Page 43 of Lost Times

Considering I hadn’t even thought about it, the same could be said of him for me.

Snaking my arms up and around his neck, I laughed breathily. “Good, I want to watch that brain of yours completely shut down and lose all trains of thought.”

Shifting between my thighs, his length once again pressed against me, he snorted. “You’ll have that in just a minute.” Then he sank in, leaning over me as he buried himself halfway in one thrust. My back arched, nails digging into his shoulders as I moaned.

He took that as his go-ahead, hands tightening on my hips and pulling out until just the tip remained. His hand found mine, twining our fingers above my head as he slammed forward.

This time he slid to the base, freezing there as I hissed.

“You okay?” He asked through gritted teeth, hips shivering from holding back. In answer, I hooked my legs around him and ground hard.

He choked in time with my groan, his restraint snapping. The next thrust was hard and deep, sliding me up the bed as he let go of my hand to grip my hip instead. Yanking me into him, he buried himself, rutting with the single-mindedness of an animal.

Arching into each new thrust, I trailed a hand down to the bundle of nerves at my entrance. But just as I pressed my fingers to it though, he covered my hand with his and shook his head.

“That’s my job.” He said, gently nudging my hand to the side to give him better access. He rolled it, pressing in time with every thrust as my vision whited out and a scream reverberated around my throat.

Through the buzzing taking over my ears, I heard him. “Let it out, there’s no one here but us, and I want to hear you scream.”

I did as told when he swiveled his hips to nail something deeper, my eyes rolling back in time as I sucked in a breath and cried out. His pace picked up in response, bitten off words and noises coming from me now as he focused on that spot without mercy.

The band in my lower stomach tightened, warning of what was to come, and I twisted a hand into his hair, tugging. He must have gotten the wordless message because he kept at it, grinding down on every thrust until, with a clever flick of his fingers, I toppled over the edge.

Locking around him, I rode out the waves as slowly, sensations and sound came back. He kept it up, his face a mask of concentration as he hovered just on the edge of his own climax. Reaching between us, I cupped his base and squeezed, feeling as he stuttered to a stop and moaned.

Tiny thrusts followed as I tightened and loosened my grip in turns, watching in satisfaction as he collapsed on top of me. The weight was comforting, and I trailed a hand through his hair, enjoying the soft locks and the feel of them twinning with my fingers.

The only sound was our breathing as slowly we both recuperated. After a long beat, he dragged his face out of my shoulder and rolled us to lie on our sides. Taking care of the condom, he tugged me against him and tucked his chin against my head.

Neither of us said anything for a long minute, then I kissed his chest, tasting the lingering tang of salt. He cracked an eye open, watching me as I trailed up his throat and landed on his lips.

This kiss was different, his tongue lazily twining with mine as we soaked in the aftermath. There was no rush to end things, no worry of Jasmine walking in on something.

At this moment, we were free to take our time, and I grabbed onto it with both hands.

Savoring him, I reveled in the slow circles he drew on my back, calloused fingers making paths before working up into my hair. Tipping my head for better access, he pulled me into a deeper kiss, the rest of the world fading away.

By the time we pulled back, my head was almost spinning from lack of oxygen, and he wore that soft, heart-melting smile.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He said, and I hummed my agreement, words lost in the sea of almost euphoria rolling over us. He didn’t seem to mind, his smile staying in place as we floated in the moment.

When my eyelids started shutting against my will, he chuckled. “Get some rest, things will be busy over the next few days with Jasmine’s soccer game, and you’ll need all the sleep you can get.”

Right, the game. She’d been begging him to go when she came back from school, and he hadn’t gotten a chance to answer her.

Forcing both my eyes open, I asked gently. “Do you think you’ll be able to make it?” There was not a hint of judgment in my tone, though I couldn’t help the hope that inched in. It would mean the world to Jasmine if he showed up and while I wouldn’t guilt him by saying so, I couldn’t help but hold my breath while I waited for his response.

His smile didn’t slip and, to my surprise, he nodded. “I already called the day off and have made plans for the week before it to ensure no paperwork gets backed up.”

The hope burst outward, morphing into a bubbling happiness, and I smiled. “Jasmine is going to be ecstatic.”

He nodded, determination burning through his eyes. “That’s why I’m making a point of doing this. I want to be there for as many events as I can and there’s nothing at work that should cause a conflict. If we get another boom of clients, I’ll have them handledbeforethe game.”

I’d seen that look on him before and it meant no matter what, he was doing this, and my heart fluttered in response. Cuddling just a bit closer until my ear pressed to his chest, the soothing thump of his heartbeat further rocking me to sleep, I said.

“I’ll be here to help if you need it. You don’t have to do everything alone.”

Sleep pressed down on me, but just before everything faded, I heard his response.

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