Page 67 of Good Directions

Yes, please…

“What’s gonna do it for you, Sawyer? Maybe some of this?”

He slides a finger inside me, followed quickly by a second one. I gasp, the sudden full feeling overwhelming at first, but then he starts to move them. It’s a new sensation, amped up even more when his mouth returns to my clit. Soon enough I’m soaring again, that building becoming stronger and stronger. Every nerve ending I have is on fire.

All I need is something to push me over the edge.

That’s when Anton finds my secret spot.

As if he were given a hidden treasure map with X marks the spot, all it took was a single tap from his finger and I’m gone. Soaring off into space. I scream, grabbing onto the back of his head, stars flashing in my eyes. Wave after wave of the most intense feelings ever course through me.

I crash back down, hands unfurling from Anton’s hair, chest heaving. I don’t dare open my eyes, afraid that the tears that I know are hovering behind my eyelids will spill out.

Because one thing is without a doubt for certain after that—I will never be the same. Physically or emotionally.

Oh, shit.

I have no idea how long I lie there before Anton climbs up my body, pulling me into his and holding me. Or how long we stay like that, curled up in each other, my head on his chest, eyes plastered shut, still too afraid to open them.

“Are you planning on opening your eyes any time soon? Or are we just going to spend the rest of the night pretending you’re asleep?” Anton asks.

Shit, he noticed. Actually, he’s giving me too much credit. It hadn’t occurred to me to pretend to be asleep.

Okay, time to woman up.

Opening my eyes, I look up at him. Sure enough, a tear escapes, sliding down my cheek. He swipes it away with his thumb, the one side of his smile quirking upward.

“It was that bad?”

I shove him, earning me a deep laugh as he draws me in closer. “You know it wasn’t.”

“And we’re just getting started.”