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He grabs my dress, yanking it up over my head rapidly, because he can’t wait to see my naked body underneath. He cups my naked breasts in his hands, tweaking my nipples until my back arches with desire. Heat pools between my thighs as I throb intensely for him.
“Fuck me, Remy,” I whisper needily, passionately. “I need you. I need all of you.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. My panties are gone quicker than my dress, and he expertly whips his own clothing off as well. By the time his fingers edge my thighs apart so he can explore my wetness for himself, I can’t drag my eyes off his gorgeous, thick muscular body.
Fucking hell, I’ve fantasized how much of his body is covered in tattoos, and now I know. It’s almost all of him, which leaves my mouth dry with need. I try and feel as much as him as I can while he spears me with those delicious velvety fingers of his. He whips the air from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and breathless as he explores parts of me that no one else ever has before.
I don’t know if I should tell Remy that, but I quickly lose the ability to think rationally. I can’t tell him anything because I can’t speak. I’m a slave to the sensations careering through me.
“So wet,” he groans as I continue to beg him to give me all of him. “So tight.”
I roll my hips against him, letting him know with my body that I need more. Thank God Remy is an expert. He gets my message and sheaths himself with a condom before I can even catch my breath. The next time he crashes his lips to mine, he thrusts deep within me as well.
It’s a shocking sensation, making me squeal maybe a little too loudly for my liking, but I’m completely out of control. I don’t think Freddie will wake up to catch us anyway.
I certainly hope not because I can’t stop myself now. Not a chance. This feels like it’s been building forever, at the very least all night long.
I cling to Remy, eventually wrapping my legs around him, to drive him in deeper because it feels good. I didn’t know it would be quite like this, having sex with anyone, never mind Remy, but it’s intoxicating. I feel like I’m on the verge of unleashing a deep-seated addiction to this man. One that I might not be able to let go of however hard I try.
“Oh God,” I call out as I toss my head back in desire. “Fucking hell, Remy.”
There’s a pressure of pleasure building which is completely different to how I can make myself feel when I’m alone. Better, I think, because every time Remy thrusts deep within me, he hits all the right spots, intensifying all the sensations within me. Every single time he buries himself deep within my cavern, I feel closer to this man, I sense a bond that has been building all night long, that only me and Remy understand. It’s deep and intense, swallowing all of me.
Remy’s groans of pleasure cause me to cry out louder as well. Feeling the tension of pleasure filling him causes every cell in my body to react to him, to need more from him. Knowing thatI’mthe one making this man feel good is just so intoxicating. I can’t get enough.
My toes curl, my whole body stiffens. I cling to Remy, desperately trying to feel every inch of him as his deep and powerful thrusts send me to dizzying heights. By the time I erupt, like a volcano spilling lava of pleasure everywhere, I cry out Remy’s name, calling it over and over again like a prayer. The burning hot bliss fizzes and burns through me, shattering my whole body in an orgasm unlike anything I had ever felt in my entire life.
I tumble headfirst into the endless abyss of pleasure, never wanting this to end because it’s glorious. It’s even more perfect than I thought it would be, and I would love nothing more than to remain in this moment with him. This really iseverything. The perfect way to say goodbye to my life in New York City as I open the next chapter of my life.
Chapter 1
Zoe
Six Years Later…
Steppingofftheplanesix years after I was last in this airport feels incredibly different. The last time I was here, I was only twenty-one years old and about to start a brand-new life in England. I couldn’t wait to get to London, to work hard at the acclaimed acting academy in the big city, and to see where that would take me. I couldn’t wait to explore the other side of the world.
Now, at twenty-seven years of age, and back in New York City, I feel like a whole different person. A grown-ass woman who now knows exactly what she wants. I’m proud to be back as who I am today. I have my head up high and have a surge of confidence bursting free.
I don’t know if I’d be here without London though, because of the moderate success I had there allowing me to find myself. I know what I want now, and what I’m good at. I won’t be breaking into the American acting scene naïve and nervous. I’ll be doing so with a good head on my shoulders. Which is why I’m not going to LA, unless I absolutely have to. The acting roles in New York are grittier and more exciting to me. I love a challenge, and that’s what I’ll seek out.
I’m way more alone this time around, with my parents still happy in the English countryside, but I’m not going to be totally by myself. Luckily, Megan is looking for a roommate, and she’s also doing some acting in New York and Hollywood too. So, what could be better than that?
It might have been a long time since I saw Megan, we kinda lost touch when I went to England, but I’m just grateful that she really knows me. Another thing that I’ve discovered about myself is that I’m quite guarded when I first meet people. It takes a while for the sunshine of my personality to shine free. I won’t have that awkward moment with Megan because we have a past, and hopefully a cool future friendship ahead of us as well.
I don’t have a lot of luggage with me, because I’ve lived light in London, so I can grab a cab quickly. As it whips through the city, taking me to my new home, I watch the familiar–but also somehow new–sights as they pass me by. The city brings a smile to my face which I hope will stay with me for a long time. I struggled with my decision to come back to America, but after realizing that London didn’t have any more to offer my career, I started to feel excitement about it. I’ve missed the city, and actually I’ve missed my brother too. I only got to see him a couple of times when he could afford to take the time off work to fly to London, so I can’t wait to see him more regularly. Maybe we can even hang out like we used to and have a laugh…
Ooh, nice!
I’m impressed by the building Megan lives in. It isn’t the sort of fancy Manhattan high rise that’s shown in the movies, but I didn’t expect that. It’s basic, nearer to Williamsburg, but I love this. This apartment block will be where my new life begins.
“Zoe, you’re here!” Megan squeals as she races out of the building with her arms outstretched. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. I’ve missed you so much… where’s all your stuff? Is thatit? Oh, my goodness, we’re going to have to take you shopping.”
She doesn’t stop talking all the way up the stairs, making me laugh the whole time. Her fun-loving attitude reminds me what drew me to her in the first place. I relied on her friendship in high school, and loved keeping in touch with her even though we went to different colleges.
I’m going to have a great time here; I just know it. I feel great about my decision.
“So, here we are.” Megan spins around with her arms wide, showing off the apartment like she works in real estate. “Come and see your room. I’ve got it all nice for you. You even have a massive wardrobe which we’ll have to fill up now since you came with basically a backpack and hand luggage. I honestly don’t know how you came so far with nothing. It’s madness.”
