I wasn’t sure if she meant here in this bed, or that generosity that infused her entire being. I had a feeling it was both.
I deserved neither.
But I wasn’t strong enough to walk away.
At least for now.
She hooked the ankle of her other leg around my hip, drawing me down on her. “Inside me. Show me how much you want me.”
I did.
It was too fast. Too overwhelming what this woman did to me, but I drove into her and let her be my shelter.
Let her golden color wrap around me in every way possible.
I tried to keep it slow and easy, but she met every stroke. Arching under me, wrapping around me until I couldn’t find an end.
There was just her undulating hips taking me. The powerful slap of our skin and the sweat that broke out along my back as I powered into her again and again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, my back, my ass as she demanded more.
And I gave it.
I didn’t have a choice.
We were locked in the gray.
The foggy otherworld where pleasure danced with denial.
One arm locked around my shoulder, her mouth against my neck. “Atticus. More.”
I pulled out of her and she cried out. I flipped her on to her belly, my hand under her for the friction she needed and slammed into her again. Our fingers laced as I pinned her down.
She pushed back on me, just as hungry as I was.
I nailed her into the mattress. My muscles burning with it but when she cried out my name, the fog cleared.
The prism of colors in the room from the glass and the riot of pleasure drop kicked me into a free fall.
I gripped her hips and came so hard the room fuzzed and sparkled.
When it cleared, it was her, looking over her shoulder at me.
I covered her, then covered her mouth.
Holding on to the light inside of her.
SEVENTEEN
Phoebe
Didthe earth actually open up and swallow us?
I wasn’t sure.
All I know is that my world had been thoroughly rocked in the very best way possible.
Good enough that I didn’t mind the weight of him or the warm comfort of him wrapped around me. I toyed with our linked fingers as he kissed my shoulder.
