Chapter 18 #2
Troy wrapped her tightly in his arms. There had never been anything like the smooth feel of her skin against his.
Nothing like the sweet scent of her filling his head.
Nothing like the lingering taste of her in his mouth.
Nothing like the tight grip of her body as she blasted him to the stars.
Even now, buried inside her, he felt her still pulsing lightly around him.
She hadn’t just tilted his world off its axis. She’d rocked his entire universe.
He nuzzled her hair. “That was better than anything I’ve ever known.” He flexed inside her to make his point.
“Better than winning a gold medal?” she asked in a singsong voice.
“Better than winning three .” Hell, he didn’t mind admitting it. He wanted her to know.
She bopped him lightly on the arm. “No way. Nothing could be better than three gold medals.”
He pulled back, wanting her to see the sincerity in his face. “Better than any prize I’ve ever won.”
Her skin flushed. He’d embarrassed her or pushed too hard. But he wouldn’t take back the truth, wouldn’t diminish what he felt. “I’ve never felt that good before. Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Superb, stupendous, spectacular.”
She batted at him again. “Stop,” she said in a choked voice, rolling her eyes.
Then he had to know. “Tell me, did you throw that last game?”
Her laughter tickled his chest as her breath brushed the curly hair. “I’ll never tell.”
But he knew. She’d lost that last game because she wanted him. He felt it in his gut.
Could he tell her he loved her now? Or would that push her too far? Love wasn’t on the table yet.
But he would make sure it was very soon.
They made it up to her bedroom, where he made love to her again, holding her in his arms afterward.
Finally, rolling away—as much as he hated to leave her—he padded to the bathroom to clean up.
When he returned to the bed, she was asleep.
And she wasn’t faking it to keep him at bay.
They’d both had wine at dinner, polishing off the bottle of chardonnay he’d brought.
Then there’d been two—no, three—rounds of cocktails while they’d played.
Neither of them had been drunk, but the alcohol certainly had tired her.
Especially after their marathon lovemaking, the best he’d ever experienced.
He climbed into bed beside her, pulling her once more into his arms, holding her while she slept. Until finally he slept too.
In the dead of night, he woke to the feel of her mouth on him.
Holy hell, what a glorious way to wake up. She sucked his crown while she stroked him. In about two seconds flat, he was ready to lose it, and he grabbed her arms. “Wait, wait, not yet. I want to be inside you.”
She lifted her head, her hand still caressing him, her eyes glazed in the moonlight falling through the window. “You can do that later. Right now, I want you in my mouth.”
She went back to licking him, stroking him, her moves leisurely yet absolute perfection.
She kept him on the edge for what seemed like long, delirious minutes.
He didn’t want to come yet, wanted to luxuriate in the feel of her mouth and her hands on him for a little while longer.
But his legs started to quiver, and his body began to shake.
And he felt the bliss rising in him. Despite wanting to make it last, he let his hands take over from his brain, sliding them into her hair, guiding her to the faster pace his body wanted, even if his heart and mind didn’t.
When he cried out, “Jesus, I’m going to come,” she didn’t back off. The world exploded in a galaxy of stars as his body exploded against her tongue. And she took all of him.
Until he collapsed back on the pillow, boneless and immovable.
She climbed his body until she lay stretched atop him. “Kiss me.”
The kiss tasted of her sweetness, of his tang. Of his ecstasy.
His voice hoarse, he murmured, “Remember when I said earlier that it was the best thing I’ve ever known?”
He felt the silken caress of her hair against his chest as she nodded.
“I was wrong. What you just did was the best ever.”
“Are you going to say it’s the best ever every time?” she said with a laugh.
But all he heard was every time . Which meant this wouldn’t be the last. His heart soared into the night, into the clouds, into the sky, into the stars, into the galaxy, into the universe.
Because there would be a next time.
Michaela woke to his lips on her. He kissed his way down to her breasts, suckling her. From the way the sun slanted across her bedroom, she knew it was early, just past dawn.
When he started to kiss his way down her abdomen, she pulled on his arms. “I need you inside me, Troy. Please. Now.” She didn’t care that she was begging.
He’d said last night had been the best ever, and though she’d made a joke of it, it was true. Last night was like nothing else she’d ever known.
And she wanted it again.
He looked up at her. “I want to taste you first.”
She shook her head, the movements jerky. “I can’t wait.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded.
“Whatever you want, my sweet.” Then he reached for a condom packet on the night table. When he’d put it there, she had no idea and didn’t care.
She let him put it on, because she was too eager, and she didn’t want to fumble it. On his haunches, he hauled her on top until her knees spread over him, and he whispered, “Take me like this.”
Holding his gaze, she reached down between them, fitting him to her entrance. “Now?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Now.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she eased down onto him. It was such a different feeling from being beneath him, a glorious feeling. She was suddenly in control of everything they did.
As she took him in a slow, measured rhythm, he tipped back his head and groaned. “Christ,” he said in a throaty whisper.
Even though his hands were on her, he didn’t push her to move faster. He let her dictate. She pushed up, her thighs flexing, until only his tip remained inside. He was already breathing hard, and her pulse was skyrocketing.
She took him once more, slowly, seating him deeply, until his lips were on the same level as hers.
And she kissed him, tongues and lips and mouths devouring each other.
He didn’t thrust into her, but pulsed with a slight flex of his buttocks.
It was so incredible, she could have lost herself right then.
But not yet. She wanted to tease him a bit longer.
She rode him slowly, sweetly, her body clenching around him.
She might have been able to keep that up, but he slipped a hand between them and put his thumb to the hard little bead.
With one more slow, perfect slide, his thumb on her, her body ripped apart.
His hands on her hips, he gave her everything she needed, taking her so hard and fast that she wanted it to go on forever.
There’d never been anything like this. Never been anyone like him .
She was still coming when he began to throb deep inside her. His big hand clamped on the back of her head, and he kissed her hard. She tasted his ecstasy, tasted her bliss, tasted everything they were, and everything they could be.
He was right. Nothing had ever been like this.
Never. Ever.