My legs slide off his back. He’s still inside me, and I open my eyes. Gazing back at me are those caramel eyes, want and desire blazing deep inside of him.
“That’s what I want now,” I say firmly.
He grabs my thighs, pushing them back, until my knees are up by my chin. His powerful arms take my ankles up straight before he slams into me. I moan so loudly it sounds like it’s echoing throughout the room. This position is euphoric, as he has my ass off the bed, continuing to fuck me like I’ve never been before. I hold his head, willing him to keep going.
Hitting the spot that has me begging him, “Fuck me harder.” I am so close to climaxing again, every muscle is tightening, and I clench down on his cock so hard that he groans. He must be close, too.
“You were made for my cock,” he groans again, louder, deeper this time. That’s all it takes for me to plummet into my own orgasm. He continues to pump in and out of me with a force thatfeels like I’m floating off the bed. My hands squeeze his head as I ride it out.
Holy shit!
And just as I’m coming down from such a high, he lets himself go. Releasing himself inside of me, I feel him jerking his hips and groaning. I can’t help myself; it’s hot as hell, so I clench down a little harder to get every drop of cum out of him—the magic of coming together.
“Wow,” I say, catching my breath. That was powerful—a powerful connection, and I loved every minute. Bound by some sort of inner need. I realize that I’m in trouble. I can’t walk away without thinking about him with every breath that I take.
My legs gently fall to either side of him while he is still inside of me. I stare, still holding his head. How am I in this so deep, so quickly? And now what?
Of course, he leans down, brushing my hair from my face. His fingers glide along my cheek, and whole-body goosebumps appear on my skin. They don’t go unnoticed by him. With the pad of his thumb, he swipes my bottom lip.
“You are the most gorgeous and amazing woman I’ve ever met. I’m not even sure how we ended up here. What I do know is I’m never letting you go. You’re mine.”
If any other man dared to talk to me like that, I’d clock ‘em. Coming from Dane, I want to kiss him…I just pull his head closer to mine and put my lips on his. The mix of emotions swirling inside of me, the thoughts that consume me, is overwhelming. And yet, I live in the moment, this moment with him. This passionate kiss between us—it’s hot, it’s something, it’s everything.
He lifts himself off and out of me. With his arm, he repositions me to my side. We are staring at each other as he runs his nails ever so slightly down my back. Waves of tingles follow in their wake. The sensation is overpowering, and I arch my back.Not realizing my boobs are pressed against his sweaty chest, he groans.
He brings his hands up to my face and says, “After tomorrow’s grand opening, I want to take you out to celebrate…you and all your accomplishments.”
“I’ll probably be exhausted.”
“Then why don’t you let me pamper you tomorrow night, and we can go out another night?”
He is persistent, and I’m catching on that I won’t be left alone tomorrow night. I’m not even mad about it. I actually don’t mind spending time with him, since the last couple of weeks have been moments in time at the coffeehouse. It wasn’t enough. I realize now that I like having him around. I like the way my body feels up against his, the way we talk to each other, and the way he makes me feel—protected, cared for.
“Geez, you are very persuasive.” I pause and then say, “I’d really like that.”
“Okay, then that’s the plan. Get ready for me to pamper you.”
He moves onto his back and pulls me closer to him. With my head resting on his chest, my eyes are heavy.
Sitting straight up in bed, I thought I had slept too late. But when I look around the room, the sun is just shining in through the windows. My heart is beating out of my chest. I lie back down and put my hand on my chest to settle my heart. Then I realize Dane is not in bed next to me.
Where the hell did he go?
I take a deep breath and sit up on the bed. I’m naked. I grab Dane’s t-shirt, my pair of panties, and throw them on. I open my bedroom door and walk out into the hallway. My nose picks up the smell of coffee. Making my way down the stairs, I headstraight for the kitchen. I don’t remember setting the coffee, so my heart hopes Dane is in the kitchen. For a split second, I feel my heart fall to the floor, an emptiness, to think that he just left without saying goodbye, without a note, without a kiss. My expression is one of sadness, with eyes cast down, as I step into the kitchen and scan the room. Dane is nowhere to be found, and I feel a prickling in my eyes.
Thinking back to last night, I recall how he owned me and protected me. I put creamer in my coffee and take a sip. Staring out the kitchen window at the backyard, it looks peaceful. I decide to sit on the patio and watch the sunrise. As soon as my foot hits the patio, Dane says, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
My heart flutters, and the widest smile crosses my face. This man surprises me in all the good ways. And he didn’t leave without saying goodbye. My body relaxes.
He stands up and comes over to me, scanning my expression. “Did you think I left you?”
“I may or may not have thought that,” I say with heat rising up my neck to my cheeks.
His hand reaches up and caresses my head, moving to my neck. He tugs me closer. “I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”
I haven’t had a guy at my house since, well, Jake. What happened yesterday at the salon comes flooding into my thoughts. I don’t want to deal with him, and I hope that the chat Dane had with him makes it clear he can disappear back into the hole he crawled out of.
“I knew that, but then questioned it when you weren’t in bed.” I try to lower my head, but he doesn't let me. With his fingers on my chin, he tilts my head up, and I have no other choice but to look up at him.
