The world shatters into nothing but lightning and musk and explosive good feelings.
When my vision returns, we’re sprawled on the bed. Clay pulls out gently, and he moans when he does, which nearly kills me.
“That was the Niagara Falls of orgasms,” I say, and we both laugh.
“Yeah. I’m definitely going to need a little time before I drive.”
I turns and hold him from the side, face against the crook of his neck. “Let’s sleep here,” I murmur, my defenses falling. “You can drive us home early, before anyone is up.”
Clay doesn’t say anything for a moment. I wonder if I’ve made a mistake in suggesting it, but then he finally answers.
“Sure.”
He gets up and brings us back towels and water. I use the bathroom, and next thing I know, we’re naked under the blankets again. Our bodies slide easily together, and I try to stay awake.
I need to remember this. How good it feels. How much everything is right with him here next to me. I’ll probably never get another chance to feel this way with Clay, so even though I’m setting myself up for some serious heartache later, I sink into the bliss of it.
Listening to his breathing, I fall asleep.
