Page 49 of The Focal Point

Another moan met my ears as I dragged the lacy piece of clothing down and threw them away before I replaced my finger where it had been and parted her flesh for a first sweep. Bailey cried out and arched her back, pressing her crotch into my hand to take my finger in deeper.

I grinned, loving that I could make her feel that way—it was a heady feeling, but more than that, I wanted to make her feel that way, to give her the pleasure she deserved in a way she loved. I wanted to make her happy in whatever way I could.

Crooking my finger, I raked it softly across the warm, soft wall and felt her jerk and shudder. “Does that feel good?”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. As I worked, adding a second finger, her hands clutched at the blanket. I could feel it when she was close, her muscles tensing, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. I added a thumb to the mix, stroking her clit. It only took a minute more before Bailey came, her back arching and her cry echoing through the room.

Watching as she floated down from the high, I discarded the rest of my clothing and reached for a condom.

“Don’t.”

Ready to rip the packet open, I looked up to find Bailey looking over at me. “Don’t. I’m on birth control. I want to feel you in me—all of you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course.” She smiled, biting down on her lower lip, desire swirling in her eyes as her gaze raked me from head to toe and back.

She sat up, holding her arms up, and I helped her out of her gown, which I lay carefully over the back of a chair before returning to her.

Bailey laughed as I freed her breasts from her bra. “Your sister again?”

“She would never forgive me if I let that gown wrinkle on the floor.” I lowered my head to a breast and took a hardened nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the pebbled surface.

“You have no idea how sexy that is,” Bailey sighed, her head falling back and her eyes closing.

“What I’m doing with my tongue or what I did with your dress?” I asked as I laid her back.

“Both,” she laughed again, a sound that became a cry as I settled myself over her and pushed inside. I moaned myself to feel her against me, her warmth, her soft wetness, every muscle a spark against my length.

“Bailey, you’re so amazing,” I managed, lowering my mouth to hers again to take all of her in as I swiveled and dipped my hips to move in and out of her.

“So are you” came the reply against my neck before she kissed her way over my shoulder, her nails digging into my back muscles.

Our bodies moved together as Bailey writhed beneath me, taking each other in every way possible. Then she pushed at my chest, and I rolled us over so she was on top of me. An explosion of pleasure pulled a moan from deep within me as she settled between my legs, and Bailey grinned and began an intoxicating rhythm with her hips, my hands moving to cup her hips.

She was so beautiful as she sat over me, her skin glistening with sweat, her eyes closed, and pleasure moving across her face. And I realized this was the only place I wanted to be, the only woman I wanted to be with.

From the beginning, all I had wanted to do was spend more time with Bailey. Being with her was intoxicating in only the best ways, and I had been desperate to get to know her, to see her smile, hear her laugh, and simply be in her presence.

That hadn’t changed as time passed but had grown to something indescribable. The butterflies I felt whenever I was in her presence or simply talking to her on the phone told me everything.

Interest had become like, and then it had grown to love.

I loved Bailey.

The pleasure swirled higher and higher as she continued to move until she was all I could see and feel. Until the world was only the two of us and our hearts beating.

Bailey came with a cry, her back arching again, her fingers raking my chest as her head fell back. The feeling of her pulsing around me, the muscles tightening, set me off. My cry came from my core, a shout that seemed as loud as an explosion in my ears and blotted out the world for a time as my hands convulsed around her hips.

We were both gasping for breath as Bailey collapsed against my chest, and I pulled out and maneuvered her into my side after a moment. She curled up instantly, her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my bicep.

The words I wanted to say, the ones that echoed my realization, pushed to my tongue, and I took a deep breath to let them out. But another thought pushed them back down—the knowledge I had to come clean about the houses before anything.

I had to.

“Bailey?”

“Hmmm?” Her answer was almost a sleepy purr.