Page 80 of A First Sight

Again, his fingers moved between my legs, and his mouth latched onto my breast as teeth and tongue worked sensitive flesh. He was relentless. No gentle coaxing. He was driving me toward the climax. I was flying. All stress gone. I was free.

Before I could come down completely, he pulled his hand away and pushed inside me with one continuous motion. I cried out as my body was suddenly and overwhelmingly full. I felt him hesitate. I couldn’t find the words or the air to tell him to move, so I dug my nails into his hip, hoping he’d get the hint.

He did.

Pulling back, he surged forward, going impossibly deep and eliciting a choked groan from me. He thrust into me with a steady but increasing pace. I writhed beneath him, one hand still trapped under his, my head back. His mouth was on my neck, worrying at the skin, each pull and nip sending another jolt of pleasure straight through me.

If I thought I was drowning before, it was nothing compared to the sensations coursing through me right now. My senses were on overload.

I could feel everything. Not just Drake’s skin on mine, his cock inside me, or even the sheets under me. I could feel the air molecules. The sun. The moon. The stars. It was as if something connected every cell in my body to every other cell in the world. In the universe.

I was aware of everything. My heart pounding, Drake’s harsh breathing, and our small sounds of pleasure. The slide of our bodies together. The slight tang of salt on my lips came from my kisses to his skin, and the scent of him turned me on more than I thought possible.

I was grateful the lighting was dim. I felt like I couldn’t handle a single thing more. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open, to absorb the sight of Drake’s thick hair as it brushed my skin, his profile in shadow as he kissed me, the firm lines of his beautiful body.

Spots danced at the corners of my vision, and I could feel my body getting ready to shut down because I couldn’t take any more…and then I came.

FIFTY-SEVEN

DRAKE

It hadto have been a dream.

I was naked…and I wasn’t alone.

A slender body was curled up against mine.

It had all happened so suddenly. When I heard the knock and my name, I thought I’d dozed off and dreamed it.

As I saw that beautiful golden blond hair, felt her hand on my chest over my heart, I could scarcely believe it.

I didn’t know what it meant for the long term, but I would not take a single second for granted.

It was still early and the only light in the room came from the mirror-light in my bathroom. I remained as still as possible and committed every second to memory.

I felt her breathing change, and I gave her room to move.

“Morning.” She glanced at me, her cheeks pink.

“Good morning.” I smiled at her.

She sat up, her blush deepening as she realized she was naked. “Right. My clothes are in my room.” She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” She smiled.

Before I could respond, she was up and halfway to the bathroom. Mesmerized, I watched as she crossed to my dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a t-shirt. I loved that she felt comfortable enough to borrow my clothes. It felt like a positive sign.

“It’s still early,” she said, her back to me.

“Aye, it is.” I glanced at the clock. I wouldn’t be coming in to work until after lunch—if at all. “What time are we meeting Dale?”

“Not for a while,” she said as she came to the bed.

After a shy glance at me, she climbed under the covers. I raised my arm, and she settled back into place. Resting her cheek on my chest, her hand returned to the spot above my heart, her fingers lightly moving back and forth across my skin.

“Tell me about Belle.”

Of all the things I imagined her saying this morning, that wasn’t even close.

“What do you want to know?”

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