I nodded, not really knowing what he was saying, but not caring either. My mind couldn’t think, couldn’t grasp on to any thought as he began moving faster, the building friction both delicious and torturous.
He never took his eyes from mine and there was no way I could look away, nor did I want to.
His hand eased off my hip and slid around so he could play in my folds, tease me into even more.
“Together,” he whispered, and I dumbly nodded. My body was his, and he could demand anything from it, even the timing of when I would come.
“Soon,” he said, as my breath hitched. “Wait,” he whispered as my muscles started tightening around him.
“Now,” he groaned as my body exploded.
I held his biceps tight as I spasmed around him as he came. Never once taking my eyes from him, even to close them in satisfaction.
He kept on, and I gasped as ripple after ripple coursed through me. I ran my hands from his arms, down his sweat-glistened back to his ass, where I squeezed as he rocked into me, slowing…slowing.
Until finally our movements had stopped and the gasping for breath was the only sound in the tiny office.
He placed a soft kiss on my chest, right on my necklace from Jane.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I heard him whisper as I drifted off, still being held close to his chest.
Chapter20
Montrose
I was lost in self-pity and doubt for five years.
And then she found me.
Syd O’Brien sleptin my arms, our limbs intertwined. She was nearly on top of me on the narrow couch. One of my hands was buried in that thick, soft glossy black mass of her hair, now completely out of its bun. My other hand rested on her smooth hip, holding her so she wouldn’t slide off to the floor.
We would get to the floor eventually. We weren’t nearly done with the couch.
And Idefinitelyhad plans for the scarf I’d given her.
It felt really odd to be with her. My growing feelings for her had very much been in my head these past seven weeks, due to being away from her. Though I found her incredibly attractive (okay, totally smokin’ hot), and was attractedtoher (okay, I had pretty much been sporting wood for the past seven weeks), all that FaceTiming and texting, had kind of become the norm.
Until my first day back when I had, indeed, kissed the shit out of her.
And then…nothing. For a month. A very,verylong month. And all because I was an insecure, arrogant prick.
Diandra had called me that when we broke up. I thought, at that time, that she was just being bitchy about the break up, even though it had been her idea. But I realized soon after, that she was pretty much spot on.
Well, maybe notsoonafter. It took a couple of years for me to figure it out, and a few months after that to put in motion a plan to turn the slippery slope of prickness uphill.
Thus, my year at Bribury. I probably could have scored a guest lecture spot at one of the Ivy League schools, certainly at Brown, my alma mater. But, being a one-time deal, and a very big experiment, I went for a lesser known, but still considered high-brow college to teach at. And to try and get my head out of my ass.
So far? Well, I’d been too busy reading college freshmen papers to wallow in my lack of productivity.
I was also telling myself that said papers were the reason I hadn’t gotten any real writing done.
Different day, same bullshit.
No, not the same bullshit. Syd O’Brien was lying in my arms after a most…thrilling evening. Shit, I was a writer and all I could come up with to describe the past two hours was thrilling? Yeah, maybe I was a totally overrated hack who caught lightning in a bottle once, never to repeat the experience.
Shit. Okay, I could do this. Making love with Syd had been…transcendental.
Christ. Transcendental?
