Page 98 of That Fake Feeling
Histouch radiates tingles to every inch of my skin, spinning my heart in my chest, and making me crave him more and more every fraction of a second.
Andfinally, thankGod, his dick nudges at my entrance.Atthe same time, his fingers glide down over my belly and find my clit.
Icollapse forward and push back onto him, trusting him, giving myself to him completely, and desperate to get him as deep inside me as possible.Ineed him,Iwant him, all of him, in every way.
Heglides his other hand between my body and the bed and finds my breast pressed against the mattress.
Hegives me everything—he fills me inside, the fingers of one hand rub my clit, the other hand works my nipple.Histongue, lips, and teeth tease my neck, my earlobe, my shoulder.
He’severything, more than everything.There’snothing more to wish for.
Mybody rides a wave, a wave that rises higher and higher as his fingers circle and he thrusts in and out of me.
“God,Rose,” he pants against my ear as we move together. “Beinginside you is the greatest.”
Iclimb the crest, gasping and fisting the pillow.Mywalls clench against him, my whole body contracts, he thrusts harder and circles more, our desperate breath in perfect sync.
Thestars behind my eyes burst and explode in my head.Assoon as he realizesI’mover the edge,Connorlets go too, pushes deeper and pants as we erupt together, the sweat of his chest against my back.
Hispleasure kicks off more spasms in me.It’slike it won’t stop asIcome andIcome andIcome in the longest orgasm of my life.
Hemoves his hand to my belly and pulls me tight against him as his climax shakes his body and he cries out with gasp after gasp.
Andfinally, we come to rest, our breaths heavy,Connor’sheart banging against me.
“I’dreally like to kiss you,” he says into my tangled mess of hair.
Itwist the top half of my body around, trying not to set him free, wanting him inside me for as long as possible.
And, finally,Ilook into his smiling eyes, knowingI’msafe even whenIcan’t see him, no matter how vulnerable that makes me.Mygaze drifts to his full, lust-fueled lips as they close in on mine.Wemeet for a long, slow, deep kiss that’s as affectionate as it is passionate.
Aswe pull apart, he looks beyond me to the single sunray peeking through the shutters.
“Wehaven’t even been out on the beach since we got here.”Hedrops a gentle kiss on my temple. “Andwe need breakfast.”Hestrokes my cheek. “There’sa waterfront restaurant not far up the beach.Howabout we walk down there and get our feet wet in the ocean at the same time?”
“Soundsperfect.”
Andit does.Itreally does.
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“Ican’t remember the last timeIfelt sand between my toes.”Iswing my flip-flops in one hand asConnortakes my other.
Afterthe grimy, sweaty heat of the city, the fresh ocean breeze rippling my hair is a welcome change.
“Meneither,”Connorsays as we make our way down to the water’s edge. “EvenwhenIcame out here that one weekend after the house was finished,Istayed up on the deck the whole time.Nevercame down onto the beach.”
Idrop my mouth wide open in exaggerated shock. “Whatan outrageous waste.You’venever lived.”
“You’reright.Iwasn’t living at all.”Hepulls my hand to his mouth and looks at me as he kisses the back of it. “ButIsure as hell am now.”
AndIknow what he means.Lookingback, even just a month ago,Iwasn’t living.Iwas surviving.Justgetting through each day soIcould get through the next one and the next one, hoping that eventually there would be a better day at the end of that long, long path.
Butthis isn’t like real life either.It’sthe opposite extreme.Likea dream world, a fantasy land.EvenifIwere withConnorfor real, every day wouldn’t be like this—walking on the beach, the breeze in my hair, the man who’s shown me it’s possible to live in the moment holding my hand.
“There’sonly one thing better than sand between your toes,” he says, stepping to the edge of the surf. “Andthat’s ocean between them.”
Thewater splashes at the bottom of his rolled-up pants.
