Page 74 of Expose Me

He broke the kiss, his hands in my hair, his breath mingling with mine.

“Sky, you’re still healing,” he protested.

“I’m OK,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”

He was about to protest again, probably demand I go back to bed, but I raised myself slightly and notched his length at my entrance, and his words died in his throat.

We both sighed, holding on to each other as I sank down. I felt full and safe and loved.

Every time Zey and I had fucked during our brief stay with Abraxos, it had been beyond spectacular. I knew now that I’d already been growing feelings for him, but at the time it had been more about the physicality of it—chasing pleasure and distraction.

As we started to move in that bath, our bodies rolling in rhythm, our foreheads touching, I knew this was different. It was raw and sensual. We were connecting not just as bodies seeking pleasure, but as souls seeking connection, hearts beating as one.

We weremaking love.

I’d always scoffed at the expression in the past, but there was no better way to say it. I loved him. He loved me. And I’d never felt so at home in another person’s embrace.

We panted and moaned as we made love, the weird water barely splashing around us. It felt more like it was moving with us, supporting and flowing around our bodies as we came together.

There was no talking, no dirty words whispered or curses yelled in ecstasy. It was pure instinct, this joining. We were in such perfect synchronicity, anticipating each other’s movements, holding eye contact the entire time.

We chased our pleasure and drew out one another’s in equal measure. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, the way Zey’s expression filled with wonder and pure ecstasy, while I felt my own coursing through every cell in my body.

Wave after wave of the most perfect, satisfying, transcendent orgasm of my life washed through me.

When it ended, we held each other as our breathing evened out. Then Zey lifted me out of the water, dried us both off, and carried me to the bed. He crawled in with me and fell asleep before I did. He must’ve been exhausted.

I knew he didn’t need more than a couple of hours of sleep at a time, but he’d been awake for several days, and it was clearly catching up to him.

Full, clean, and sated, I snuggled a little further into him and let myself drift off too.

I woke up alone, stretching, my hands reaching for him but only finding soft sheets.

Blinking my eyes open, I sat up slowly, looking around the room for him.

Shouting drew my attention to the door. Was that what had woken me?

“... when I say you can!” Zey yelled, but I’d missed the start of what he said.

Another voice spoke, but I couldn’t make out the words. Then they started talking over each other, the volume rising. I recognized that voice!

Grinning, I scrambled off the bed and ran for the door. Halfway there, I realized I was stark naked and rushed back to slip on a robe I found at the end of the bed, then ran to the door and opened it.

There were several people hovering around, most of them Vuulectians, but I only knew Zey—in his original, faceless form—and my best friend.

“Lowell!” I threw myself at the big bear shifter, and he picked me clean off the ground in a tight hug.

“Hey, girl.” He chuckled, but I didn’t miss the edge of relief to his tone.

“She seems perfectly alright and very awake to me.” Lowell glared at Zey as he set me down. I turned just in time to see Zey finish shifting into his human, male form.

“I am only trying to make sure she is safely recovering,” Zey said, his tone conciliatory, but unapologetic.

Lowell rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, so you keep saying.”

“Zey.” I took his hand in mine and waited until he stopped glaring at my friend and looked at me. “I’m OK. I promise. I feel so much better already. And you don’t have to do that, you know.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Do what?”