“I will fix that problem right this second," he assures me. “All you have to do is imagine your world going dark and visualize every single thing you're about to feel."
The lights go off, and we're moving into his bedroom, walking in dizzying circles as we crash into furniture. The sounds of a package ripping open and rubber snapping into place excites me.
His body is on top of mine as the silky sheets drape over us. I can't see anything, but I do as he suggested and imagine it all. I feel every inch of his body touching mine. I see it. His breaths are heavy and fast. I see the air fogging up my skin. His gentle touches are bringing me to a place where I feel like I'm being swept up to the peak of the tallest mountain. I'm there, with him, on a mountain, feeling and seeing his body melt against mine.
Wesley's sweat drips onto my stomach, and I imagine each droplet splashing as it hits my skin. The thought forces me to sink deeper into his bed. His lips sweep down the side of my neck, leaving a sheen from his breath behind as a reminder of where he's been, and warning of where he's going. “I wanted to bring you to this place. I want to be the first to give you what you had been missing. It's all about the timing, the moment, the buildup, and believing. Imagine it, and you'll feel it, Maddy."I think I missed this chapter too.
His words drip into my ears like heated honey and my muscles are tightening and contracting beneath him as gushing waves of tiny butterflies erupt from the core of my body and explode into a lungful of cries that fall silent as I drift off the side of the mountain's cliff into a full body experience of numbing pleasure. “Timber!" I scream at the top of my lungs. “Timber, timber, timber!"
“I did it," Wesley murmurs in my ear. “I guess it takes a real bull to knock a tree down, but that was the best kind of ending I could have hoped for."
I roll on top of Wesley and place my head down on his bare chest, hearing the sounds of his heart furiously beating. “Yeah, I'm pretty much over the moon at this moment," I say, glancing up at him. “Get it?"
“I get it, Madelyn. You've milked the jokes dry. There are no more."
