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An Hour Later
I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocoon that I never want to emerge from.
I’m also disoriented and my arm is killing me.
Austin snores softly against my neck, his arms snug around my middle. I feel his erection nestled in my ass crack. Good Lord, the man has stamina. Holy hell. His cock is like a homing missile. Not that I’m complaining. Well, maybe one small complaint. I haven’t slept on the floor in, well, ever. After tonight it’s memory foam beds for the rest of my life, that’s for positive.
Careful not to wake him, I turn in his arms and watch him puff little breaths of air in his sleep. A day ago, I’d never have expected to wake up nestled next to Austin Andrews in a makeshift bed of emergency blankets and ski patrol gear. Spilling my guts. Getting stranded on the top of a mountain. Passing time by fucking the guy who used to hate my guts.
Why does it feel like so much more than that?
Why does it scare the life out of me?
The air is thick with shared warmth and confessions from the night before. I run my hands along his cut chest. Hot damn. He’s beautiful. “Your body is amazing. I want to lick you from head to toe,” I rest my head against his chest and whisper.
I feel his lips press against my temple. “Being licked anywhere by you has been a spank-bank fantasy of mine for years.”
His hands roam across my skin until I’m tingly. Turned-on. I feel close to him and I definitely want to be intimate with him again, but so much uncertainty still lingers.
Gazing up into his deep, soulful brown eyes, a silent oath blooms between us. This is a safe space where we can venture deeper and unlock the hidden chambers of our pasts. Discover the events that have molded us, shaped our fears and aspirations. “I poured out my soul to you yesterday, but I don’t know much about you. How did you get to be so ambitious at such an early age?”
He hesitates, a flicker of pain crosses his eyes. “It’s…not a topic I enjoy. I’m not close to either one of my parents. I don’t exactly have a family of my own.”
“What do you mean? You lived down the street with your family.” I’m confused. Austin always seemed so pulled together.
The tremulous vulnerability in his voice tugs at my heart. “Yeah, I lived with my mom, shithead of a stepdad and their devil spawn—kidding. My biological father deserted us when I was ten. He up and left for Florida and started a new family. I haven’t talked to him in almost twenty years.”
“My parents have this picture-perfect marriage, at least to the outside world. Dad is a famous ex-hockey star. Mom is a former model. I was raised in this environment where I was expected to be flawless, to be a certain kind of perfect.” As I say the words I realize how much I long to be free from such high expectations. “I’ve always craved my own identity, separate from the glamour and the spotlight. It never felt like Miles had similar stress.”
“You had too much pressure. I didn’t have any.” Understanding blossoms in Austin’s eyes.
I stroke his eyebrow with my thumb. “My brother became your family. That’s why you were always over at our house.”
“He and I have always been simpatico. Our shared passion for technology. The desire to build Hungry Llama proved something to everyone who ridiculed and bullied us for being computer geeks. We did okay. I’m happy with my life.” Austin touches his lips to mine. “Even better now.”
In the dappled orange light of the heater he sips from my lips and entwines his fingers with mine. We’re wrapped together tightly. Whispers of the past give way to the potential of a future. Austin drops gentle kisses all over my face like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. His intensity is staggering. Humbling. He makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
His sweet, gentle kisses turn hungry as he moves down my body. I’m lost in the sensation of his beard against my skin. Lazy flicks of his tongue trace the curve of my breast before he rakes the edge of his teeth across my nipple. My head lolls back when he slides one arm up my torso as he kneels back between my legs.
Every part of me is hypersensitive. Each cell comes alive with desire as he kisses and touches my body. I’m ready for anything he’s willing to give me. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, gripping the side of his face to pull him closer. This kiss isn’t sweet. It’s the promise of passion buried deep inside me.
Austin holds the key to unlock it.
His cock nudges my opening and I’m shameless, rolling my hips to grind my pussy against him. Austin’s eyes roll back into his head when he slides through my folds. “Not quite yet,” he grits out. “I want to make you come first.”
“Yes please.” I drape my arms around his neck and let him have his way with me. I mean, why not? The man knows what he’s doing.
Austin kisses down the hollow of my throat as I dig my nails into his shoulders. He teases my nipple to a hard point as he continues down my body. Every one of my muscles flex with pleasure against his as he progresses down my body. Licking over my sensitive skin, he approaches my needy pussy, pausing to kiss my hip bones and nibble around my belly button.
He presses my thighs wide and studies my most private parts. With a guttural groan, Austin spreads me open with his thumbs and takes a long, slow lick. Then another. And another. My muscles tremble as he licks and kisses my pussy like he’s addicted to my—our—taste. Brings me to the edge…
“Fuck my mouth.” Austin shoves his hands under my ass and holds me against his face.
Holy shit.
Is he for real?
