Page 58 of Where There's Smoke

“Come for me, Jesse,” he breathed. “I want…oh, fuck, I want you to come.”

That was all I needed. One more thrust and I lost it. My whole body threatened to come apart at the seams as an orgasm beyond any orgasm I’d ever experienced surged through me, curling my fingers and toes as electricity and fire and ice crashed through my veins. Just as I reached my peak, when I was sure I couldn’t take another second, Anthony forced himself all the way inside me and fuckingroared.

I shuddered and struggled just to breathe as the whole room reverberated with Anthony’s release, with his complete, spine-tingling loss of control. His rhythm fell apart with every tremor and every violent, desperate thrust, and his carefully composed exterior fell apart right along with it. God, could this really be Anthony falling to pieces with me? Against me? Inside me? No way. It wasn’t possible. I might have even convinced myself his powerful roar had come from any other man on the planet if not for the distinct smokiness, that roughened edge that said yes, this was pure, unrestrainedAnthony.

With one last shudder and a soft sound that might have been a whimper, Anthony slowed to a stop. He leaned over me, his chest warming my back, and his hand came down beside mine on the sheet. He kissed the base of my neck, panting against my sweaty skin. His breathing was unsteady, ragged, and his arm trembled beside mine.

Anthony.Shaking.

I bit my lip and barely kept myself from shuddering. I couldn’t even begin to understand how I had reduced him to shaking and panting, but here he was. Here we were.

He rested his cheek on my back. His hand ran up and down my arm, and I closed my eyes, struggling to comprehend that this warm, gentle touch came from the same hand that had gripped my hips in the throes of such violent, powerful sex.

I shifted my weight onto one hand. No man had ever made me come so hard my eyes teared up, but as I wiped my eyes, my fingers came away wet.

Anthony lifted his head. He dropped a light kiss between my shoulders. “You okay?”

I blinked until my vision cleared, but it quickly blurred again. My heart still pounded. My arms still shook. Was I okay? Oh, God, yes.

I was more than okay.

I thought.

Wasn’t I?

The only thing that made sense right then, the only thing I really understood, was that what had just happened was the kind of sex I’d been waiting for my entire goddamned life.

Chapter 13

Anthony

It had beena foregone conclusion that sex with Jesse would be hot. He’d been like a powder keg of pent-up sexual frustration, and from that first kiss beside his front door a lifetime ago, I’d wanted to light the fuse.

And now, here we were, in the aftermath: tangled beneath my sheets, long past catching our breath but nowhere near ready to leave. The dust had settled. We’d gotten up on shaking legs, grabbed a long shower together, and settled back into my bed, but I swore the air still crackled with electricity.

I needed a cigarette, but I was just too damned comfortable like this. Staring up at the ceiling as I ran my fingers through Jesse’s damp hair, I didn’t want to move. Wasn’t so sure I could, if the ache in my legs and twinge in my hips were any indication. I knew sex with him would be incredible, but what I hadn’t expected was his complete, easy surrender. One minute he was all nerves and apprehension. The next he was quivering muscles and whispered pleas, and nothing in the known universe could turn me on more than that.

I turned onto my side so we were facing each other.

“I still can’t believe you’d never done this,” I whispered, caressing his cheek. “You take so easily to being a bottom.”

He laughed softly and avoided my eyes. “Yeah, well, I’ve always kind of been…afraid to.”

“Afraid it would hurt?”

“Well, that.”

“And?”

Jesse sighed. “This will sound a little ridiculous. A lot ridiculous.”

I propped myself up on my arm. “Try me.”

“I…well…” He chewed his lip. “You know all that crazy stuff I did in college? Everything the tabloids talked about?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Sounded like you had a good time in school.”

He laughed softly but halfheartedly. “Would you believe that was all a carefully calculated and meticulously executed front?”

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