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We stay like that for what could only be a second or an hour, I don’t know. All I know is if he doesn’t start moving, I might lose it.
“Leighton, your pussy is so damn tight.” He circles his hips, and I bite down on my lip.
Stars burst behind my closed eyes. I’m so full, almost uncomfortable, but every nerve ending inside sparks.
“You feel so good.” With words of praise, he strokes in and out of me.
I lift my hips to match his pace before picking up the tempo in an attempt to urge him on. To go faster. The sounds he makes nearly undo me as he thrusts faster and deeper into me.
The sensation, already overwhelming and verging on too much, makes me beg. The single word “please” cascades from my lips like a chant.
“Please what?” Tom sucks on my bottom lip, fingers tightening around the base of my neck.
“I…too good. Oh.” Until now, I’ve never fully admitted to myself how much I’ve wanted him.
His fingers circle my clit, and that’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge. Tom exhales a shaky breath, curses, and throws his head back and comes with me. His hand at my neck slides around to my nape and pulls me toward his chest.
He kisses me as we shake, pant, and come down. That was unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Until now, I’ve liked sex but not like this. I’ve never wanted to go again right away. And this isn’t about sex. This is about Tom.
“You good?” His fingers squeeze the back of my neck as he slowly pulls out of me.
“Mm-hmm.” I smile at the way his fingers trail over parts of my body as he climbs off me.
Like little aftershocks, his touch makes me feel so good. So right. Tom nears the edge of the bed, and before standing, he pauses to stare at me. The air around us shifts and stills. His ocean eyes wander my face, not quite searching but more memorizing me.
Or is it something more?
I’ve never had sex like that before. Never felt like this afterward.
And I’m speechless by the deferential way he looks at me.
No man has ever looked at me like this before.
18
LEIGHTON
The drive-thru server hands Tom two large paper cups. “Two hot chocolates. Have a nice day.”
He returns the sentiment, places the cups in the holder between us, and drives away.
“Brrr.” I snatch the beverage closest to me and shiver at the welcomed warmth seeping into my freezing hands. “Yes.”
He watches as I take my first sip and smile. The hot liquid slides down my throat, somewhat thawing the block of ice that once was my blood.
“Better?” He turns onto the highway. “I can’t believe you’re still cold. We left the peak hours ago.”
“Yes.” My cheek nuzzles into the side of the cup, needing more of the heat. “I’m still cold and this is perfect.”
We left Vail early this morning at a little past six on our way to Lincoln, Nebraska. Waking up in bed together was surreal and left me feeling all kinds of awkward. But Tom being Tom, he was his same easygoing self, and that made it easier for me to stop fretting over what we did. Or more to the point, I don’t regret it. I only hope he can’t tell that I keep replaying in my head the best sex of my life.
It doesn’t help being stuck in a car with him all day—the drive is over eight hours without stops. Tom is everywhere, and every move he makes, even breathing, sends me hurtling back to last night. His hands, his mouth, his tongue. Gah, I need to forget about last night.
Fortunately, I’ve had a great distraction this morning. As soon as we left, Tom mentioned we would be driving by Mount Blue Sky, a high-altitude peak in the Rocky Mountains, and he asked if I wanted to check it out. The road up to the peak opened at eight in the morning, and if we left early, we could squeeze in the stop.
I wasn’t thrilled with adding more time to the nearly six hundred-mile drive ahead of us, but the idea of experiencing something new with Tom made it easy to say yes. Also, he seemed excited to go, and that too had me agreeing to the slight detour.
“This is good hot chocolate.” He glances at me while placing his cup back in the holder. “What did you like best about Mount Blue Sky?”
