Page 26 of Too Good to be True

His eyes don't leave mine. We don't speak as he climbs on top of me. Not a word. His eyes bore into mine as he enters me. The lump in his throat bobs as he pushes his full length inside and closes his eyes. After a moment of quiet stillness, his hips move, thrusting in and out. Slow and hard. Deep and tender.

I run my hand down the center of his back, along his thick cord of muscle. I see reverence in his eyes, and I don't understand it. I don't understand why this feels so meaningful.

Tim continues to thrust in long, hard strokes inside me. Thoughts slip from my mind. My hips rise to meet him. To better feel him. The only thing that I think of, that I feel, is more. I want more. I need more.

More. More. More.

More physical pleasure.

More ecstasy.

More of Tim.

More of everything Tim is willing to give me.

Chapter 10

Bright sunlight spillsthrough the curtains in my room. I yawn, tired and lazy from a long night. Tim's arms tighten around my naked torso. I feel his breath tickling me along the back of my neck and melt into his embrace. He moans as I snuggle into him. We fit together perfectly, like matched puzzle pieces.

I can't believe we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms and remained that way. What surprises me even more is that he stayed. I expected after he satiated his hunger for me, he'd go back to his room.

After sex, Corey would hold me for a bit. Then he'd put something on, toss me my nightgown, and retreat to his side of the bed. Or worse, leave unless we were at his place. No snuggling. No touching.

"Morning, beautiful."

I know he can't see it since my back is to him, but Tim puts a smile on my face.

"Good morning."

A loud, brash noise breaks the comfortable calm in the room. I startle at the unexpected sound. The hotel phone. At first, I don't want to answer. Why would anyone call me on this phone instead of my cell?

Only someone here would call. It has to be Francesca. If I don't answer, she'll show up. If she does, I don't know that I can keep her from barging in this time. Against my better judgment, I pick up the phone.

"Where the hell are you?"

"In my room where you called me. What's up?" I look around for a clock to check the time.

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