll be in my new office in Philadelphia.

As excited as I am about the job, I hate that I have to leave so soon after finding him.

We spent the night alternately making love, dozing, and talking.

It was romantic. Passionate. Erotic.Fun.

I adore everything about this guy.

He’s gorgeous and sexy, but also tender and thoughtful.

We like the same food, the beach, and television shows.

He doesn’t mind when I go off on a tangent about computers, and I enjoy listening to him tell me stories about hockey.

I can’t even wrap my head around the things we’ve done in bed.

And on the floor.

In the shower.

On the chair by the window…

There had been a lot of places and positions last night, once I got past my initial shyness.

He rocked my fucking world, and tomorrow I’m getting on a plane to start my post-college life without him.

Why does fate pull shit like this?

Why couldn’t we meet a year from now? I’d be settled in my job, potentially living on my own, and in a much better position to start a relationship.

Well, okay, I might never have been ready for a relationship if I hadn’t met Anders, but still. It feels wholly unfair to have this thrown at me at the completely wrong time in my life.

A time when we’re going to be living hundreds of miles apart.

I nestle closer to Anders, letting sleep pull me under again, and the next time I open my eyes, I’m alone in bed. I sit up in confusion, because it’s raining even harder now so I can’t imagine where he’s gone, but before I can think about what to do, Anders comes back into the room. He’s carrying two coffee mugs, and the aroma hits my nostrils before I even fully realize that he’s bringing me coffee in bed.

I’m falling hard.

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