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The shock of contact with her whole body made her gasp. He was scorching hot. It was overwhelming. The buzz of intense awareness felt both brand-new and incredibly familiar, like she’d known him since eternity. Their connection was timeless, inevitable, in thrall to that kiss. Tongues dancing, arms clasping, legs twining. Struggling to get closer.
She didn’t know what was up, what was down. He was her center of gravity, the only one that mattered. At some point, based on the fact that she was somewhat breathless, she realized that she was underneath, pinned by his solid weight. Her legs twined around his, pulling him closer. The heat of his erection throbbed against her belly.
“You ready?” he asked.
It was hard to respond, with her throat so soft and hot, her lips shaking. She nodded, pulling him closer. Insistently.
His grin flashed briefly in the dimness as he shifted on top of her, positioning himself as she arched and opened, stretching luxuriously.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured, parting her tender inner folds as he moved himself against her with small, teasing strokes.
She couldn’t form words anymore, not in this state. She was stuck with nonverbal communication. She dug her nails into his chest and let out a low, breathless moan as he pushed himself slowly inside her exquisitely sensitized body. He filled her completely.
She could hardly move, but she was softer and slicker and hotter than she’d ever imagined being. They started slow, just rocking together, tiny surges, but soon it was just like all the other times he’d touched her. She felt possessed, out of control, writhing, making wild, demanding sounds, nails digging into his back. Demanding everything.
And he gave it to her. Deep, rhythmic thrusts that drove her wild, caressing all the new tender sweet spots that had suddenly come into being just for him. Every stroke was marvelous, perfect, poignant. She didn’t want it to ever stop, but already the charge was building, bigger than ever before.
She had no idea what was on the other side of something so huge, just that it was unprecedented. She could burn to ash, disappear. But it didn’t matter. There was no question of choice. She just let that wild power have its way. Like tumbling off a cliff.
And discovering, to her astonishment, that she could fly.
Drew lifted up onto his elbows, easing slowly and reluctantly out of her clinging depths. So hot and sweet. He hoped he’d read her cues right in his own frenzy, desperate for the next thrust before he finished the one he was doing. She was small and tight and perfect, and he hadn’t kept it slow. The whole thing had gotten away from him.
He stretched out next to her, touching her body along its entire length, everywhere he could. Stroking her back and waiting. Holding his breath for the verdict.
He didn’t have to wait long. Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, dazed and dilated. The smile she gave him was glowing. “Hey, you.”
He pulled her hand up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “You good?”
“Great,” she said. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”
“What?” He was cautiously hopeful. “Meaning...?”
“Feeling like that. Coming like that. It was... I never felt anything like it.”
The tension inside him relented. “Ah. Okay. Good, then.”
Her eyes went wide. “Wait,” she said, rolling up to prop her head on her hand. “Were you actually worried?”
“Just wanted it to be perfect for you,” he said, kissing her hand again.
“Perfect is the wrong word,” she told him. “Perfect is careful and nervous and controlled. It wasn’t like that. It was wild. Magic. But you know that. You were there.”
He was grinning now, helplessly. “Still am. Not going anywhere.”
He kissed her, and in a heartbeat, he was stone-hard again, as needy and aching as he was before.
Too soon. He had to hang back. Take it easy.
He rolled onto his belly, and tried to content himself by stroking her warm, lithe body under the covers. Studying the beautiful planes and curves and hollows of her face and throat in the shadowy dimness. So spectacularly pretty. So unique.
“I just don’t get it,” he said, almost to himself.
“What’s that?”
“Your ex. I don’t get how he could look at anyone else when he had you.”
She snorted. “He didn’t see me. He just expected to be the smack-dab center of my attention at all times. My job was to constantly make him feel a certain way about himself, and I couldn’t keep up with it. It was exhausting.”
