Page 64 of Secret Paths

Her mouth opens beneath mine and her hand comes up to my jaw.

The same gesture from downstairs.

For some reason, that gets me.

I turn my face and press my lips to the inside of her wrist.

Mandy stills.

I lift my head.

“All right?”

“Yes.”

She sounds surprised by it.

I kiss her wrist again.

Then her palm.

When I look back at her, something in her face is softer.

Neither of us mentions it.

I start moving again.

The rhythm stays unhurried, but there is more force behind it now. Mandy meets me, her hips rising against mine.

She wraps one arm around my shoulders.

Closer.

That is what she wants.

So I give it to her.

Her body presses fully against mine every time I thrust into her.

The room is quiet apart from our breathing and the soft creak of the bed.

“You feel…”

I stop.

Mandy’s eyes open.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That was clearly something.”

I press my forehead to hers.

“You feel very fucking good.”

Her mouth curves.