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With hands that were surprisingly steady, he finished the job with her leggings and got right in there with his pelvis, pushing into the space she made for him. Their lips re-fused, and the slide of her tongue against his, coupled with the way she rubbed her core against the front of his jeans, made him go for his zipper.
The last thing he was going to do was come in his pants.
What a damn waste that would be.
On that note, his numb fingers performed their job admirably, and he thought about the way rarity made everything more precious. The fact that he didn’t know whether this was his last time meant that he was going to especially savor every penetration and all the sounds she made and the way she felt beneath him.
But the fact that the rest of the household was on the other side of those frickin’ doors meant he had to hurry the hell up.
Palming his arousal, he went in, and brushed her sex with the head of his cock. Up and down. She was so slick and hot—and he trembled, for all the right reasons, as he entered her. That first stroke in was always a revelation, and the feel of it went straight into his brain. After that, his body took over, his pelvis pulling back and pushing in.
Under him, Lydia was holding on, and then she shifted herself on the tabletop and wrapped her legs around him. Rocking into her, the familiar build was an exquisite anticipation, but there was going to be no release for him yet.
She came first.
Always.
THIRTY-TWO
LYDIA FELT ANorgasm coming for her and she welcomed the sensations. Daniel was deep inside of her, and his penetrations were getting faster and faster. With her legs wrapped around his lower body and her spine arching into him, he was all she knew, all she felt.
And the lights being off blurred the distinction between memory and reality.
Was this the past? Before everything had gone so tragic? Or was it the present where she was trapped by it all?
Because she didn’t know, she was free to choose—so she clung to the illusion that a reset had occurred, that the nightmare had been woken from, that her life was continuing as it had been in the spring, the future assured in the way it was for mortals… with blindness to fate making it seem like there was a long runway to live out day and nights and make plans with the one you loved.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she parted her lips and held on. “I love you…”
Something was squeaking under them, probably her butt, although the table they were on was steady enough—still, if she’d been thinking clearly, she probably would have suggested they move onto the floor. Or, better yet, do this in their bedroom.
Except she wasn’t into the thinking thing now.
Holding on to Daniel’s shoulders, she knew he was getting close. So was she—and then she toppled over the edge of the world first. As the release flooded her senses, she cried out Daniel’s name, and that seemed to be what brought him his own orgasm.
As he started to fill her up, she stilled so she could feel all of it, the pumping, his breathing in her ear, the way her body absorbed what he was giving her.
Heaven, she thought.This is my piece of heaven.
When he was finally spent, they just lay there, exchanging gentle caresses and murmurs that were quiet and loving.
“Tell me something,” she said. “How are you so good to me?”
“I’ll put that right back on you.” She felt his fingertips on her forehead, her cheek… the side of her neck. “My wolf.”
“Will you come to bed with me now? I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep, but I’ll bet we can figure out how to pass the time.” When he hesitated, she said, “Please. I need to be with you.”
“That’s all you gotta tell me.”
As he retracted from her, she closed her legs and got to her feet. “Oh, crap, it’s dark in here. I have no idea where my leggings are…”
There was the sharp sound of a zipper and then—“Wait, I think I’ve got them.”
As she felt something soft and springy get passed into her hands, she performed some contortion moves to get the Lululemon back in place—and probably put them on backwards. The sweater was easier. She just pulled it down, then moved her foot around the carpet in search of her shoes.
After they were once again ready for prime-time viewing, so to speak, Daniel walked into the void and she heard his hands tapping at the books on the shelves.
“Found the exit.”
