Page 29 of Worth the Wait

So I reach between my thighs where he’s still hard and testing all restraint by not moving. I slide my fingers around the portion of him not buried within me.

He groans. His head falls back and his mouth falls lax as I guide him deeper into me before moving my hands to his hips to tell him I’m all his.

With a scrape of my fingers over his torso, his control snaps. His desire to give me what I need met, his own need supersedes all else now.

He slams into me. Harsh and ragged and desperate. His hands on me. His eyes on me. His cock into me.

And within moments, it’s my name that fills the room. It’s his storm that takes over until his tense body relaxes and he drops onto the bed beside me.

Our ragged pants fill the room only to be rivaled with my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Holy shit.” I finally laugh.

“You can say that again.”

We fall into silence, our minds lost to what just happened between us. Mine wondering how I’m going to walk away unscathed, because Reznor Mayne is definitely a man I’d take seconds with.

But then again...I can’t put my finger on it but this feels so very different than anything I’ve had of late. And late meaning in the past year or so...I may like to have my fun, but that doesn’t mean I sleep around.

I hear the raindrops outside for the first time. The tap, tap, tap against the roof overhead through the open windows.

It had to be the eye contact.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Or his need to slow it down and make a first impression.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He reaches over and puts his hand on my waist.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He starts to pull me over to him, and I have a slight panic attack.

I sit up instantly and shove to the end of the bed. “I...uh...I have to go.”

“Desi?”

Without responding, I stand in the darkened room and pretend to look for my clothes on the floor when I damn well know they are in the other room. It’s easier to look at the floor than him, but it does nothing to distract me from noticing the air smells like rain on the pavement and the sex we just had.

Like us.

I walk out of the bedroom without responding and hate when his feet pad on the floor behind me.

“What’s going through that complicated mind of yours?”

I want you. I only just had you, but it isn’t enough.

I find my shorts and pull them on as my mind frantically tries to shut out the butterflies beginning to dance. I’m not sure if they’re there because I already want him again or because I know I can’t have him.

That’s not how I do things.

This isn’t how I do things.

“Desi?” A little harsher, his sculpted body a silhouette against the sliding glass door at his back.

“I just—I heard the dogs barking. I need to take them out. I need...some of them get scared by thunder and I need to—” I stop, knowing that my excuse sounds just like what it is—an excuse—and yet I don’t do anything to correct it. “I need to make sure I shut the back door. They’ll run through it. Escape. I can’t lose dogs I’m supposed to be taking care of.”