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Huck’s huge hand spread across my back, and he pulled me down to him, fusing his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled as I continued to ride him. Our bodies moved together, thrusting and grinding and connecting at every possible angle.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Are you okay?” Dirty words mixed with sweetness sent me higher and higher as I rode him until I could feel my core tightening around him.
Huck’s breaths became scattered and rough. “Hell yeah, baby. Are you going to come for me again?”
I couldn’t respond. I was lost in him.
His hips thrust harder, and the intensity of the moment sent me careening over the edge as he pumped up into me. He moaned my name and held me tightly against him while he came. My inner muscles spasmed against him as we floated down from the high.
I lay across him, feeling his heartbeat hammer into me, already feeling the delicious soreness of being stretched and used up.
I smiled to myself. I’ll be lucky if I can walk right in a week.
Huck’s fingertips moved up my spine, tracing soothing designs across my back as we both steadied our breathing. When I shifted, Huck slid out of bed to take care of the condom, and I used the moment of privacy to snuggle deeper into his bed and enjoy being surrounded by his clean, masculine smell.
I looked around his room. His bed had been unmade, but the rest of the space was clean. Tidy. Decidedly masculine. Sparse furniture and not a decorative pillow in sight. The walls were a muted gray, and the two large windows were covered with simple white plantation-style blinds.
I wondered if he’d been in the military, given how simple and orderly everything was. The realization of how little I actually knew about Huck hit me square in the chest.
My bra and panties were in a heap on the floor next to his jeans. I gathered a sheet off the floor and bundled it around me. A sudden wave of unease rolled through me. I didn’t know if I was supposed to start getting dressed and leave, or if Huck had wanted me to stay. It was pitch black behind his bedroom windows. I’d somehow lost all sense of the hour.
The only other time I’d had a one-night stand was a regretful choice after a few too many drinks downtown. Thinking about it made my throat feel thick and uncomfortable. The sex had been lackluster, and we’d parted quickly, not even bothering to exchange phone numbers. It certainly hadn’t been as intense or erotically intimate as the last few hours with Huck. He was different. With him it felt different.
Was it the same for him?
The thought of Huck awkwardly saying goodbye and then never seeing me again had my stomach dropping. He lived in a tourist town where hooking up with someone passing through was likely a common occurrence. Though it pinched my heart to think about, I was likely one in a long string of no-commitment hookups.
I didn’t want the awkward goodbye or the pity glance when he realized I hoped for something more. Tossing the sheet aside, I bent to gather my underwear.
“Where are you running off to?” Huck’s baritone made goose bumps rise on my skin.
I looked up, and he leaned against the doorframe, naked and masculine. A furrow deepened across his brow as he watched me clasp my bra and shimmy into my panties.
“I’m not running,” I lied. “But I should probably get going. I’ve got a deadline. It’s late.”
Some curious emotion flickered over Huck’s features, but it was gone before I could decipher it. The muscles in his jaw worked, and he only nodded.
I had taken one step forward, feeling slightly defeated but determined to at least offer my phone number, when he straightened and blocked my path. “I’d like you to stay.”
My heart beat wildly.
YES!
My mind screamed as I imagined jumping up and down and clapping like a loon. Instead, my smile widened. “I’d like that too.”
Morning came early, slices of warm Michigan sunlight streaming through the edge of the blinds. Huck and I had spent hours wrapped in each other. For brief moments we’d dozed off, but it had been only a matter of time before one of us was reaching for the other.
Insatiable.
Incredible.
I was sore in the best ways. My body rioted against the lack of sleep, and my eyes were dry and sandy. I wiggled my toes and stretched a leg.
Huck’s massive arm wound around my waist, pulling me tight against him as he nuzzled my neck.
“No. Not yet.”
I rubbed his forearm, enjoying his warmth as it seeped into my skin. We hadn’t talked about what would come next, but whether we liked it or not, morning had arrived. It was time for me to leave Outtatowner and return to my life in Chicago.
