Page 28 of Gator's Gambit
He’s all I can see, hear, feel, and he’s my anchor in this ocean of sensuality.
“All right, gorgeous, over you go,” is all he says before finally laying his lips on mine. As the kiss turns feral, he redoubles his efforts, I feel my body tighten all over and, before I can catch a breath, my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks.
Godric breaks the kiss and, his lips next to my ear, murmurs, “That’s it, ride my hand, just like that. Yes, yeeessss. That’s it, baby.”
God, I thought the climaxes I’d experienced earlier were intense. This right here – holy shit – this has the potential to kill me. I cling to Godric like a limpet, too afraid to let go lest my legs fail me. Resting my forehead on his chest, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs like I’ve just run a marathon, I fight back tears.
But when he tilts my head back and drops the sweetest kiss on my forehead, I lose the battle and tears slip over my bottom lids, rolling down my cheeks. All I can do is hope the water from the shower disguises them.
That hope is dashed when he rubs some away with his thumb. “Fancy?” Shaking my head, I attempt to bury my face in his chest, but he’s having none of it. “Pooks, talk to me. Did I hurt you?”
Shaking my head again, I strive to get my emotions under control. I indicate I need a moment by holding up a finger, and he kisses the tip before pulling me into him. After long moments,he steps back, gently washing and rinsing my body with the utmost care, bringing fresh tears. Never has a man ever treated me like this, and I realize what I’ve been missing all these years.
Now unable to stem the flow of tears, I give up and lean into this strong, giving, loving man. I have no idea how long we stand there, but it’s long enough for the water to run cold. Godric jerks as it unexpectedly hits his back.
He reaches around to turn the water off before using the same hand to tilt my chin up so he can see my face. “Okay?” I nod, and he nods in return. “Then let’s get you out of the shower and dried since all this constant moisture isn’t good for your skin.” Again, I simply nod.
Once we’re both dry, he leads me back to the bedroom and over to the bed, climbs up onto it, and indicates for me to join him. When I do, he pulls me in close, smoothing a hand over my now damp hair.
“Want to talk about what happened in the shower?”
For a minute, I seriously consider saying no. But since it’s not something I’ve experienced before I guess it would be good to talk about it. If we’re ever going to make this thing between us work, communication is going to be key. So, I take a bracing breath, and reply.
“Honestly? I don’t know what happened. All I do know is it was the most intense thing I’ve experienced in my life, and I had no idea how to cope with all the emotions rioting through me. I couldn’t have stopped those tears if I tried. And then – then you made it worse by being so, so – you – and taking care of me.”
His belly laugh has me lifting my head from where it was resting on his shoulder. “What so funny?”
“The way you said that. I made it worse by taking care of you.” He hugs me closer for a second. Releasing me, he leans away so he can look into my eyes. That’s something I’vestruggled with at times, his need for eye contact when he speaks to me – as if he wants to see into my soul while we talk.
“I didn’t mean it likethat.”
“I know you didn’t. I’m just teasing you.” His expression turns serious. “What you experienced in the shower is natural. It’s your body’s natural release when emotions are so intense and the sensory overload kicks in.”
Godric’s quiet for a moment. “I’m honored and feel incredibly privileged to have been the one to share your first with you.” He places my hand over his heart. “And as long as this is beating,” he continues, pressing my hand into his chest, “I will strive to give you many, many more of those moments.”
“I’m not sure I’ll survive more of them.” I can’t help snorting. And that belly laugh rolls over me once again, warming me to the core.
We lie there quietly, Godric smoothing a hand through the drying strands of my hair, and I simply soak it all in. Realization filters into my brain as I drift on a cloud of utter contentment, that in just a few short hours Godric will board a plane, and I have zero idea when I’ll see him again. An involuntary mewl of distress escapes, and his arm tightens around me.
“What’s wrong, Pooks?” I shake my head, neither wanting to kill the vibe of the moment nor talk about him leaving. But I should have known better. Godric isn’t one to let sleeping dogs lie. “Fancy.”
My name is all he says – it’s all he needs to say, because it says a million other things left unverbalized. With a sigh, I shift away from him and into a seated position, facing him.
“With all that’s happened here I forgot that you’re leaving today, and just now I remembered it.”
“Ah.” He nods, levering himself up to lean against the headboard. “Gotcha. Talk to me.”
“See, that’s the thing. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. And I especially don’t want to feel it.”
A look of concern settles on his gorgeous face. “Baby, I know this is hard, since you and I have only just become an us …” He frowns. “We did, didn’t we? Well, we did from my point of view, but you never said.”
“That’s part of the difficulty. We did, and now my heart is more invested than it was before, and now you’re leaving, and I don’t know if you’re ever coming back, and it’ll break my heart if you don’t, and –”
“Whoa, slow down and take a breath there, tiger.” Godric gently swipes a lone tear that’s tracking its way down my cheek away. “I’m sorry this is upsetting you. I know it’s hard – I see it with the other guys’ ladies – but this is my job. It’s what I do, what I’m good at, and it’s a big part of who I am.”
“I know, and I’d never ask you not to do it. It’s just all new to me, you know? We’ve only just found our way to each other, and it would be devastating to lose you now.” Flapping my hands, I shake my head. “No, I can’t think like that. That’s wrong. I’m sorry.”
“Pooks, it’s okay. Let’s take it one day at a time. All right?” I nod. What else can I do? Pushing the anxiety deep down, I smile at him before snuggling back into the crook of his arm.
