Page 55 of Fake it With Me

His hand slid between my legs. I was only a little embarrassed by how wet I was. His fingers found me slick and ready. I gasped as he stroked through my folds, teasing but not quite giving me what I desperately needed. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this. About touching you like this.”

“Then stop teasing,” I managed to say, my voice breathy and desperate.

He slid one finger inside me. I moaned with my head falling back against the pillow. He worked me slowly at first, watching my face as he learned what made me gasp and squirm. When he added a second finger and curled them just right, I nearly came apart.

“Darek,” I breathed.

“I know what you need.” His thumb found my clit, circling in slow, deliberate strokes that had me panting. “But I want to watch you come first. I want to see your face when you fall apart.”

His fingers moved faster, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me while his thumb maintained that maddening pressure on my clit. Tension coiled tighter and tighter in my core, my whole body drawing taut like a bowstring.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice low and commanding. “Let go for me, Liza.”

I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as I cried out. He worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I was boneless and gasping beneath him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was hard and hot in my palm, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him slowly, watching his eyes darken and his jaw clench.

“Condom,” he said, reaching for the nightstand. “Give me one second.”

I watched as he rolled it on, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. It was really happening. We were really doing this.

He settled between my legs, his weight braced on his forearms. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He kissed me again, slow and deep, and he pushed inside me. I gasped at the sensation, the stretch, the fullness. He paused, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay. Don’t stop.”

He started to move with slow strokes, like he was savoring every moment. But I could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he was exercising. I didn’t want restraint. I wanted everything.

I dug my nails into his back. “More.”

He groaned and complied, his hips snapping against mine with more force. It was exactly what I needed. The frantic pace, the desperate edge, the feeling of being completely consumed by him.

We moved together, each trying to get him deeper inside me. Every thrust hit exactly the right spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. Oh God. I was going to have another orgasm. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I would survive it. My body was still trembling from the first one.

“Darek,” I gasped. “I’m close.”

“Thank god.” His voice was strained. “I’ve been trying to hold back.”

Hearing his need drove me over the edge. I shattered, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed seconds later, burying his face in my neck as he came with a groan that I felt all the way through my body.

We were quiet for a moment, skin cooling in the air-conditioned cabin. I could sense the night coming to an end even though I wanted to freeze this moment forever.

“We should get dressed,” Darek said eventually. “Before we dock.”

“Right. Yes. That would be smart.”

But neither of us moved immediately. We just lay there, tangled together, postponing the moment when we would have to face what we had done.

Finally, I sat up and started gathering my clothes. A glance in the mirror told me my hair had that thoroughly ravished look that no amount of finger-combing was going to fix. But I did my best and tried to make myself presentable while Darek did the same.