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When I come back out, he is lying on his back, hands tucked behind his head, with the covers pulled down just below his navel. God he’s sinful. I snap a mental picture of the way he looks right now. I want to lock it away, so I can pull it up on nights when I’m alone.
His tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip as he watches me crawl back into bed, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Are you cold?” he asks, holding the comforter up so I can climb underneath.
No, the shiver was courtesy of my memories of your tongue.
I steal a glimpse of his gloriously naked body as I slide in beside him. Without waiting for me to answer, he leans over and grabs a remote from his nightstand. With the press of a button, the electric fireplace on the wall lights up.
“Impressive.” I’m talking more about his body than the fireplace.
I lie on my stomach with my arms wrapped comfortably around the fluffy pillow beneath my head. I catch myself staring at him, at the way the moonlight dances off his skin, the small reflections of light bouncing off his eyes. There couldn’t be a more perfect word to describe this man. Everything about him is impressive, from his looks and his demeanor, to his home, all the way down to his anatomy. How did I ever end up here? In the arms of physical perfection, feeling monumentally safe and completely desired. Of all the women that wait for him at the bar, why me?
“Makenna? Where are you?” His smooth voice resonates through the room, jerking me out of my moment of self-doubt.
“What do you mean? I’m right here.”
“Make sure you stay here. With me.” His fingertips move from my back and slip between my thighs from behind.
A quiet, satisfied moan escapes my lips and I lift my hips to allow him better access. The bed dips as he lifts himself up and positions his body on top of mine. He nudges my legs apart with his knee and slides inside me from behind. He’s so big. Instinct moves my body forward. He places one hand on my spine between my shoulder blades and another on my hipbone, holding me in place to keep me from running from him. He gently guides himself back out, then in again. He lifts my hips off the bed, scaling his other hand slowly up my back, finally resting on top of one shoulder. The hand on my hip holds me steady while the hand on my shoulder pulls my body against his. With slow, steady strokes, deliberate and smooth, he fills me, finding the perfect spot and hitting it again and again. My breath is heavy, and the pressure is building quickly in my core. I bury my face in the pillow, but his hand locks into my hair, forceful and tight, pulling my head back as I cry out into the room. His hard body falls against mine. He pulses and throbs inside me and his loud hiss through clenched teeth echoes in my ear. He stays like that, his chest on my back, until short, heavy breaths become rhythmic and steady. He lets out a loud grunt. Then I feel his teeth against the back of my shoulder in a playful bite as he slides out of me and rolls onto his back.
“I could get lost in you,” he says so quietly, I’m not even sure if it was meant for me to hear. “When I’m inside you, everything else disappears. The whole fucking world,” he adds, sounding amazed at his own words.
“Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?”
He chuckles then kisses my forehead. “For normal people, I suppose.”
Does he not consider himself normal? Sure, he’s abnormally good looking, and completely unapproachable, a bit intimidating, and on a higher tax bracket than most of us, but other than that… he’s just a man, right?
