He pressed his lips to hers, his fingers swirling her into a dizzy bliss. “Tell me how you feel about me,” he whispered.
Wren closed her eyes and panted, but she shook her head.
“Yes,” he countered, slipping his fingers into her heat and setting her heart at a galloping pace. “It’s only fair. You know how I feel… Tell me.”
“I can’t…” But even as she whimpered, her grip was slipping. The truth wanted to launch itself from her lips. She’d never felt anything like this, and it scared the hell out of her.
Lee moved down her body, and the next thing she knew, he’d spread her legs wide.
“Tell me.”
“Lee…” she begged. “…I feel too much.”
His mouth was on her in the next second, and the room started spinning. His satisfied moan nearly sent her over the edge. She was going to come. Around his fingers and against his tongue. There was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Enough,” she said, pushing his head away and fighting for control.
Lee grabbed her wrists and anchored them to the mattress. “More,” he growled before taking her again.
Lost to the sensation, Wren bucked against him, and the hands that held her shifted. His palms met hers, and their fingers entwined. It was a tender gesture, a loving gesture, and it nearly shattered her.
“Lee, please,” she cried, giving up. “I want you inside me when I come.”
The speed at which he moved almost scared her. Lee was above her again, and, somehow, he’d produced a condom that he deftly tore open.
“All you had to do was ask,” he said, panting. He settled between her legs, but then his eyes locked with hers, and he stilled. “Promise me you won’t look away.”
Wren reached up and buried her fingers in his hair. “What if I can’t?”
Lee pressed himself against her. “Promise me you’ll try."
She looked into his eyes. Their color was the midnight sky. An endless blue. She could fall all the way in. “I promise I’ll try.”
And then, in one push, he was inside her. The exquisite force of him made her run her hands from his hair down to his back so she could hold on for dear life.
“Oh, God, Lee,” she heard herself say.
His beautiful face swam above her, and she wanted to shut her eyes and hide from him. But then he started to move, and the look in his eyes changed.
And Wren forgot all about herself.
She found herself looking at a man who clearly had discovered the secrets of the universe. A look made of awe and wonder and rapture claimed his whole face. And Wren realized she wasn’t surprised at all, because if anyone on earth deserved to be filled with an infinite joy, it was Lee Hawthorne.
“I’m so lucky to be with you,” she said, drawing a hand up and laying it on his cheek. “You’re so alive.”
Lee breathed a jagged breath. “Wren.”
At the sound of her name on his lips, understanding dawned. The ardent look he wore wasn’t because he knew the secrets of life. It was for her.
“Lee.” She looked into that midnight blue and started to fall.
He reached up and caught both her hands again, drawing them above her head as he drove deeper. Wren wrapped her legs around his hips, matching him drive for drive. At this, Lee gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his neck stood out.
Falling became plummeting. Her entire body was racing toward an event horizon that promised to swallow her whole. And when it did — when she crested again and again — Wren never took her eyes off his.
And Lee never blinked. He shook the bed with his thrusts, and he filled the room with her name, but he held her gaze without fail. He came watching her face, and it was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
He kissed her as their bodies slowed. A deep kiss. One that vowed to return them to this place. One that claimed it as theirs.
