“Already wet. Did I give you good dreams?” I slipped a finger inside her, flattening my thumb over her clit as I pumped in and out.
“Too good,” she groaned, arching her back against me as I dialed up the pressure, adding another finger and wishing it were my cock getting lost in her one last time.
She met my gaze, eyes hooded with lust as a blush stained her cheeks and crept down her neck. She really was so fucking adorable when she blushed, but when she was turned on, she was so damn sexy I couldn’t stand it.
Her eyes on me as she drenched my hand were too much. If I was catching feelings, no matter if they made sense or not, I had to ease back from intimacy I couldn’t handle right now.
“What other things did you have in mind?” she asked, spreading her legs more as the urge to replace my fingers with my dick almost overtook me enough to forget how thatreallycouldn’t happen.
As much as we’d held back with each other, I’d given her everything last night, more than I had given anyone in years. The sex hadn’t been just sex, and that had confused me most of all.
“I’d love one more taste for the road,” I whispered, taking her mouth in a quick but deep kiss before I dragged my lips down her body, tracing a slow circle around each of her nipples with my tongue, and trailed lazy kisses along the soft skin of her stomach, inching lower until I was between her legs. Even in the almost-darkness, the sight of her made my mouth water, and I dove in, sucking, biting, and kissing her deeply, as I’d done for half the night.
A loud moan escaped her as she grasped the back of my head, mumbling my name and how it was all too good. I couldn’t have agreed more. She was sweetness all over, and one more taste was the pure torture I’d expected it to be but still couldn’t resist.
I slid two fingers back inside her, pumping in and out as I ran my tongue all over her, only going in harder when she whimpered apleaseand dug her heels into my back. Her arousal dribbled down my chin as her whimpers grew louder. Her tasteon my tongue and the way her beautiful body quivered under my touch made me lose what was left of my mind as she squeezed my fingers, sending me right over the edge with her.
I lifted my head, dragging sloppy kisses down the inside of her damp thigh as my release ripped through me and spurt all over the bottom of the mattress.
“Is there something I can do for you?” she asked, breathless, as she gazed down at me. “I’d like a taste for the road too.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“You already did, sweetheart. I came all over the sheets like a teenager.” I pressed a kiss to her knee, holding her hooded eyes. “In case no one has told you lately, you’re pretty fucking incredible.”
She was something I couldn’t explain or figure out and, I had the feeling, something that would linger in my head for a long time.
Rachel laughed, covering her face with her hands.
“This is such a bitch.”
Wasn’t that the fucking truth?
“I don’t have to be at the office until ten,” I said, still skating my hand up and down her leg. “How about I order us a little breakfast before I get you a cab to go home.”
“I don’t need a cab. The sun is coming up, and I’ll be fine taking the subway.”
“No,” I said, pushing to stand and shifting toward the bathroom to seek out a towel to clean up the mess I’d made. “Let me do right by you and get you home safely.”
“You did plenty right by me last night.” She quirked a brow at me. “But I appreciate it. The breakfast and the ride.”
I nodded and headed into the bathroom, popping over to the sink to splash some cold water on my face and get a damn grip.
I’d enjoy these next few moments with a beautiful, amazing woman before I let her go and then I had to try to forget how perfectly we seemed to fit in every way but real life.
CHAPTER SIX
RACHEL
“Can I ask you a question?”I asked Silas around a mouthful of cheese Danish. He’d ordered us coffee and fresh pastries from early morning hotel room service. They reminded me of a bakery around here Taylor and I would always sample before heading home on the subway.
I’d sampled a lot on the way home from my day trip to Williamsburg this time, and I was grateful I didn’t have to pick up Taylor until the early afternoon so I could attempt to process it all.
“I think there’s no need to be shy at this point,” Silas said, a smirk twisting his lips as he sucked icing off his thumb.
“How old are you? Like late thirties?” I took a long sip from the ceramic mug as I kept my eyes on his, studying him as much and as hard as I could. I almost wished I could take a picture of him before I left for tangible proof that this wasn’t all a dream. When Silas had gone into the bathroom, I’d pinched my arm to see if I could feel any pain through my orgasm haze.
It hurt, but not as much as the idea of never seeing or talking to Silas again, which made no kind of sense. His age didn’t matter, but I wanted to know all the random details I could to plant his memory into my brain as accurately as possible.
