18. An Epic Love Is Stirring
18
AN EPIC LOVE IS STIRRING
SAYAH
T he soothing air of Vegas envelops me as we walk from the Uber that picked us up at the airport to our hotel.
The last time I saw Dom, he surprised me with three plane tickets—for Claire, Anna, and me—for an all-expenses-paid trip to Vegas.
He has a convention to attend while we’re out here, so he’ll be in business meetings all day.
As the bellhop opens the double doors to the immaculate suite, we follow the cart in and our jaws drop.
“Wow,” breathes Anna, meandering about the gigantic suite that’s basically an apartment in the sky.
The room is lavishly furnished, with a living room, a kitchen, and a private balcony pool. Two bedrooms are attached to the main room, with private balconies, double walk-in showers and jacuzzi tubs.
Meandering over to the bedroom on the right, I see Dominic has already set his belongings down on the king-sized bed. His brown leather suitcase is neatly packed, the top open to show many white shirts, boxers, socks, and other things.
His suits are hanging in the closet.
We’ve barely seen each other these last few weeks because of my custody schedule, and since he works nights, my time with Dom has been limited.
“I guess this is our room,” I say as I deposit my purse on the dresser.
Smells of fresh linen and coconut explore my senses as I whisk my eyes around the extravagant rooms. I have never stayed in anything so beautiful. Growing up poor, being in a lower-class bracket with my ex-husband and now a struggling single mom, my idea of getaways always involves lower-priced Air B his scents of summer fire and earthy musk cling to the bathroom walls.
Entering the living room, I watch Anna and Claire do the same, eyeing the décor, the fully stocked mini fridge, and the cute little towel designs on both beds.
“What is it that Mr. Romantic does for a living?” Claire inquires, eyes wide with wonder and awe.
“He’s a data analyst for a software engineering company, but that’s all I know,” I hedge. I have no idea what he actually does when he goes to work.
The bellhop finishes taking our luggage off the cart and is about to leave when I grab a folded ten-dollar bill.
“Thank you so much,” I tell him, slipping him the money.
He bows his head in thanks and closes the double doors to the suite behind him, leaving us to our wonderland.
Returning to the main room, I walk over to the double sliding doors to the balcony pool .
“Shall we go for a swim?” I ask as Claire and Anna join me.
“Absolutely!” Claire answers, slipping the black straps of her dress off her shoulders and wiggling it to the floor.
We’ve come prepared, as Dominic messaged me when he arrived last night and sent a picture of the private pool lit up at night against the backdrop of the city of lights.
“I’m gonna make a drink,” Anna announces, walking over to the mini-fridge.
“Make me one too, babe?” Claire asks as she and I walk toward the pool.
I flick off my flip-flops and unbutton my jean shorts, writhing my hips to escape out of them. My moss green bikini with gold dangling stars is underneath as I shimmy out of my gray tank top.
The Vegas May heat is in full effect, and it’s around seventy-nine degrees at noon. I dip my toes in the water first. It’s bathwater warm. I enter the pool with Claire, who’s clad in her coral orange swimming suit; her flat tummy, which I’m infinitely jealous of, glistens as she dips it into the water.
Claire is a rare beauty, hailing exotic looks that she received from her Native American mother and her French father. She has short, jet-black hair that she often wears straight and eyes that are the color of sea moss on a dark rock. Not very tall, she is only around five feet-three inches, but is as strong as an ox.
Our view is the fountain below and the entire city of Vegas. I can’t wait to see the city lights and my handsome man when the night comes.
“So, are you two official yet?” Claire asks from beside me.
“Close enough, I think. We haven’t said ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ yet, but that may change this weekend.” I’m all giggles at the thought of this.
“Oh, Sayah has a boyfriend?” Anna adds, eagerly setting the drinks down on the pool's edge. She swoops her floral dress over her head, revealing her purple tankini beneath it.
Anna is also a shorter girl like Claire, but whereas Claire has jet-black hair and an exotic look, Anna’s hair is white-blonde and gives off more of a Viking vibe. She has a long face like me, and her eyes are a bright baby blue, the kind of blue that feels like you’re being sucked into her soul.
“Pretty much.” I blush, unable to hide my giddiness from the girls.
“I feel like we haven’t even seen you since you met him at that mixer,” Claire says, taking a drink of her cocktail.
“I have just been working, doing school, and being a mom. I haven’t really hung out with him too much; he works nights, so our schedules are opposite.”
My phone dings from my bag in the apartment.
“That’s probably him,” I say, sweeping through the water to exit the pool.
Water drips from my body as I open the entrance to our room from the pool; I stride to the dresser and retrieve my purse.
Digging my phone out, I open the message.
Just got out of one meeting, on to another. Hope you like the room =)
The room is fantastic! You are amazing! Can’t wait to see you later!
Closing the message, I return to the girls in the pool.
“So, what’s he like?” Claire asks with a sparkle in her eye as I submerge myself again, stowing the phone on the side of the pool.
“He’s amazing. He’s polite and charming. On our second date, he got my mom a star.”
“Awe,” both girls coo, the glint in their eyes reflecting a sincere empathy for me, but Claire’s face falls slightly as though she’s a bit jealous. It’s a good jealousy, though. My friends are genuinely happy for me, considering what they saw me go through after my divorce.
“I know! I really can’t even believe that I found someone like him. He brought me flowers and a candy bar for Gauge on the first date. He’s like the sweetest guy.”
“Does he have any single friends?” Anna inquires, her brown sunglasses reflecting the aqua of the pool and blue sky that has hardly any interruptions of wispy white clouds.
“He has a few brothers,” I answer. “One that he doesn’t speak to. But the other I believe he is on good terms with.”
“Why doesn’t he talk to his brother?” Claire asks.
“Something about a girl.” There’s no need to disclose the mysterious death associated with the strange story behind it. I don’t need their opinions of the man footing the entire bill for our vacation swayed.
“Ah. That’ll do it,” Claire says, setting her drink down and diving into the water.
“What else?” Anna asks. “What does he like to do for fun?”
“I’m not sure of that yet,” I respond honestly. “I only see him at night. We haven’t talked about what we do in the summer or anything. I really don’t know him all that well.”
A realization dawns on me that I really don’t know too much about him.
That will change.
“That’s okay, babe,” Claire says, resurfacing, slicking the water off her black hair. “You’re in the beginning stages of a relationship. You’ll get to know him more and more each time you hang out.”
“This is true,” Anna answers, taking her turn to dive into the water.
“Have you guys fucked yet?” Claire asks, situating her sunglasses again and retrieving her drink from the side of the pool.
“Not yet. Really, not even close. We’ve just hung out in public places. Once, he kissed me on the porch passionately and turned away. I thought I had bad breath, but he told me I’m the kind of girl he wants to be his last of everything, and he didn’t wanna ruin it by going too fast.”
“Oh my god, he said that?!” Claire exclaims, her mouth agape.
“Yeah, on our first date!” I respond, twirling my hair up into a messy bun. “It totally threw me off.”
“Why would it throw you off? I think it’s wonderful,” Claire retorts .
“I don’t know, ’cause I didn’t get that feeling around him. I just felt it was too soon to tell something like that.”
“I get that,” Claire says. “You’re being careful with your heart, as you should.”
“The more time I spend with him, the more I feel it. I mean, I don’t think he’s the one or anything. He doesn’t give me that ‘soulmate’ vibe. But I can see him becoming an epic love. That’s all I get for now.”
“Epic loves are the best,” says Anna, swimming over to us from the side.
“I agree,” Claire adds. “Even if it’s not something that lasts forever, it’ll be something you remember forever and ever.”
I take my turn diving underneath the water. When I resurface, the girls are chuckling about something one of them had said.
“What are you two whispering about?” I ask, swimming over to them.
“We were just saying tonight will probably be the night you two get it on.” Claire laughs.
“It’s the first time we’ll spend the night together,” I concur.
“Oh, about to lose your virginity,” Anna jokes.
“That is true!” I laugh. “It’s been so long; I think it grew back.”
Peals of laughter echo, and I find myself smiling and giggling harder than I have in a long time.
L ittle black dresses have nothing on us; we each have one on, Claire with a tightly clung black, floor-length dress that hugs her curves and accentuates her breasts, and Anna has a flowing black dress with lace peek-a-boos all over, from neckline to knee. My dress hangs off my shoulders and plunges down the front, is lower in the back to the floor but comes to a halt pick-up above my knees.
The mixture of our floral perfumes lingers in the elevator with us. Pressing the button for the lobby, we each take turns checking our makeup in the mirror-laden walls of the lift. Soft melodic music serenades us as we descend from the top floor, finally dinging to alert our arrival at the lobby where the restaurant we’re meeting Dominic is located.
Dominic is already at the table that the host leads us to.
Dressed in a suit and tie, he looks as stunning as ever as he stands to greet us. The white shirt is unbuttoned, revealing those tattoos and his tie hangs loosely around his neck.
“Well, hello there, sexy,” he says, sweeping me up into a hug and a luscious kiss. That earthy smell of cologne is still clinging to him; however, it has dissipated throughout the long day of meetings.
Before the other two girls can sit down, he speeds over to their chairs and pulls them out, scooting them in as they sit.
I’m last.
“Enjoying your time so far?” Dominic asks as he sits down himself.
“Oh my god, yes,” answers Claire. “Thank you for this, all of it. The penthouse suite is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“I could get used to this life,” Anna states.
“So, you are just here for meetings?” Claire asks as the waiter comes over and hands us menus.
“Drinks for the ladies?” he asks.
Claire’s eyes light up with a captivating sparkle upon spotting the waiter, and this luminosity dances across her expression. Her face's sultry softness and flirty transformation reveal themselves, a telltale sign that she has spotted something she desires.
“I’ll take a tequila sunrise, please,” she says seductively.
“Make that two,” Anna seconds, lighter.
“I’ll just have iced tea, please,” I put in.
“I’ll get those going,” replies the waiter, gliding his smile toward Claire. “Any appetizers while you decide on supper?”
“I’ll have to look,” answers Claire, showing off her perfect teeth in a smile, her Marilyn Monroe piercing glinting in the light. “Thanks, though.”
“Sure thing,” the waiter replies and saunters off .
“So,” Dominic continues, “my company attends a trade show here twice or thrice a year to gain clients. They send some of us to come and spread our name as much as possible. They always assign me because the first time I came, I garnered a couple million-dollar clients for them.”
“A couple?” Claire inquires a look of shock in her eyes. “Wow, that’s a lot of money.”
“Yeah. My company is recognized worldwide because of the merger. So, I get to come every time. It’s a free trip for me.” His smile is smug but not arrogant. He never seems to boast about his wealth, but it’s clear he’s very wealthy.
“That’s so cool,” Anna responds. “Where else do you get to go?”
“I’ve been all over,” Dominic answers as the waiter drops off our drinks. “I’ve been to Tokyo, Cork, England, Italy, Spain. All over the states. I haven’t worked for this branch for very long, so this is my first time out here for them, but I know that’ll soon change when I work my magick here this weekend.”
Hopefully, he works his magic on me, too.
“That’s all I want from this life,” Claire says, fixing the strap of her dress. “To travel the world.”
“You haven’t lived until you’ve seen it,” Dominic answers, taking a drink of his bourbon.
“Where have you been so far?” Dominic asks Claire.
“Oh, just to Mexico—” she stirs her drink, mixing all the sunrise colors. “But I love that place so much. Other than that, just the states.”
“That’s more than me,” Anna says dejectedly, her eyes sloped down at the corners. “I have only ever been out of Colorado. I have never been out of the country.”
“You will get to someday,” Dominic encourages her as she pops the cherry from the drink into her mouth. “What about you, gorgeous?” he asks me, his dark eyelashes fluttering toward me, the mysterious curtains of mystery guarding his chartreuse eyes.
“I’ve been to Mexico and the Virgin Islands. Went on a cruise once and stopped by Venezuela, Cura?ao, and Puerto Rico. That’s really it, though. Nothing big like Europe. ”
“Well, maybe I can change that,” he whispers, kissing me on the tip of my nose.
Those flutters arise like a bird in the wind, as if a hummingbird creates a monsoon in my stomach. The subtle thunder that awoke in me once has risen again, chasing away all the clouds of doubt I once had before with him.
Maybe the hesitation I initially felt was just me guarding my heart and keeping him at arm’s length. Because right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to go on adventures with this man.
T he sun’s heat from the afternoon still clings to the humidity of the evening long after the sun finishes its descent. Standing guard of the glorious city, the moon’s imperial watch has just begun. Interlocking patterns of blinking lights illuminate the metropolis, buzzing and alive with activity. Down below, the fountain dances its balletic gait to the music that plays; however, we are too high up to hear the song.
I sit on the patio couch by the pool, slipping out of my heels and rubbing my feet. I don’t wear heels often, and this is the reason.
Claire had successfully flirted with the waiter at dinner and got herself and Anna invited to a staff party after his shift, which gave Dominic and me the evening alone at the suite.
Dominic is fixing himself a drink before he joins me.
“Can I get you anything, love?” he calls from inside the hotel suite.
“Just some ice water, please. Thanks.”
“I really like your friends,” he says as he joins me on the balcony a few minutes later, handing me the ice water.
“Yeah, they’re amazing. Especially Claire. I’ve known Anna a long time, but not as well as I do Claire. But they’re really getting close lately.”
He appraises my eyes. “Does that bother you at all? ”
I swallow my drink of water. “No, Claire and I have always had a relationship like that. We’re inseparable, close for a few years, and then we drift but never apart. Just to new, everyday kind of friends. It’s hard to explain.”
“I get it. I’m the same with my brother Ollie,” Dominic says as he sips his drink, the ice chinking along the side. Setting it down on the table, he continues. “He and I are in that ‘we don’t talk every day’ phase, but we’re still there for each other.”
His fingers interlace with mine, and I feel that strange magic at his touch. I lose focus on the conversation as he does, looking at his manly wide and not-so-calloused fingers, the longing for them to touch me in places extinguishing the desire to keep talking.
His commanding gaze deploys a heated rush that devours our words with a seductive silence. His green eyes turn hungry; I want to ruin his body with mine and have him taste my darkness.
“I just have to tell you,” he breathes, the scent of whiskey flirting with the earthfire smell of him, “you look so good in that dress.” Inching closer to me, he whispers, “Good enough to eat,” to the shell of my ear, erupting pinpricks of goosebumps all over me.
“So do you,” I answer as his fingertips trace a path down my right leg.
It almost feels like we’re about to have our first kiss again; the nervousness paired with excitement has me feeling woozy. He’s slow, methodic, edging closer to me, and I want him to kiss me, feeling my body respond to him immediately. Anticipating his lips on mine, I wet my bottom lip, but he doesn’t kiss my lips at first. He tilts my head sideways by my neck, diminishing the space between us.
His breath is hot against the curve of my neck where it meets my shoulder, chilling me yet heating where he kisses. Fire flushes to my face and spreads down between my legs as he sucks my skin. My clit tingles in response as he nibbles along my jawline and chin, claiming my lips at the end of his expedition.
It’s been so long since I have been with a man. I’m drenched wet the instant his tongue glides into my mouth. His rhythmic kisses match his movements. The heat is so intense on my lips—the lips on my face and those that hide beneath the surface of my panties. His hands wander slowly to make sure I’m okay with the touches, and when I release a low, tortured breath, he removes the straps from my shoulders and takes hold of my plump, bare breast. Feeling myself slipping off a ledge, I fear I may cum the moment he pinches my pebbled nipple. His mouth moves down my neck again, and when he takes my breast in his mouth and bites down softly, I’m brought to the very boundary of that ledge.
“Harder,” I breathe, the tingle of the bite traveling from my nipple to my clit in a glorious and torturous electric shock.
Arching my back so he takes my breast deeper into his mouth, the glass slips from my hand, and I can’t bring myself to catch it. It falls from and crashes to the cement below, shattering. The sound should’ve awoken us from our lustful encounter, but it does not. We need to feel each other so much that nothing can cause us to abandon this moment.
His left hand brushes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, ascending higher until he reaches my panties, the wetness proof of my arousal. He claims my lips while he gently plays with my clit the way he had my nipple, and the sensation electrifies me down to my toe tips. He gently rolls the swell of my clit back and forth, flicking his finger side to side until I’m about to scream with pleasure.
His breathing is erratic and urgent. I let my hand wander to his shirt, pulling at the buttons and accidentally snapping a few of them off as I set the ripples of his abs free.
The corded muscles of his stomach greet my hand, and I grow even wetter at the feel of him. I need him inside of me, and when his finger plunges into me, I moan, but it isn’t enough. It makes me hungrier.
He leans back from me, his wanton eyes pools of desire and lust, maybe even a little hunger. He watches me in awe as he immerses his finger deeper, curling the tip of it to massage my inner wall. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, gripping the cushion as euphoria consumes me.
I cry out in ecstasy, and he swallows my scream in a greedy rush, tasting like mountain air—fresh, clean, and crisp. I widen my legs for him, and he swoops my right leg over him so it’s draping over his lap.
Being pleasured by him is like drinking a cold glass of lemonade on a warm summer day, the breeze cooling the sweat accumulated from the sun's scorching kiss. He’s satisfying an urge that’s been lurking in my darkness for a long time, quenching a thirst my vibrator at home could never, and he’s not even inside me yet.
The outline of his erection in his pants is enticing me; I skim his rippling muscles down to the zipper and slide it down. His giant cock springs to attention once freed, and like a magnet, my hands are all over it, coercing animalistic groans from him as I stroke. Feeling the length of him, the rugged ridges of his dick, the soft skin of the mushroom tip gorgeously glides in and out of my hand. I’m near to that edge with just the feel of his hardness.
“I want you,” he breathes into my neck, and I try to pull him on top of me. I don’t even care if we don’t make it to the bed.
With my tits hanging out, his kisses growing hungrier, he suddenly stands, pulling me into a straddle as he continues to taste my mouth. My dress rises up, and I can feel his cock teasing my entrance as he walks us into the bedroom. As he throws me on the bed and leans into me, I grip his sides, feeling the need to anchor myself as I am about to lose all control with just the thought of him entering me.
My head is light as he lets up on the kisses and pulls my dress all the way off, ripping the panties so they’re just shreds of fabric on the floor. I lock my hand around his neck as he keeps his mouth on mine, sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting a little but with no sting.
I kinda want a little pain.
When he bites down hard enough to cause a cresting of that resplendent torment, I rock my hips in response, letting out a long and breathy moan. The tortured groan he releases lets me know that he’s burning as hot as I am. He needs me as much as I need him.
It’s intoxicating, the intense whirlwind of sensations flooding me all at once. My pussy is sweltering with passion, and I’m a drenched mess. For a split second, I think it’s a little embarrassing, but he lets out a sexy groan when he touches me there. I know it’s a welcome reaction to how he’s making me feel.
My breathing is shallow, and there’s a chance that as soon as he puts his cock inside of me, I’ll cum faster than I want to. Still, I fasten myself to the intoxication, letting the exquisite passion temper me.
His hardness is rubbing on my swollen clit; I may hyperventilate, overwhelmed, given my hindered breath. I move my hips up and down, making him moan with anticipation, arching my back, practically begging him to put himself inside of me, but he won’t.
I continue to sway my hips under him, sliding myself over the backside of his dick, hoping that I can catch the tip and capture him inside of me. Still, he keeps teasing, keeps kissing, keeps licking until I feel I’ll go mad from not having him.
Finding the waistline of his pants in a fumbling lust, I shove them off his hips.
The penetrating green of his predatory eyes slice me to my bone as he admires me, leaning up to wiggle out of his pants. His abs coil as he rolls his body out of the shirt, making the tattoos flex. I arch my back, imploring him to bring his mouth to my breasts. Instead, he takes my legs over his shoulders and slides down, slipping his tongue over my clit.
Gripping the comforter of the bed to moor my writhing body, I find a pillow with the other hand and moan loudly, the sensations blinding me, tunneling my vision and almost causing me to black out.
The feeling of his tongue wiggling over my clit, sucking and kissing, and devouring every inch of my pussy, cause shattered stars to grace my vision as I climax.
Twitching as he slows down, I want him inside me desperately.
He whispers kisses to my navel, tugging on my piercing with his teeth. Cresting at the peak of my breasts, he teases each nipple, tracing patterns with his tongue up the column of my neck. There is no part of me left undiscovered; his destructive mouth is a sanctuary for my corrosive desires.
As he kisses me, he pins my hands above my head and slides his hard dick inside me without even having to guide it. With ease, it enters from being so wet. I cry out with the pleasure it brings me, the depth of him matching me perfectly as he submerges himself inside of me slowly, burying himself as deep as he can go. The tip of his cock presses against my G-spot with ease, and again, I moan, grabbing the pillow to muffle my screams.
With him deep inside me, he removes the pillow and turns my chin to face him, staying inside of me and not moving.
“No,” he growls, his baritone voice echoing in the room; the fact that he’s commanding me makes my body clench around his gorgeous cock. “I want to hear you scream.”
Leveling me with a look of desire, a dizzying haze takes over me, and I feel drunk; everything is heightened, and I can barely move. I writhe up and down, trying to get him to move in and out of me, and when he does, It. Is. Paralyzing.
He swirls his hips, pulling in and out of me, deeper and harder with each thrust. I can’t contain the moans; every time I let one escape, it makes him harder and hungrier for me. He lifts my legs over his broad, muscular shoulders, and I watch the ink dance beneath his skin as he thrusts.
Feeling myself climb higher and higher, it’s almost too much for me to handle, and I wish he would flip me over and take me from behind.
He pulls out of me, grabs my waist, and forcibly flips me around so that my knees are on the bed and my ass is in the air.
What the hell? Did I just say that thought out loud?
Oh well, I continue to let him move me, and it is pure ecstasy.
He wraps my long hair around his fists, his other anchored on my hip and pulls as he enters me, slamming into me as hard as he can.
Never in my life have I met anyone that meets my needs as he does. It’s as if he’s reading my thoughts and pushing the right buttons at all the right times, depths, and paces.
The sound of his pleasure pulls me to the brink, the wave of my orgasm weakening my knees. As I fall to the bed when they give out, I want him to keep going, to make me cum again and again.
Chasing my orgasm with his hungry dick, he flips me so I’m sideways, grabbing my breast as he continues to rock his body inside and out of me.
I want him to take control, to fuck me as hard as he can.
Fuck me til the bed breaks.
Fuck me to destruction.
His pace picks up, and his plunges deepen, answering my un-beckoned plea.
“Oh,” I groan, rolling my head back.
The plunges become so deep and hard that the bed's wooden frame collapses, sending us both slanting to the floor.
“Fuck,” he says as I crawl off the bed; he’s holding my hips as he follows me.
Once we’re level, I push him back with my ass so that he’s lying down, and I’m on top of him backward.
Spreading his legs, I slide my legs underneath his knees and bury his dick within me.
The position of his dick inside me from this angle brings me back to that ledge, and I moan, rocking back and forth until I start bouncing. Feeling my large breasts bounce with each recoil makes me hotter; I brace my hands on his knees and concentrate on moving my ass up and down on top of him. The sound of his moans light me up, and he grabs my hair again, making me look at the ceiling as I ride him.
“Cum for me,” he commands, and I continue to bounce on him, feeling the depth of him pierce me and cause me to explode again.
With a primitive growl, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the floor, his animalistic nature brimming as he feeds from my lips while he climbs on top of me. I swallow his kiss, drinking in this sexy fucking man and his pleasure.
“Fuck, Sayah, you’re so gods damned wet,” he says into my mouth without breaking his ravenous kiss. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me,” I command.
In the inhale of his drunken words, and with him, I began that climb once again.
Lifting my legs above his shoulders, he pretzels me, dipping into my world and pulling out, causing a detonation of the most luscious torment I’ve ever experienced. The height of this orgasm begins slowly, my entire body going liquid hot and tingly, starting in the middle and ricocheting outwards. Like the explosion of an atom bomb in slow motion, it scorches through me to my ends, growing in momentum as it pierces outward.
Pulling his dick out to the tip, he plunges in one last and final time, as deep as he can go, and the detonation of his own orgasm ignites with mine, causing the fiery combustion to destroy me.
The feeling of him letting go inside me is something out of another world. It feels like euphoria becomes hot little butterflies that release into my veins, and every pore feels numb and tingly.
He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving, the remnants of my orgasm cementing me to the floor.
“What the fuck?” he breathes, laying his head on my bare breasts. We both lay breathless, letting the feeling of euphoria consume us.
“Yeah,” I say on an exhale, twisting my fingers in his brown hair. “What the fuck is right.”
“I’ve never. . .” The sentence is unfinished, but the unspoken words say more than I could ever say.
“Mmm-hmm,” I reply breathlessly, the stars still shooting across my vision.
“You are amazing,” he says into my nipple, cupping my breast and kissing it. “And so are these.”
Feeling his chest rise as he laughs, I return the giggle. “Thank you.”
“Mmm, you are most welcome.”
“You are really good at that,” I rasp through an exhale. “It’s like you were reading my mind.”
“That was nothing,” he returns, propping his head on his elbow to look at me. “I’m a bit out of practice. Wait until next time, I’ll go all night long.”
If that was him out of practice . . .
Holy fuck.
“I’m down for that anytime,” I say, tracing my fingernails down his biceps, teasing little goosebumps out of his skin.
“Good,” he says as his breathing levels out. He softly strokes the side of my face. “I believe you have me falling for you, Lasayah Thorne.”
His soft lips brush mine.
Butterflies rush to my stomach as the sensuous kiss spills his secrets, receiving my confessions. At the same time, the stars and moons become our priests to bear witness.
An epic love is stirring.