Page 9 of Single Chance

“Okay?” he asked, sounding like he was struggling to hold himself in check.

“More than.” I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him.

“You feel so fucking amazing. I hope I can last long enough to make it good for you.”

I let out a little laugh. “News flash. Already good. Stop worrying.”

He kissed me thoroughly, passionately, as he thrust deliciously into me, over and over. If it was good before, he upped it to stupendous.

This man absolutely knew how to work magic on my body. Even though I’d just met him, the connection between us felt sacred. I wanted to hold on to it for hours. At the same time, I felt myself climbing higher and needing desperately to burst over the edge.

My mind shut down, and I merely held on. I hadn’t felt so alive for years.

We moved as one, as if we’d been doing this together for ages. When he reached between us and brushed a finger over my clit, everything in me tightened. Another few touches from him and I exploded, clinging to him for everything I was worth. The contractions went on, wringing me out as if I was being pulled through a portal to an amazing dimension of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh, God,” Chance said as he thrust his hips harder into me.

All I could do was hold on and try to breathe as he came as hard as I had.

We lay there, entwined, hearts thundering, breaths coming hard, but otherwise not moving for a spellbinding few seconds, or maybe minutes. I didn’t know. Time stopped making sense.

Eventually he rolled to his side and pulled me with him. I loved the feel of his arm banding around me, his thigh against mine, his overheated, solid body all along mine. I closed my eyes and relished the bliss that was still sparkling through my body. Taking in a slow, lung-filling breath, I reveled in the luxury of beingwithsomeone. Not alone. I’d been alone for so very long.

“Happy New Year,” he said in a low voice, his smile audible.

“Happiest,” I said, falling into a deep, sated relaxation after that incredible release.

“Can’t be a bad year when we start it off like that, can it?”

I shook my head, grinning as I burrowed against his chest.

Chance kissed my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here,” I said drowsily, content that he planned to rejoin me.

This was a one-time thing, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t take comfort in each other for a few more hours. Though I’d never been big on cuddling, being in this man’s arms was reassuring. Life-affirming. The sex had been off the charts, and lying here with him afterward, in the dark, in the quiet, listening to his breath, calmed something in my soul.

Chance

I felt my way to the bathroom, where there was a thumbnail-sized night-light giving out just enough light to find the toilet, the sink, and the trash. I got rid of the condom and washed my hands.

Outside the bathroom, I spotted my coat. I picked it up and grabbed my phone from the pocket to check the time. It was just after one.

I hurried to the bed with my phone, setting it on the nightstand. The air was cool, particularly because of the sheen of sweat I’d worked up.

Rowan had pulled the covers back and crawled under them, since we hadn’t bothered to do that earlier. She held them up now in invitation.

Was it weird to come back to bed with a woman I didn’t really know? It’d been so long since I’d done this, I wasn’t sure what the protocol was.

Fuck it. I wanted more time with her. Just a couple more hours. This was my rare chance to appreciate a woman’s touch, her softness, her warmth. I’d been aware as hell I was overdue for a good screw, but I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed being so physically close to another human.

This one night would have to tide me over for who knew how long. In a few hours, it was back to my usual overfull life and the responsibilities that took up all my headspace.

I climbed into the bed and rolled close to Rowan, pulling her naked body into mine. She made a drowsy, satisfied sound as she nestled into me. I breathed in her scent, knowing the floral sweetness was already imprinted in my memory.

Tonight had been magical, our temporary connection a rare gift. With her being from Nashville, it was clear from the start this was only for a night. Maybe that made the fireworks between us all the more spectacular. There was no pressure for more. No worries about how we’d act tomorrow. We didn’t have a tomorrow. It was now or never, and we’d both chosen now.

Her breathing evened out as she sank into sleep. I was struck by how good it felt to know she trusted me enough to let down her walls, bare her body and maybe parts of her soul to me, and fall asleep in my arms.

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