“Oh my God…” Selena breathed, dropping her weight on top of him. He held her there and kissed Selena’s forehead, basked in the heat of their perspiration and the tingling in their joints.
“Is that what you were after,” his dark voice beat.
Selena smacked her lips and swallowed but couldn’t form her words. Labored breaths seized her throat, and she panted then tried again to answer him. When nothing came out, she gave up and nodded in response.
“I can’t hear you,” his easy voice grooved.
Hell, I can’t hear me, Selena thought as her eyes closed and sleep tried to pull her under. She was still trying to catch her breath. Still trying to contemplate the reckoning her body just endured.
As she slowly drifted into la-la land, one word escaped her lips.
“Yes.”