Chapter 45

Chapter Forty-Five

AUDRA

I don’t remember what I was going to say. I’m losing my mind with every single touch. When his finger dips inside, I want to die of mortification. I’m so wet. It’s pathetic.

Fantastic first-impression energy, Audra.

“God, you’re drenched for me.” He says it with such reverence I forget to be shy. “Everything about you is perfect.”

Oh, how I wish I was perfect—but I’m glad he sees me that way.

His finger starts to move inside me and I don’t bother holding back the moan. He urges me to spread my legs, and I do, thoughtlessly, unconsciously, letting him see everything, every single part of me. He adds a second finger and I nearly come.

“Please, Derek, not that way. Not our first time,” I plead.

I’d like to survive the emotional implications, thanks.

“Shh. Whatever you want. Whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

He nods, then reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a new box of condoms.

I stare.

“I was hopeful.”

“What if we’d gone to my place?”

“I’ve got a matching box in my suit coat pocket.”

Of course he does.

Prepared. Thoughtful. Infuriatingly responsible.

He rolls the condom on and lays between my thighs, holding up his weight with his forearms.

“Audra.”

I nod.

“Are you really sure? This changes everything.”

I nod again.

“I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Derek. I want this. I want you.”

He swallows hard and nods.

“I know what this means,” he tells me, his big hand resting against my cheek.

His eyes lock onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes forward, pausing.

“It’s been a while,” I tell him.

“I don’t understand that,” he replies, so incredulous it makes me smile.

“I’m picky,” I inform him.

“Not anymore,” he tells me, pushing forward again, pulling out, pushing in, until he’s fully seated within me.

I smile.

“Mmm,” I purr when he begins to move.

“Amazing,” he growls in my ear.

I kiss his neck and run my hands over his shoulders, arms, back.

Heat pours through me when he begins to thrust harder.

“Derek,” I breathe.

“Yeah, just like that,” he replies. He leans down to take a nipple into his mouth and I throw my legs around him, resting my ankles at the small of his back.

He groans and I moan—really loud—as he goes even deeper.

“Audra…”

“Do it,” I urge.

“But—”

“Do it. Please.”

He lifts himself and begins to fuck me harder. We’re both moaning and groaning, reaching for one another, holding one another; kissing, touching, sucking, a tangle of sheets, need, and desire.

I lift to meet his thrusts, his hands slipping beneath my hips to tilt me so he hits that magical spot.

“Oh God. That’s it,” I call out.

“Mhm, I can feel it. Let me feel you,” he urges.

I stop fighting what I’m feeling and just give in.

“That’s it, give me everything. Let it go. Come for me, Audra,” he growls, his entire body shaking as he waits for me.

Without a care for the consequences, I plunge in headfirst and let it all go. For him. Giving every piece of myself as the climax rolls through me, stealing my breath. He stares into my eyes and with a few rapid thrusts, he comes too.

My body shivers and shakes, euphoric bliss from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Complete ecstasy.

When he shudders one last time, then wraps his arms around me, holding me to him, I hold him in return—so happy and a whole lot terrified.

“Audra,” he breathes into my ear.

I nod, tightening my arms around him, resting my nose in his neck.

Okay. Still here. Still me.

Reality begins to seep in, uncertainty rearing its ugly head. No. I don’t need to be. I trust him. I’m in love with him.

“Audra,” he whispers again.

“Hm?” I ask, running my fingertips over his body, learning the definition of his muscles, the texture of his skin, the warmth of him. Time stretches.

He lifts up, meeting my gaze, serious as I’ve ever seen him.

“It’s just you and me now,” he tells me.

I nod. “Just you and me.”

We both smirk.

“Pizza? Then go again?” he asks.

“Mmm,” I purr as he presses his lips against mine. “Perfect.”

“Yes.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You are.”

Yep. If I hadn’t been before, I would be now—totally, completely, head over heels for Derek Pierce.

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