I feel safe falling apart in his arms because I know Devin will catch me. Care for me. I don't know why I trust him so completely so soon, yet I do.
Another broken cry shakes me to the core, a split second before I hear footsteps passing right in front of our door. I freeze,which only makes Devin's hand move faster, milking every single drop of pleasure from my climax.
I fall against his shoulder with a sigh. "Please tell me nobody heard that."
He chuckles, slowly removing his fingers. "I hope the wholeworldheard that, baby."
"Ugh… No, seriously."
Devin sits up, licking his fingers clean, then his eyes roll back in his head. I gasp when my gaze drops to his shorts. The huge tent in the fabric is positively pulsing with need. Knowing he wants me like this is wild. It makes me want him even more. Maybe even…right now?
I begin to reach for him, but he catches my wrists, holding them in one hand and pinning them over my head. Then his free hand moves slowly from my waist to my breast, thumbing my nipple as he kisses me deeply, pulling me into a trance.
"That is not your concern tonight," he whispers.
"Why not?" When he hesitates, I add, "Total honesty, remember?"
Devin swallows, then looks directly into my eyes, making me melt all over again. "Because I want you so badly, Laila. But that was not part of our deal. And I get the sense it might be your first time. There's no way in hell I'm going to take advantage of you when you're kind of trapped here with me."
He grins, then grinds his cock against my hip deliciously firmly. "Besides, I didn't bring any condoms, and I would never take a chance with you." Before I can respond, he kisses my forehead, then heads for the bathroom. "I'll be right back. Get ready to be snuggled to sleep, beautiful."
Sleep? Does he honestly think I could relax enough to fall asleep while thinking about how I already need so much more of him?
10
DEVIN
Last night was beyond magical. Sure, it felt like my balls were about to snap off, and my cock had never been so sensitive. But watching Laila let go like that was life changing.
The feelings I have for this girl are getting stronger. Normally, I’d take it slow with a lovely young woman like her. Wine her and dine her for weeks before thinking about hopping into bed with her. But everything with us is accelerated since we’re effectively living together for several days.
As we enjoy our coffee and breakfast, chitchatting with my colleagues, I realize that the Laila situation is a bit like a stock that I'm considering investing in. It's all about timing. You can’t jump in too soon, but you need the energy still to be fresh. And you can’t wait too long, either.
At least, that’s how I’m going to put it when I try to find a way to tell her how I feel.
She joins me on the cross-country practice trail, which we take at a very casual pace. Laila is delighted to see fresh bunny tracks and some chickadees.I'mdelighted that I get to spend the entire day with her and can’t wait to see what happens tonight.
When we originally agreed on this little ruse, it was clear our Valentine celebration was not real. So I didn’t think too hard about spending a romantic night with her. Now, though, I can’t wait for that to happen.
We clearly care about each other. And don’t get me started on the physical connection. I want this to be a relationship that lasts.
It feels like Laila and I belong together, which means I have to find a gift for our first holiday together so that she'll have something concrete to mark the occasion years down the road on our twentieth wedding anniversary.
A clump of snow whizzes by my head. "You stopped," Laila calls out. “Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Just trying to figure out if those are squirrel or chipmunk footprints."
Laila glides over to stand right beside me. "Unless you're a professional tracker, I doubt you’d be able to tell the difference.”
"What makes you think I'm not a professional tracker? I might have a few secrets left, you know."
Damn, I love the way she laughs. "Sure. Tons of secrets. In your spare time I bet you're a spy.”
Leaning over, I clap my glove over her mouth. "Quiet, cutie. You'll blow my cover."
She laughs again as I release her, and I can't resist wrapping my arms around her. "Has anyone ever kissed you while you were wearing cross-country skis?" I ask.
She shakes her head seriously. "Mm. I don’t know. That sounds like something that would compromise the purity of this wholesome outdoor moment."
