Page 56 of Crave Me

“Can you stand?”

He’d given me two orgasms, and I felt like I was swimming through thick oil. Everything moved slowly, too much work. My mouth couldn’t form words I wanted to speak. Sounds were muffled and far away even though he spoke close to me. This man. This amazing man did the most amazing things to me.

He guided me to my feet, my shoes in his hands. “I’ll carry you to the car when we get outside. Not sure you could balance on these heels right now.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll feel better soon.” He held a glass of juice in front of me, and I took it from him. My hand shook as I held it and brought it to my lips. As soon as the sour, cold juice hit my tongue, I swallowed it down, drained it in one large gulp and handed it back to him. “More, please.”

Instead of more juice, he turned and grabbed a bottle of water. “Drink this slowly while we leave. You’ll be fine by the time we get to my place.”

Where he’d said we’d play more, where he’d do whatever he wanted to do to me. I shivered at the possibilities. Could I take any more? We hadn’t even had sex and yet I was more worn out than I could ever remember being.

“Cold?” He draped my coat over my shoulders and rubbed my arms quickly, warming me.

“Overwhelmed, I think,” I admitted.

“Understood.” I blinked and lifted my head, meeting Simon’s gaze. At my confused expression, he smirked. “You experienced a lot tonight, emotionally and physically. But you’ll rally, I’m sure of it. Are you good to go or do you need a few more minutes?”

“How long was I asleep?” I twisted and opened the bottle of water with still trembling fingers. “Feels like hours.”

“Two minutes, tops.”

I chugged the water bottle and wiped the sides of my mouth to catch leftover drops. “Huh.”

“Come on.” He took my hand and pulled me next to him. My shoes were still in his other hand but I didn’t reach for them. Tonight he’d shown me he knew exactly what I needed and wanted. I trusted him on the cross, I could certainly trust him to know when I needed my feet covered.

Together, we walked back through the club. Whereas before all the sounds and voices and clink of glasses had seemed to melt away, leaving me only with Simon to focus on, the way out was the opposite.

Laughter made me flinch, the lights made me squint, the sounds of clinking glasses and bottles being drained behind the bar were as loud as the chime of bells of my childhood church.

Everything was heightened, awakened and brighter in a way I hadn’t realized earlier. Perhaps it was the adrenaline crash, or maybe it was still rushing through my veins.

Perhaps it was simpler than that.

After all, Simon had just spent the last several hours revealing to me a part of myself I might not have found without him.

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