When I was fully seated inside her, we both gasped at the sensation. I paused, reviewing elaborate computer code in my head to avoid coming way too early.
I moved slowly at first, allowing the pleasure to build between us. She raised her hips to meet mine and soon we established a pace that had us both moaning.
I pulled her legs wider to give me better access and she pulled her knees back so I had more room to thrust. We were both sweating now and our breath came in frantic pants and we both rode the edge.
Just a few more moments and I was going to explode and Courtney seemed to be right there with me as her breathing was fast and her cheeks flushed. I held my control as long as I could until I felt it slipping.
“Come with me,” I demanded, my voice deeper than usual.
Courtney responded to the command, released a throaty moan as she orgasmed, her insides spasming against me andpulling me under with her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I lowered my forehead to hers and we breathed together as we came down from the high. When our breathing had returned to normal, I eased out of her and flopped on the bed next to her. I took a moment to deal with the condom before returning to her side.
We lay next to each other for a long time, neither ready to break the comfortable silence. I reached for her hand and tugged it onto my chest, pulling her closer to me. I suspected she wasn’t usually the cuddling type but I always enjoyed the post sex moments almost as much as the act itself.
There was something even more intimate about sharing space with someone. I turned onto my side and stroked her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. “That was amazing.”
Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes bright. She looked fully satisfied and I couldn’t help but preen that I was the guy that accomplished it. Making her feel good had somehow jumped to the top of my list of life priorities.
And once wasn’t nearly enough time to worship her the way she deserved. We had the entire following day ahead of us, culminating in the wedding and I hoped that I could convince her in that time to give me a chance on a first date. A real date that involved a meal and conversation before the sweaty, hot sex.
Despite her doubts, I knew that we had a real chance of a relationship. There was a connection between us that went well beyond physical intimacy and I hoped to explore it. But for tonight, I’d settle for sharing the bed and maybe another orgasm or two.
“That was more fun than I’ve had in a really long time,” she admitted.
“I promised you a good time and I delivered,” I teased.
Although when I promised fun tonight I’d meant a drive in the snow, not a blizzard and sex.
“You sure did.” Courtney yawned and stretched, reminding me of a cat.
“I’ll go down and get us some water and be sure the lights are off,” I offered.
She nodded as she swung her legs over the side of the bed then headed to the en suite bathroom. “I’ll just get ready for bed.”
I made my way downstairs and turned off the gas fireplace and the lights. I filled two glasses with water and headed back upstairs, my stomach dancing with butterflies at the thought of spending the entire night in bed next to Courtney.
When I returned to the guest room, she was tucked under the covers, sound asleep. My heart flip flopped at the sight of her snuggled into the bed, waiting for me. The image of her asleep in our shared bed as a couple flashed in my mind’s eye and I could see it so clearly.
Falling asleep together, waking up together, making a life together. The thought should scare me, given I’d only known her for a day, yet instead of panic, I felt nothing but peace.
The sheerrightnessof our connection hit me square in the chest until I could hardly breathe.
I set the water on the nightstand and carefully climbed into bed next to her so as to not wake her up. I cuddled up to her and basked in the feel of her skin against mine and the faint smell of her perfume.
Courtney didn’t know it yet, but she and I were endgame.
CHAPTER 8
Courtney
I swipedon my extra black mascara, following it with the silver highlight that made my eyelashes pop just right. Just an hour until the wedding and anticipation raced through me.
This morning, I woke up with Jordy spooning me, followed by him making me coffee and shoveling out the car while I made toast. The scene was wholesome and domestic which was usually everything I detested. So why was I wishing we could have a repeat?
It wasn’t just the smoking hot sex either—it was the intimacy, the connection, the caring that Jordy showed me. I had thought I’d had just about every kind of sex that a woman could have but I was wrong. The one kind of sex I’d been missing was emotionally connected sex.
How was I to know that it set the bar for good sex so high no other kind could ever compare?
