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I loved watching Daniel’s eyes dart from my face to my breasts to my sex. It was as if he was examining me. Trying to learn how I reacted to everything he did.
I’d never felt so observed. Having people analyze my artwork had always been tricky enough. Now Daniel seemed to be analyzing my body. He always seemed concerned for my pleasure, which was driving me absolutely wild.
“My perfect little goddess of art,” Daniel murmured, just before flattening his tongue and dragging it straight across my opening, then my clit.
My moan was far too loud but I couldn’t stop it. My heels dug into the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as I tried not to squirm.
“Delicious,” he groaned.
There was true longing in his voice. I knew that I could say two words and have Daniel drop his pants and press himself inside me right here, right now.
I knew I wanted him to be the one to take me. To finally show me what it was like. But everything was going so fast. I had to find a way to listen to the logical part of my mind and keep my mouth shut.
My hips began to rock as he played with my clit, bathing it with his tongue as a finger slipped inside me.
It felt like my juices were dripping across his lips. My fingers clutched at the hair over his ears as I heard myself moan, “Right there…please.”
The spiraling heat that had been steadily building in my core released in what felt like a shower of fireworks so intense that I thought I might black out.
Screaming his name, I shook with relief, release, renewal. I felt reborn. Suddenly, I was transformed into a sexual being.
Daniel lapped up every drop of my juices, kissing his way up my body to meet my lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard in my life,” he gasped. He looked absolutely triumphant, licking his lips as he smiled at me.
“That was incredible,” I breathed.
He kissed me again, and before I even knew what was happening, I was curled around his body like a vine, breasts pressed against his bare chest. He snaked a hand between us, finding my center again and lightly caressing me until I was right on the edge again.
“Come for me again, baby,” Daniel whispered.
I couldn’t believe how hot he looked. His chest was quivering as if he were just as aroused as I was. He genuinely craved my pleasure. He was falling for me exactly the way I was.
This sweet, thoughtful, wildly handsome man thought I was sexy. Me. It made my head spin.
My lips parted wider, welcoming him in as we kissed as if we were starving for each other. The pressure of his fingers against my sensitive button brought me right to the very edge. Then his hand shifted so that he was using his thumb while his finger slipped inside.
“I can feel you, baby,” Daniel murmured. “Come for me. Think about what it’s going to feel like when I’m inside you.”
His free hand wrapped in the back of my hair, holding my lips to his as a deep ripple of ecstasy rolled through me. He swallowed my cries, murmuring soothing sounds as I came apart in his arms.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re so sexy, Prairie. I’m going to be dreaming of this moment for years to come.”
I felt like I was floating. “Me, too.”
Daniel retracted his hand, sucking his middle finger while raising his eyebrow at me. “You taste so sweet. I’m going to be begging for that every single day.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that Daniel would only be here another week, and then we would have to figure out the long-distance thing for a few months. I knew that I had to get dressed and hurry home. I had to somehow behave as if my entire world hadn’t just been tipped upside down.
Most importantly, I was going to have to keep biting my tongue, and not say the words that my treacherous heart was screaming.
Daniel, I’m already in love with you.
15
DANIEL
Dad and I didn’t always agree on everything, but we were certainly right about the snowfall prediction. Early Christmas morning we woke to find six inches of fluffy powder blanketing the world.
I went to shovel the walk and driveway at our parents’ house, while Jacob clamped the snow plow attachment onto the truck and cleared our back road all the way to the highway. By the time I got back, Andrew had made coffee and shoveled out the side house.
