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When he shudders one last time, he moves his hands and wraps them around me, holding me to him. I hold him in return, so happy and a whole lot terrified.
"Audra," he breathes into my ear.
I nod, tightening my arms around him, resting my nose in his neck.
Reality begins to seep in, and uncertainty rears its ugly head.
What happens now?
"Audra," he whispers again.
"Hmm," I ask, running my fingertips over his body, learning the definition of his muscles, the texture of his skin, the warmth of him. Time stretches and I wonder if he's going to ever say what he was going to. I try not to think. Just feel.
He lifts up, meeting my gaze, serious as I've ever seen him.
"You're mine," he says finally.
"Thank God," I breathe.
We both smirk then laugh.
"Pizza? Then go again?" he asks.
"Mmm," I purr when he presses his lips against mine. "Perfect."
"Yes." He kisses the tip of my nose. "You are."
Yep. If I hadn't been before, I would be now… totally, completely, head over heels for Derrick Pierce.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Derrick
I've never experienced anything like that. I washed up in the bathroom quickly so Audra could take her time.
I've ordered the pizza and breadsticks per Audra's insistence—garlic or not, she's eating breadsticks. The woman makes me laugh. She makes me smile. She keeps me on my toes. She fucking makes me happy.
I'm pretty sure this is what love feels like. I've never felt it before. Not even when I dated Gabby Hayes in eleventh grade for four months. I guess that's why it was so easy to dump her when another girl showed interest.
I don't think I could ever dump Audra. After what we just experienced together, I think she owns a piece of me. Hell, she probably did before that. I'm just too ignorant to love to know.
"Wine, beer, or something else?" I call out.
"Beer!" she answers.
"My kinda gal," I mutter beneath my breath. As if I didn't know that before. I grab two out of the fridge and take the caps off the glass bottles. I take a swig as I look out the glass windows in the kitchen and take in the garden. The service is doing a damn good job out there.
My mind drifts to Audra and how she writhed beneath me, breathed out my name like a prayer. How her back arched, her full breasts pressed against my chest, exposing her throat for me to kiss, suck, and bite. She likes the biting.
Shit. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
"Patience, man. It's about more than that," I try to remind my dick, but he isn't listening. He found paradise and he wants to live there twenty-four/seven.
I never knew sex could feel like that. It was like a full-body experience—including my mind and my heart, not just my dick.
I hear her feet as she pads her way into the kitchen. I turn and smile.
"You not only look good in my bed, you look damn good in my shirt."
