His fingers moved slowly to my nipples as he gently started to play with them while his mouth moved south to my other breast. I gasped as he took me in his mouth, his tongue gently rolling over my nipple.
“Giles,” I moaned as my hands tangled in his hair, desperate for more.
His mouth went to my other breast as I grinded against him, desperate to shed the rest of our layers.
His mouth covered mine, suppressing another moan as he cupped my ass between his hands and lifted me off the table. I straddled him and kissed him deeply as he walked us over to the bed, where he turned around and fell back onto it, letting me fall on top of him before he rolled us over, pinning me against the sheets.
“Are you sure?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed as I fumbled with the button on his jeans. He took over and had them off in seconds before pulling down my own sweatpants in one fluid motion.
His hand brushed the inside of my thigh, and my legs fell open for him, needing to feel his touch. He slowly rubbed his fingers against me before slipping one inside. I gasped and raised my hips, desperate for more. He slid another one inside me before moving them slowly, in and out while rubbing his thumb in circles over the exact spot my body was begging to be touched.
“Giles,” I panted, my voice thick with desire. “Please.”
He moaned against my neck and released me. The area his hand left was pulsing for more. He fiddled with the pocket of his jeans for a moment before disposing of a foil wrapper on the ground.
“You sure?” he asked, again.
“Giles, please. I need you inside me now,” I whimpered, desperate for release.
His mouth covered mine again as he slowly slid inside me.
I gasped at the overwhelming feeling and dug my fingers into his back.
He moved expertly inside me and with one hand, resumed playing with my nipples as he rocked back and forth on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, willing him to go deeper. The pressure was building inside me as I kissed him hungrily.
“Fuck Mattie, you feel amazing.”
I thrust my hips up to increase the intensity. I was right on the edge. Finally, with one deep thrust, I moaned his name as I finally came undone.
ChapterTwenty
Waking up,I yawned deeply and stretched my arms above my head. Squinting my eyes, I saw that daylight was already creeping in through the blinds.
My body was sore and satisfied, a feeling I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. A smile played on my lips as I opened my eyes and turned over. I expected to find a still shirtless Giles. Instead, the bed was empty, and I jolted up, scanning my surroundings.
Getting up, I threw on an oversized hoodie and checked the bathroom—the only room I couldn’t see from the bed—but he was nowhere to be found. The only sign he was here, and that I hadn’t fantasized the entire thing, was the bag of food he had brought over that now lay on the floor after our escapades on the table last night.
“Shit,” I groaned. Here I was sleeping soundly, dreaming about waking up for part two. Meanwhile, he was probably already regretting what we did.
My phone caught my eye in the kitchen. I walked over to retrieve it, desperate to text Frankie about this turn of events. There was a yellow Post-it note stuck to my screen.
Keep this turned on, please.
I smiled. Maybe he didn’t regret it.
While I waited for my phone to power on, I made a pot of coffee. Dings started sounding, and I eagerly snatched up my phone to read my missed messages.
Giles: Are you okay? Pretty much the whole town has lost power.
Giles: Mattie? Hello?
Giles: Answer your phone!!
While I felt bad that I hadn’t seen these, a part of me felt pleased he was concerned. My face fell at the last unread text.
Bev: Hey Mattie, the lodge lost power, but we’ve got a generator backup. No worries over here. I’m going to send Giles to check on you since I don’t think I left any emergency supplies at that apartment.
