Page 40 of Infected By Virus

“That, as in—in that beautiful head of yours? Your whole body changed. What thought had that effect on you?”

She knew it felt different but never dreamed that it translated to him feeling it, too.

Rae followed suit and lay back down, lifting her hips to remove the rest of her clothes.

“Just letting go of things that no longer matter, I guess.”

His grin turned so wicked that if it were possible to orgasm from just a look, that would’ve done it.

Fuck if the man wasn’t a walking hate crime against all other men in existence. When he smiled, he might as well be the only man on the planet that women notice.

Watching the play of his muscles as he reclined back was mesmerizing. He turned on his side to face her.

Virus grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his hip. Staring into her eyes, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.

“Good, because there is no room for anything else between us when we’re like this.” Slowly he entered her aching body. Inch by torturously slow inch.

His eyes never left hers. Even when they kissed, his eyes stayed open and focused on her.

It wasn’t the frantic, oxygen depriving fucking that had happened earlier. No, this was love making. Something she had only ever done with him. A body was just a vessel, capable of a physical euphoria that wore off as fast as it came upon you, but opening your soul to another person was transcendent.

Rae was still terrified of giving in to the all-encompassing them again. Terrified of being a mom to a little boy who she loved but barely knew. Terrified of leaving her life in Vegas behind for a shot, not a guarantee. She also knew she’d never forgive herself if she turned tail and ran without even trying.

“I forgive you, Rae,” she mumbled as they came together.

That thought changed everything. Forgiving yourself is a different level of acceptance.

She was really doing it.

She was giving up everything to gain so much more. Virus was still buried inside her when she spoke.

“I think we should date.”

“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want,” he answered sleepily.

“I mean it. If we’re going to restart this?—”

“No if.” The sleepy tone was all but gone. “We are doing it, Rae.” Her eyes rolled when he wiggled his hips. Causing him to slip from her body.

“Not this. I mean, not only this, not always this. You said it yourself, we’ve both changed. And while we are still good at this, we need to be solid in other areas. If not for ourselves, then for Adam.” Lower, she added, “I want my best friend back.”

“So, you want to be wooed?” He kissed her breast, tugging on the nipple before looking up at her with a mischievous grin. No way he was ready to go again, but the look in his wicked green-gold eyes said he’d give it the good ole college try.

“No more running, Rae. I won’t survive if you run again.” His words damn near broke her. “If shit gets sideways, we talk about it, we don’t run.” His voice had a hard edge she’d rarely heard from him. “Promise me, Rae?”

“I promise.”

Virus smiled, then kissed his way down her body, nipping in random places as he went. When he settled between her legs and threw her knee over his shoulder, she forgot how to speak.

The first touch of his tongue to her clit seared her skin, branded her as his. He tongue-fucked her until she came apart on his face. Rae was spent. Virus had successfully derailed any and all thoughts in her head.

“How’s that for wooing?” he asked. She felt every syllable against her overheated flesh.

“Not just me, Darrin. You deserve to be wooed too.”

“All right then,” he agreed. “Woo me.” He shot up from between her legs to lie beside her on the floor so fast, she got dizzy. He sprawled there, hands behind his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, and glancing from his growing cock to her and back again.

It was a ridiculous picture that got even more so when he waggled his eyebrows.

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