Page 24 of The Singer and the Silent Type

“I love your little pussy,” he murmured, flashing me a wink. “I need to feel you come on my tongue again, Lorena.”

Hearing Cody, usually so formal and proper, talking dirty, did me in completely. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he licked my little button steadily. My climax washed over me like rainfall in the desert – hot and desperate and blissful.

Then his huge, muscled body rose up, his lips meeting mine for a kiss so deep it nearly made me dizzy. Feeling his hot, hard length pressing against my mound filled me with a deep, primal ache.

“I need you,” I whispered, staring into his eyes until he realized what I meant.

“If you’re sure, I’ll pick up some condoms tomorrow.”

“I’m very sure, and I’m on the pill.” I could feel myself blushing again. “It was to straighten out some hormonal issues. I mean, I never needed it before, you know…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he smiled. “I just want to be damn sure that you are completely certain.”

“Eight hundred and thirty-three percent sure,” I said.

“That’s a weirdly specific number.”

“It’s the number on the license plate of my new car,” I giggled.

I stopped laughing when I realized what this moment meant. My legs spread open, wrapping around his hips. The feeling of the round head of his shaft slipping between my inner lips was almost ticklish, I was so sensitive.

Cody kept his weight on his forearms, leaving his hands free to caress my face, running his fingers through my hair and along my neck while he looked into my eyes. “I love you so much, Lorena,” he murmured, sliding inside me slowly.

“I love you, Cody.”

As he pressed deeper, he began to work back and forth in slow, smooth movements, opening me carefully without pushing too far at once. The rocking movement of his hips was so arousing that I felt myself becoming even wetter.

It was downright weird feeling like my body was stretching open for him, and I forced myself to hold back a yelp when he passed a certain point.

I couldn’t let him know that it hurt, and indeed as soon as he was all the way inside me, taking slow, steady strokes, the few rough spots turned into pure bliss. He moved in an unwavering rhythm, rolling his hips as he rocked us together.

His eyes half-closed for a moment. “Lorena,” he moaned, “My sweet angel. You really are perfect for me in every single way.”

I could already feel my core beginning to quiver, the pressure building. As he stared into my eyes, I felt like my entire body and soul were melting.

He quickened the pace gradually, his thrusts growing deeper, more savage. Somehow he expertly brought me right to the edge so that he knew the second I tumbled over, shrieking his name.

“Yes, angel…yes!” he growled, following me a split second later as we came in each other’s arms.

After the last tremors rolled through us, his instant grin was pure joy to me. Rolling onto his back beside me, he held my hand sweetly as we caught our breath together.

“I had no idea,” I finally murmured.

“Neither did I,” he said. “For the record, it is not normal for two people to click so perfectly right away as we do.”

“Everything has been a bit fast,” I smiled.

He squeezed my hand, looking at me with concern. “Not too fast, I hope?”

I shook my head. “Sometimes things are sudden, but it doesn’t mean it’s not right. On Thursday I would never have thought that I was ready to sing in front of a crowd. Then Friday was a bit of a surprise, and Saturday was a little emergency. I guess these things just happen.”

“You are my little emergency,” he chuckled, his low voice so sexy when it rumbled. “I was just at the point where I was wondering what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life. Whether I should get new animals for my farm, start raising cattle again, or buy some new tools and expand my construction business.”

“So...what are you going to do now?” I asked, turning to lean up on my elbow.

“Whatever is right for both of us,” he said. “You could move in with me, and we could farm there. But since this is your grandmother’s old place, you probably want to stay here.”

“I’d like to, if possible,” I said.

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