As she shudders, I plunge into her orgasm, sliding to the bone, every nerve igniting. I’m on fire. No… I'm engulfed in a blazing corona of desire.
Even so, I manage to hold back. “You okay?”
Knees up, her legs spread, she meets my gaze. “Go.”
The moment she yanks my hair, my control slips, surprising me. Coiled, amped up, I piston inside her. In for the ride, she meets my every move.
“Kade!” When she goes off again, I am beyond lost, driven to this place I’ve never been, yet it feels like home.
Groaning, stars cloud my vision as fluids shoot out my sensitive tip. Mind blown, I roll us over as I collapse. Her ear on my shoulder, knees on either side of my hip bones, she snoozes.
It only felt different because we left off the sheath. That’s all it is.My lie is pure bullshit. In truth, what happened is so life-altering, it scares the b’jezus out of me.
Chapter 18
Briana
Not daring to move, I lie still, barely able to breathe. What if this is a dream? Maybe I’m back in the woods, amped up on drugs, with Mr. Mumbles crouched nearby. This euphoria can’t be real.Can it?Sex has never been so… There’s not even a word in the English language to describe what just happened. Nothing comes close.
Kade stirs, his cock twitching inside of me. If he is a hallucination, I pray it never ends.
I had no idea the act could be so, so… fucktacular.
As if reading my thoughts, Kade chuckles. With my ear against his chest, the deep, low sound vibrates through me, sending a ripple of sensation straight to my clit.
In response to my twitches, his thickness swells once more.
Our eyes meet when my chin lifts to settle on his chest.What the hell just happened? Sex is just sex. Isn’t it?
His steady gaze doesn’t waver. It’s like he’s known me for far longer than a few stolen hours. My heart beating in time to his, I try to make sense of everything.
This man—a stranger—just shattered every belief I had about my own femininity. Am I experiencing post-orgasmic euphoria, or something more?
Do I thank him? Crawl off to the couch? Neither option seems appropriate—especially since he's still inside me in no rush to move.
His lips curve. Along with a hint of smugness, I sense something much softer and familiar. As if we’re not two people from different worlds, but a pair that belongs together.
The drumming of his heart slows to a steady, soothing beat. It lulls me to a place before wars, before death. My eyes grow heavyas his rough palms glide up and down my back dissolving every worry.
In my dream, the cockpit shakes. Systems fail. No power. No time.
“C’mon, c’mon.” I run through the emergency checklist on instinct, knowing—deep down—there’s no saving this.
My harness tightens. Pressure builds.
The marine I saved drops like a stone in my peripheral vision.
“Oh, God, no! Kade!”
“Flygirl. Wake up.”
Pulse racing, my eyes snap open. The nightmare fades while its cobwebs cling, not wanting to let go.
“Sorry,” I murmur. Spooned in his arms, I twist to face him.
“Don’t be.” His calm voice grounds me. “I wasn’t sleeping. Just resting. Wanna talk about it?”
Kill me now.Talking to Herman is bad enough.“Hell, no. You?”
