And maybe, just because it had been close to four billion years since she’d last done this, it merelyseemedso amazing, but she doubted that as she broke their kiss so she could push his shoulders back so he was lying down again. Because she wanted more—and she opened herself wider even as this new position gave her access to that more-of-him that she desperately wanted. They both cried out again, and then both laughed—she in wonder, because they were so in sync.
Peter’s hands were on her hips, and he tried to slow her down.
“Nuh-uh,” she told him, their gazes locked.
“I’m gonna—” he breathed. He was close—she could see it in his eyes, but he didn’t want to go first.
“I know. Me, too,” she gasped. “Tell me when.”
“Ah,Jesus!”
She took that for thenowthat it was, and immediately shifted gears, slamming them both to a stop, and then lifting herself up off of him and languorously pushing him home. Again. And again. And again. And again.
She came in slow motion, for damn near forever, and she wasn’t sure but she thought maybe he did, too, because he kept saying, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…”
And when she couldn’t hold herself up anymore and collapsed forward onto him, he put his arms around her and kissed the side of her head. She could feel his heart beating—pounding as hard as her own—and she felt him laugh a little even as he, too, struggled to catch his breath.
But then he started moving again—or at least she thought it was him—but he tightened his arms around her, and said, “Another aftershock.”
Sure enough, it didn’t last long. She lifted her head to look down at him and smile. “Youknowthe sex is crazy great when it creates an aftershock.”
He smiled, too. “For the record, I’m pretty sure that, by the end there, I was tasting words.”
Shayla laughed in surprise, because again, he’d been listening.
She had to climb off of him then, and she muttered something about avoiding the human error factor when it came to the efficiency rate of condoms. But really, she settled onto the mattress beside him so that he wouldn’t have such an unfettered view of her face. This man was so damn good at reading her, and she didn’t think she could hide how much she liked him.
Like him? Pfft. Get real. You love him.
And no, that wasn’t Harry. He was too polite to show up at an intimate moment like this one.
No, that was all her.
She didn’t do casual sex, never had, never would—and to think that she could was sheer idiocy. Oh, God, what had she gone and done?
“You okay?” Peter asked, picking up on her silent freak-out—maybe because for the first time, she wasn’t babbling about something like the ability to taste words. He’d taken care of the condom, and was using one of the towels he’d brought out there to clean himself up.
“Yeah,” Shay said, trying to sound normal, like someone who really was okay about having just had incredibly hot sex with the neighborhood Navy SEAL. “Just…starting to feel the chill, and way too tired to do anything about it.”
“Here.” He put one of the blankets over them both, making sure her feet were covered, even as he wrapped himself around her, spooning her back against his front. She was instantly warmer.
Oh, good. Now the man that she’d already fallen for ridiculously too soon was taking care of her.Thatwould bring her to her senses. That—and the way he kissed her neck, right below her ear, after he’d doused the light…
He sighed a sigh of perfect contentment, and even murmured a sincerely appreciative “Man,” before he instantly fell asleep.
Man, she was screwed.
Harry, where were you? Why didn’t you stop me?
Harry popped in.Oh, please. Like I could’ve. And besides, good for you! You needed that. A little hot sex to wash away the last memories of Carter.
She hadn’t thought of her ex-husband at all. Not even once.
Doubly good for you.
And it wasn’ta littlesex. It was gargantuanly, enormouslygreatsex—no, it wasn’t just great sex, it wasthegreatestsex. Ever.
It’s been a while. Your ability to judge is probably at least alittleimpaired.
