Page 47 of Out of Sight

It was time to pull out the big guns.

I slid my hands down her arms, encouraging her to fist her hands into the blanket. “Better hold on tight, spider monkey.”

She turned to me with wide eyes, mouth open, but before she could laugh or smack me I moved my hands to her hips and thrust back in, bringing the sexiest little scream from her as I pushed her to the limit, bottoming out inside her. To her credit, my little spider monkey did hold on for all she was worth, meeting me with each thrust until her hips began to writhe outof rhythm and I had to grip them even tighter while she came a second time, screaming out her orgasm.

“Oh,motherfuckingshit, I love you Claire,” I let out, not caring if it was too soon or if she even felt anything for me beyond attraction. I was coming right along with her and it felt too amazing to try to control my mouth. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh God, I love you so much.”

She felt too good, and just reallywastoo good for me in every single way. I thought this girl was perfect before, but now that I’d seen her passion, felt her tight warmth around me, and heard the noises she made when I was deep inside her… I was in love. If I thought she’d do it I’d ask her to elope with me tonight.

Claire’s screams quieted and her arms collapsed from under her so she slid face first onto the blanket. I followed her down, disappointed to lose the connection, but my poor girl couldn’t stop shaking and needed a rest. I laid on my side, rubbing Claire’s hips where I held her just a bit too tightly. She rested a hand over mine, eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips.

I ran my hands over her sexy body, enjoying the feel of her skin that I’d been desperate to touch for the last week. I rolled her over onto her side so we faced each other and ran my hand down her torso, memorizing the feel of her curves.

“Next time I’ve really got to get you naked. I didn’t even give these girls any attention,” I added with fake shock, palming one of her breasts. God, they felt so good. I felt the barest twitch in my dick, my hard-on wanting to come back to life again. Damn, this woman was too perfect for her own good. I nuzzled my face in that wonderful space between her tits.

It was a good distraction while I asked about my confession.

“So what do you think, honey?”

Her eyes opened. “Think about what?”

“About what I told you.” My heart was racing. I’d survive whatever she said, but I needed to know how to act towards her.

“I think that you talk a good game about hating all my books and movies, but you’re a closet romantic! You can’t pretend that it’s all just a coincidence anymore, William Bracco. I know you’ve seen Twilight and I know you liked it!” She was sitting up now, laughter in her eyes as she poked me in the chest.

She either didn’t hear my declaration or was pretending she didn’t. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need a response to be sure of how I felt. I could just pretend I didn’t say anything until I could gauge her better.

“Well I’m thinking about what you said about Jim murdering us if we’re gone much longer, but I still want to take you to the bookshop. Should we pack up?”

“I think—and don’t faint—you’re right. Let’s do it.”

She tried to get up, but I held a hand out to stop her as I rummaged through the picnic basket until I came up with a pack of wet wipes. I took off the condom, tying it in a knot and cleaning myself up as much as possible. Then I turned to Claire, doing the same to her with gentle strokes. Her delicate, feminine little moan didn’t help my resolve.

“Honey, if you keep moaning like that, Big Ol’ Magnum William will want to come out for seconds, and I’d really like to take you on part two of our date.”

With a little giggle she bit her lip, trying to hide her smile, but let me carry on.

It was a five minute walk back into town and only a couple minutes to the shop from there. Darling Cascades must’ve been a really smart community since the two-story shop was bigger than our house and was pretty busy for a Sunday afternoon.

I knew Claire was a romantic in general, what with all her chick flicks and heavy books she insisted on throwing at me, but I figured that I could learn a bit more about her based on what books she looked at. What I didn’t expect was my own excitement to be in a bookstore. It had only been six days, but I felt starved for something to do. No wonder Claire liked reading so much; it could occupy your mind in any way you wanted.

Cookbooks? I didn’t cook much, but maybe I would start with the help of the several thousand recipes I had at my fingertips.

I could get a pet. I’ve never had one, but now I could learn absolutely everything there was to know about Chihuahuas with the help of these seventeen books.

I could learn a new language or twelve.

I turned to Claire, engrossed in the fiction section that had a lot of shirtless guys on the covers. I looked for a label—ohRomancereally was its own genre. Who knew?

She stepped into my arms and pulled my face down to hers in a kiss, greedy little hands crawling up my neck and into my hair.

“This is amazing. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“You’re very welcome.” There was so much excitement and gratitude in her eyes. That honey gaze warmed me in a way that gave me reason to hope she liked me for more than just the sex. She’d never said anything more than how much she wanted me, but I also never asked.

“What books do you want to get?”

She looked up at me curiously. “I didn’t think we were actually buying anything. We can’t use our own debit cards, right? Or are you the kind of person who carries around loads of cash?” She said the last part as a bit of a tease, but it stung.

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