Page 220 of My Real Love Affair

Her orgasm crashed sudden and hard. She came with a gorgeous, throaty cry, her spine arching perfectly. I kept working her through it, dragging out every last shudder until she clawed at my shoulders to stop because it was too much.

I kissed a trail up her trembling stomach, lingered over each nipple until she writhed again, then claimed her mouth. She tasted herself on my tongue and sighed deeply, licking intomy mouth like she wanted more. The taste of her still on my lips drove me feral. My hips jerked forward instinctively, and the friction of my cock trapped against my jeans bordered on torture.

She helped me strip in record time. There was nothing elegant about it. Sheer desperation had me naked in seconds. When I pressed up against her, she moaned into my mouth. I rolled on a condom quickly, hands clumsy with the need to be inside her. I had to be as close as physically possible.

We shifted so she lay back among the pillows, thighs parted wide to accommodate me. I fit myself at her entrance and paused, resting my forehead against hers. We were breathing so hard we sounded like we’d just sprinted a mile. Everything in me wanted to surge forward, but I needed to see her eyes.

She looked at me and I was certain I saw love in that gaze. Or maybe it was just my love for her reflecting back at me.

I surged inside in one long, filling thrust, groan ripping from my throat at the tight, wet clasp of her. God, she felt incredible. Soft and perfect. I stayed deep, barely thrusting, just rocking my hips so she felt every inch of me hitting that spot inside her that made her legs jerk around my hips.

She cried out my name. I angled my thrusts, savoring the drag and glide inside her body, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t be gentle tonight. I needed to be everywhere at once so there was no part of us left untouched or forgotten.

I hooked her knees up higher, changed the angle and drove in deeper on each thrust. The bed groaned beneath us. The headboard thudded against the wall. She bit my shoulder and scratched my back with her nails. It was such a pleasurable pain.

She undid me with a soft whimper. It sent sparks up my spine so fast I had to grit my teeth to keep control. I pushed in deep and slowly pulled out before going deep again.

“I want you coming with me. Don’t wait. I can feel it.” She raised her hips and ground against my pelvic bone.

We found an instinctive rhythm. It was fast and deep. My orgasm built low and hot at the base of my spine, thrumming like a drumbeat. I dropped my mouth to her breast and sucked one nipple hard.

“Right there, right there.” She shattered around me, pulsing and contracting and dragging me under with her.

I buried a harsh cry in her neck and came apart, hips jerking erratically as I emptied myself in long, shuddering pulses. The pleasure blurred everything.

My weight collapsed onto her gently. She wrapped her arms around me like she didn’t want an inch of space between us ever again. After a while, I rolled carefully to the side to keep from crushing her, but I kept us connected, sliding my arm under her head so she could curl against my chest.

She brushed her lips over the little bite mark she’d left on my collarbone, smiling against it.

I kissed her forehead because words were still trapped behind my tongue. We lay there, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

“What is it?” I asked. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Nothing. Just… processing everything.”

“That’s not nothing.”

“Do you think it’s really over? With Summer?”

“Cash seemed pretty confident. She won’t be able to touch us once the lawyers get involved.”

“But what about public opinion?” Melody propped herself up on her elbow to look at me. “Even if we stop her from going on The Spill Room, the story is still out there. What if people believe her anyway?”

I’d been trying not to think about that. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “There’s no way to predict where public sympathy willland. Some people will believe Summer no matter what we say. Others will believe us. And most people probably won’t care either way after a few days.”

“But I’ll still be caught in the crossfire,” she said quietly. “People will have opinions about me and what really happened. They’ll dissect our relationship.”

It was what I had been afraid of from the beginning, that loving me would expose Melody to the worst parts of being a Bancroft. The scrutiny and judgment along with the complete lack of privacy.

“Are you sure you want to be part of this storm?” I asked, stroking her hair. “Because it’s not too late. We could still stage the breakup for real. You could walk away clean before you get too caught up in the Bancroft bullshit.”

“Don’t you dare suggest pushing me away again.”

“I’m just worried about you and the coming storm.”

“I know. But Austin?” She moved her finger and replaced it with her lips, kissing me softly. “Iamthe storm.”

The woman was incredible. Fierce.