“I thought you might like that,” he breathed into her ear. “Maybe a little faster...harder...will seal the deal entirely.”
The second climax shocked her.Flooredher.
Or possibly it was a delayed continuation of the first—an aftershock. A frenzied sensation, like a reckless dash into the street when you’re not sure if cars are coming, it was quicker, sharper than the first. Maybe it caught him off guard, too, because her response—urging him to his back and riding him like she was chasing the sensation—sent him soaring, a rocket shooting into the sky. His eyes closed, hoarse groans slipping from his lips, his body curving into hers.
The incredible thing was, he didn’t take control, try to steal the moment from her.
He just circled her waist with his long, slim fingers, anchoring her as he ground his pelvis against hers with each upward thrust.
He let her lead.
Their shouts echoed off the walls, desire thickening the air. Gasping, beseeching, demanding. She didn’t know which of them did what, and she didn’t care. Her ears buzzed, her skin sizzled, her mouth went bone-dry. Time meant nothing, reason even less. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once, leaping from a great height and trusting he’d catch her. The intensity of her release,bothof them, stole her breath, stretched her wide—not just her body, but something deeper, something she hadn’t realized she’d been guarding.
This felt like the kind ofmoreshe hadn’t planned on.
In the back of her mind, she heard Campbell tell her he was close, or there, or coming with her. Groaning, he brought her hips to his as he arched his back, his voice raw as his words rolled through her.You’re beautiful. Unparalleled. This is magic.
Sharing this with him was the beautiful thing. The shimmering vulnerability clinging to his skin only made her yearn, made her wonder how much deeper they could go and still keep their promise.
Casual. No strings. Uncomplicated. One night.
When this felt like anything but simple.
Complications. One area where shehadexperience.
Floating back to earth, Fontana collapsed atop him. “I feel like I’ve been pulled through a keyhole,” she murmured, instead of voicing what she was really thinking.
He mumbled a husky reply, eyes closed, chest rattling like an overheating engine. His arms dropped to his sides, his body trembling with every beat of his heart, drawing her into its rhythm.
Her breath seized. She’d felt the same pulsations in his cock, buried deep inside her.
“Hot,” she whispered, rolling off him, shaken.
The floor was cool and stuck to her skin. She considered running through the yard to bring her temperature down, taking a few laps around the gazebo. Except that would require clothing, and she didn’t have the energy to get dressed.
She didn’t have the energy tomove.
They’d ended up a few feet from the starting line, off the rug, which was now tangled under her left leg and his right. Her hair was a matted clump hanging down her back, her toes cramping, her lips completely numb. The air smelled dank and carnal, so grossly appropriate that she took another gulp, locking the memory in place.
She might never do this,like this, again.
Euphoria hit her, a wave of belated bliss.
“That was fun.” Straddling him, she tossed her head back with a laugh. “Really fun.”
His lids fluttered, his gaze full of both amusement and exasperation as it searched hers. “Fun?”
Close enough to discern—and finally in the right mind to think clearly—she realized his eyes were more amber than brown, warm and expressive rather than cool and unyielding. The swirling color of whiskey sliding down her throat, rolling through her body.
He wasn’t all arrogance and wealth, talent and intrepidity.
There was a genuine person underneath the bluster, if you looked hard enough to find him.
And you had to look hard.
This realization made Fontana like him. A little.
Campbell’s gaze left her face to glide down her body. Something about the smoldering, intensely focused way he studied her twisted her up inside, made her imagine pinning his arms over his head as she rode him to completion.
