Page 30 of Where She Is
“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you.”
I whisper, “But we can’t… we said—”
“Shh. We’re not breaking the rules.”
Daniel guides my hand towards my centre and urges my fingers to circle. All the time he watches and strokes my nipple and there is something about his intensity that electrifies me to my very soul. He transfixes his hooded hazel eyes to my figure, before his hand slides from my breast to his own arousal. I notice his rapid breath and his pupils dilate momentarily when I dip my two fingers in and out of my opening. His need is obvious as he increases the speed to his own climax with one hand while the other strokes along my stomach and kneads my other breast. Should I tell him how badly I want—no, how badly I need him inside me? My flesh is on fire. My mind swirls with thoughts of all the dirty things I want from him. I’m almost there as I watch how intensely he squeezes and rubs my nipple while pleasuring himself simultaneously. This sexy as hell view is all mine and accelerates my climax to the edge. My head swings back, my hips jerk forward then I reach an unbelievable high. My chest heaves to catch some air while my heart calms. I glance towards Daniel just as he releases at my opening. “Fuck!” he whispers, jolting forward one last time.
My frame slumps as I fall back, fighting for breath.
Not long after, and with reluctance, I’m pulled towards the bathroom to clean up before we eventually fall back into bed. As my body relaxes and my mind drifts towards sleep, I realise my heels are still in place.
I’m sure my body hasn’t moved an inch all night. I seem to be in the same position I fell asleep in.Thank God I didn’t run this time.I slide my face up from his chest and slowly gaze up. His thick dark lashes twitch while the corners of his gorgeous mouth turns up. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Goosebumps prickle my skin while inner joy jumps up anddown in my stomach. I force back a grin and rest on his chest. “Good morning, cowboy.” A deep hum echos from his throat as I wrap my arms around him tighter and his fingers stroke my bare back.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Very. In fact, I’d say it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I arrived in Australia.”
I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “You’re incredible, you know that?”
I lay my palm flat against his chest and rest my chin on top. He looks content as I scrunch my nose up and say, “Really? Why is that?”
“Last night. It has to be the most incredible non-sex I’ve ever had and a first for me.”
“It was a first for me too,” I giggle, and he rolls on top of me, his mouth brushing below my ear. The sensation is electric. “You’re driving me wild,” he says, doing it all the more.
A constant stream of kisses and plenty of ‘touches’ later, I’m relaxed and reclined between his legs but I’m finding it difficult to ignore how hard he is against my back. This is what I’ve signed up for. It’s my fault. I try to keep my mind away from jumping his bones while we slip into easy conversation.
“I hope you’re well rested because you’ll need all your energy to deal with my family,” he says while his fingertips draw abstract shapes against my skin.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, you’re back a second time. Jesus, mum will flip. She’ll be out buying a wedding hat next.”
“Hold those horses, cowboy. This thing—” I gesture between us, “is still new to both of us.”
He gives me a guttural laugh. “I’m just warning you. Mum wants me to be happy. Her enthusiasm can do one of two things. Put a woman off or put ideas in her head.”
I wonder how to take his statement. How many women has he had? “Well, I thought she was lovely and your dad too.”
“Oh yeah, dad is okay. He just lets me get on with it.”
“Well, there’s something our parents have in common then.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. My parents might be nutty, but they’re kind of cool.” I smile as I think of mum and dad and wonder what they’re up to.
“What’s it like, being an only child?”
My head rears back and my lips purse, “I don’t know. What’s it like to have a brother?”
He laughs, “Fair enough. I’ll rephrase that. Didn’t you ever get lonely growing up?”
“I’ve never thought too hard about it. Lucy’s always been around since, well, forever. She has a much older brother, so it was always just the two of us. Why do you ask?”
“No real reason.” His eyes fix to the wall, “It’s just I can’t imagine life without Joe.”
