After a few thrusts, I’m deep inside her tight, hot body, and she’s hungering for more. We’re like a well-oiled machine, working together toward one epic goal--an orgasm with the power to blow the roof off this place.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Please. Now” Aria’s a talker. No surprise there. She’s demanding, but I’m not giving in. I’m the boss right now. She’ll come when I say so. I don’t know how I do it, but I manage to hold back longer than I ever thought possible.
I’m reaching the point of no return. judging by how her entire body shudders with passion. she’s right there with me. That sweet release washes over me, like a tsunami of sensations with the power to heal or destroy.
Aria comes and cries out my name, I do the same a second or two later. We cling to each other, in a fog of swirling lights, as we float together in this place that’s not of this earth.
I hold her and bury my face in her silky hair. All these years, I’ve avoided an emotional connection with women, but I can’t avoid this. I don’t want to. What we just experienced wasn’t just good sex. It was beyond that. I have no basis for comparison, but I know being with her far surpasses any other women I’ve had.
Lightning crashes across the night sky outside, hitting me with a hard dose of reality.
I no longer hate Aria. In fact, what I’m feeling right now is new territory for a guy who never commits. I’m not sure what to make of it, but this mind-blowing experience isn’t the exception but the rule when it comes to her.
What we have isn’t just sex. I don’t know what it is.
Chapter 24
Can’t Fix This
~~Drakos~~
The next morning I’m still riding high from the win and a burn-up-the-sheets night with Aria. Nothing can bring me down. Not even a call from a very serious sounding Michella. My personal celebration was some of the best fun I’ve ever had. When I woke this morning in Aria’s apartment, she was gone. I found a note on top of my pile of discarded clothes.
Had a great night. See you soon, Aria
I let myself out and drove home. I’m deeply disappointed she wasn’t there but also relieved. Aria and I are on the edge of something scary and life-changing, and I’m the first to admit that my feet feel as if I’ve dunked them in an ice bucket.
Kirby’s drinking coffee while watching last night’s game on replay when I walk in the door. We were on fire last night and unstoppable. There are times when a guy just feels it. Last night we all felt it. The determination flowing through the locker room left no doubt who was going to win.
“Still basking in the glow?” I ask.
“Damn right.” Kirby’s grin spreads across his face, and his satisfaction at a game well played is obvious. He turns to regard me with those fucking all-knowing eyes. “What’re you up to? I didn’t expect you to be back this early.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I thought you might continue your celebration well into the day today.”
“You know?”
“What do you think?” At my surprised look, he snickers. “Don’t worry, I won’t mention it to anyone. Aria, I presume?”
“Yeah.”
Kirby sighs. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I hope I do too,” I mutter. I check the time. “Michella has news for me. I’ve gotta drive over to her office.”
“She can’t tell you over the phone?” Kirby finishes his coffee and sets the empty glass on the end table. He’s been odder than usual lately. As if he knows something I don’t.
“No, she says it has to be in person.”
“Hmmm.” Those wise brown eyes meet mine. “Are you prepared for whatever she has to say?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? None of this personally affects me.”
“Let’s hope not,” he mutters so softly I’m not sure I hear him correctly and dismiss what he says.
“Later.” I head for the door and drive to Gone Missing. Michella sits at her desk poring over a stack of papers. I guess not everything is digitized. She waves me to a plastic chair that has to be fifty years old. I sit down carefully, not sure it’ll hold my weight.
