Page 180 of A Tower of Half-Truths
He pulled back slightly. “Just to be clear, was that a ‘yes’?”
Mavery rolled her eyes. “Oh, come here.”
The next moments were a blur. He distinctly remembered her straddling his lap, removing her blouse, placing her mouth to his neck.
And then they were back to falling into bed, and into each other. As he buried himself in her, he reveled in her blissful sighs and flushed cheeks. Her fingers gripped his shoulders while her legs wrapped around his lower back. Her gasps urged him to take her faster, deeper. They alternated between pushing and pulling, exploring each other’s bodies as they’d done many times over these past days. Yet, each time had always led to new discoveries. Each time had been just as thrilling, just as perfect, as the one before it. As she quavered beneath him, around him, all he could think of was how he wanted nothing more than to have a lifetime’s worth of perfect moments like this.
But as they lay face to face, basking in the afterglow, the thoughts that had lain dormant began to reawaken. His mind soon became a swarm of ideas, questions, anxieties. They created such a din of noise, he could hear everything and nothing all at once.
Mavery’s fingers brushed his cheek, then his temple, as she pushed a lock of hair from his face. He closed his eyes with a sigh,thankful for her touch.This,he could focus on without any effort at all. Her touch grounded him enough to remember that, while there would be no shortage of work in the months ahead, there would be time to worry about that later.
For once in his life, he had all the time in the world.
