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“Transcendent,” she answers.
“Yeah, that’s it. Transcendent. Perfect. Incomparable.” Being with her is unlike anything else in the world. I love her. I’ve always fucking loved her.
She pushes on my shoulders until I’m flat on the bed, and she takes control of our love making. With her hands on her breasts, she moves her hips, and I swear to God, it’s the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She rocks her gorgeous hips, and with her pussy spread wide, I put my finger on her swollen clit as my cock disappears inside her, only to reappear each time she goes up on her knees.
My thumb swirls her clit, and she moans, and I love how she reacts to my touch. I want to touch her like this every day, and give her pleasure beyond comparison. “Em,” I whisper, needing her name on my tongue. “God, Em, you are beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
She moves faster, a new kind of confidence and determination settles about her as she rides me with wild abandon. I love watching her let go, giving herself over to me and the pleasure my cock brings.
I grip her hips and help lift her, wanting to take the pressure off her legs, and she gyrates as I take over, controlling the depth and rhythm. A little gasp catches in her throat and her lust-imbued gaze races to mine.
“Josh…”
Her words fall off, but I get it. There is so much more going on between us, more than just sex and pleasure.
“I know,” I tell her. “I know, Em.”
She nods, and I power into her, and her mouth opens and closes as her hot muscles clench around my pistoning cock, gripping and massaging, tormenting all my self-control. A second later, her hot cum pours over my cock, searing me from the inside out, and teasing my arousal to completion.
“Babe,” I cry out, and hold her down as I spill my seed high inside her.
“I feel you, Josh.” Her muscles milk my release as I come and come some more, until I’m drained and have no idea which way is up or down, or even what my name is.
“Em,” I groan as she falls over me, her hard nipples scoring my chest as they scrape against my pounding heart, as it swells with all the love I have for her. I roll, taking her with me, until her body is beneath mine. I kiss her, my cock still deep inside as our tongues lazily tangle. I’m in no hurry to pull out or for this night to end, even though I need to get back to my room and get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s series playoffs game. We’re expected at the stadium pretty early.
Her fingers trail over my back and I shiver. “Are you cold?” she teases.
I laugh. “Are you warm?”
“If I said I wasn’t, can we do that again?”
I brush her hair from her face, and shift to the side, until my cock slips from her body, and we both groan at the teasing friction. “Yes, we can definitely do that again.”
“What time do you have to be back in your room?”
I glance at the clock. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I want you at the top of your game tomorrow,” she tells me as her gaze goes back to the bumblebee. A small smile touches her mouth and my heart wobbles in my chest as she reaches out and lightly traces it, knowing what she means to me, and it’s easy to tell how touched she is at the reason behind the tattoo.
I roll back on top of her, my cock getting ready for round two. “The only thing I’m interested in being on top of right now is you.”
6
Ember
I roll over in my big comfy bed, and as memories from last night invade my tired brain and satiated body, my hand snakes across the sheets to find the other side cold and empty. Disappointment tightens in my chest. Did Josh get up in the middle of the night and go back to his room? He probably did and while I know he’s here to win the series playoffs, and rightfully needs his sleep, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss him.
A strange rustling noise from across my room reaches my ears but doesn’t really register for a moment. I roll back over so I can relive every glorious moment with Josh. My body tingles in all the right places and everything in his touch last night, the way he looked at me and talked to me, spoke of a future together.
When that strange noise grows louder, reminding me of papers rustling, I open my eyes and go up on my elbows. My heart jumps into my throat the second I see Josh sitting at the desk, two take-out cups of coffee in a corrugated cardboard tray beside him as he flips through the printed pages of my current manuscript. Ohmigod, he’s reading my novel. I try to speak, to say something, but my words get lodged in my throat. I sit up a little straighter and take in his posture. His back muscles are tight, and I can’t even imagine what is going through his head as he reads parts of…our story.
I sit all the way up and the bed squeaks. Obviously aware that I’m now awake, his head lifts and his shoulders are practically at his ears as he remains still, like he can’t bear to turn around and look at me, which worries the hell out of me. Does he think the entire book is about our past, and our future? In a sense, it is about our past relationship. In the manuscript, however, the heroine is out for sweet revenge.
“Josh,” I murmur tentatively and he takes in a fast breath. "It’s not what you think.” The chair wheels squeal as he slowly turns my way and the pain and sadness in his eyes rips through me. “Josh,” I hurry out quickly, and toss the blankets off to go to him.
He holds one hand up, palm out to stop me. “You’re writing a romance book?” I nod quickly. “That’s why you’re here?” His voice is laced with suspicion.
