Page 86 of Nothing to Tell

Stalling?Oh, no, that wasn’t right.

Shaking her head, her nails dug deep into him.“No,” she murmured.“White Knight, don’t dare stop.”

Doing as told, he kissed her again and continued to ease in.Ah, she couldn’t help herself, her whole body moved, arching and writhing, wringing a moan from her deepest depths.His tormenting mouth kissed wherever it could reach.She couldn’t let him get away with that and tossed her own head forward to land her mouth on his throat.With a growl of approval, he surrendered all restraint and plunged into her pliant body.

Engulfed in the surging torrent of desire and emotion, his generous girth stretched her in a painful pleasure.Oh, she had to be calm, hold on, breathe.All sense flew away when he drew out and thrust in again.Moving with him, all she could do was surrender and let this heaven happen.

His strength was impressive, he kept her pinned, piercing into her with every new breath, building the pressure of desire and gratification behind a dam eager to crack.In a single blast, her scream of climax clamped her around him, once, twice, squeezing and pulling him deeper, begging him to remain within her always.

A dark rumble blackened his throat.He didn’t relax, he didn’t give her up, not yet.With each advance, she got louder, until emotion clashed with the physical and she cried out again.Bastian echoed her plea and with another thrust, froze within her, spilling his seed deep.

Neither said a word.

His forearm hooked under her, he supported her while they both fought to breathe in a normal rhythm.Nope, wasn’t possible.It just wasn’t.He leaned back and looked into her eyes.What was that?What was looking back at her?Something different.Something inside him wasn’t the same.She didn’t know what it was.She didn’t even know if it was a good change or a bad one.

“You’re incredible in bed,” he said with a twitch of a smile.

Her whole body sagged in relief and amusement.“We’re not in bed,” she said, freeing a grin and nudging his shoulder.

He took half a step to the side and fell forward, landing them on the mattress.

“Now we are, and you’re still incredible,” he said, bracing himself over her on his elbows.“Let’s see what else you can do.”

Only with him could she go from being in tears ready to flee to laying in bed laughing.Then again, what were friends for?

THIRTY-ONE

THE NEXT MORNING she was getting dressed when Bastian came out of the bathroom fastening his watch.

“We can spend the day here,” he said, coming up behind her to scoop her hair from her neck to taste her still sensitive flesh.

Excitement and arousal zipped and zapped.As it had all night.

“We’re in your mother’s house.”

“Do you have a thing for the kitchen?”he asked, sneaking his hands up her sweater to cup her breasts.

“The kitchen?”she asked, hitching her head his way.“Where did that—”

“We can’t do it in the kitchen here because there are people around,” he said.“We can do it in the kitchen at home.”

She laughed.This smart, respectable gentleman was horny as a teenager.God, he made her feel good.

“No, we can’t,” she said, trying to push his hands out of her top.As he fought to keep playing, she laughed.“I don’t have a thing for kitchens.I don’t have a thing for anywhere.Until last night I’d never done it outside of a bed.”

“Really?”he asked.“Now you’ve got the bedpost, the floor, and the shower checked off your list.There are plenty of other places to acquaint you with.”

It was nice to be bathed in the morning afterglow.These feelings were new.Invincible.Worshiped.Bastian gave her so much.

“Oh, how generous,” she said.“It’s already ten a.m.I’ve never slept so long in my life.”

“We didn’t do much sleeping to be fair.”

“Bastian,” she whimpered.

“Okay.Okay,” he said, concluding playtime with her breasts.“I don’t want to go downstairs, I might see that bastard from last night.”

She sighed.“Bastian, it wasn’t his fault.Technically, it was yours for granting him entry when we weren’t in the same room.”