She shook her head. “No. No. Because life is ... scary and unpredictable. Frankly, if life is going to fuck me like it has been, I’d rather have an orgasm.”
It was his turn to laugh, and it did something to dissolve some of the tension in her chest. Then he closed the distance between them again and wrapped her in his arms as he pulled her shirt up over her head and cast it onto the floor.
He pressed his thumb to her lower lip, and her breath evaporated. “What if tonight you take a break from life, and let me fuck you instead?”
She could only nod.
He took her clothes off like it was a choreographed dance. Always keeping her in his arms as he separated fabric from her body, as he exposed her to his hungry gaze. She didn’t feel embarrassed. Didn’t feel awkward. Not when he looked at her like she was a revelation and he’d been badly in need of one.
A soft, tender part of her ached. Like a growing pain. Like something withered and ignored was beginning to come back to life. Expand.
She had never done a thing for Zach. She hadn’t been particularly nice to him. She hadn’t done him any favors. She hadn’t done his laundry. She hadn’t cooked him dinner. He was still treating her like she was special. He was looking at her. Really looking at her. It had been so long.
It had been so long since she felt likeherjust being there was good enough.
He lifted her gently and set her down at the end of the bed, and then he began to take off his own clothes. She dug her nails into her palms as she watched the expert strip show. Watched every inch of his muscular build reveal itself to her.
Her mouth went dry, and she shifted where she sat. He was more beautiful than any fantasy she could have ever had about him. He was a gift to every person who experienced attraction to men.
He was masculine beauty personified, and she wanted to worship at the altar of him. But before she could, he went to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart.
And she found herself as the object of worship.
She gasped, lifting her hips off the bed, but his iron grip kept her from moving away. He was a man with a mission, a man intent on doing exactly what he wanted, and God help her, she wasn’t going to fight it.
He scooted her backward on the mattress, and she lay back as he vaulted up onto the bed, pleasuring her with intense focus with his lips and teeth and tongue. She forked her fingers through his hair and realized she wasn’t even tempted to compare him to her one and only other lover, because this was already an experience that transcended everything she’d ever felt before.
This wasn’t a perfunctory act of going down on her to pay her back for a blow job. He wanted her. He was tasting her, savoring her, luxuriating in her. She had never felt so beautiful, so filthy, so ... cherished.
So she just let him.
When her orgasm crashed over her, she was shattered, broken into thousands of sparkling pieces of herself and put back together in another shape. Like he had rearranged parts of her and made her something else entirely.
She was recovering, while he went and got a condom, while he positioned himself between her legs, moving his hand behind her head and kissing her, intense and long as he thrust inside her. She clung to his shoulders as he began to move, their foreheads pressed together, the feel of him so deep within her, taking her, making her gasp.
This was like touching the sun.
It was almost too much, but it was not enough all at the same time.
When she came again, he followed her over the edge, the rough growl in the back of his throat sending aftershocks through her body.
She lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Trying to breathe. Trying to think.
Would he want her to stay the night? Should she leave?
“I’ll drive you home in the morning, as long as everything is good with your kids.”
“Oh, you ... you don’t mind if I spend the night?”
“Do I mind? No,” he said.
He sounded incredulous, but she didn’t know what to think. “Well, I’ve never ... I’ve never done this before.”
“You did say Jonathan is the only man you’ve been with.”
Her face went hot. “Yes. That.”
“I’m still me. You’re still you. Based on everything you know about me, do I seem like someone who would throw you out onto the street after that?”
