Oh yeah.She wasn't thinkingnow.
She was feeling.
And so was I.
It was a new sensation, and I let myself get lost to everything except the taste of her, the sound of her, and the feel of her.
When I stroked her opening with my finger and then slid it slowly inside, the walls of her body closed around me, warm and tight, and so damn welcoming.
If she felt this tightnow, I could just imagine how she'd feel later, when I fully claimed her. At the mere thought of it, my heart pulsed, and my erection throbbed.
Again, I reminded myself,not yet.
From the bed, she breathed, "I want you. We should get you undressed and–"
I added a second finger to the first, loving the movement of her hips and the sounds she made, even as she said in mock protest, "I think that's cheating."
I lifted my head only long enough to smile up at her. "I know."
And then, I lowered my head once again, letting my mouth and fingers do the talking until Becka became wordless herself, except for her soft moans and whimpers as she ran her fingers through my hair and writhed on the bed.
Soon, she shuddered so hard against me that I thoughtI'dclimax too from the sound and feel of her.
But I wasn't done, and neither was she. Soon, we were both naked in the sheets, ready, willing, and so eager we were trembling. When I slid my length into her depths for the very first time, it felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
She was so slick, and so tight, I had to ask, "Are you all right?"
She nodded against me. "Oh yeah. More than all right. I'm wonderful."
Yes. She was.
Finally, I let myself go, driving into her sweet warmth until the sheets were tangled, and we were warm and damp from the heat of our bodies and the motions of our hips.
We climaxed at nearly the same time, almost like it was planned, or more likely, like we were custom-made only for each other.
It sure as hell felt that way.
As the few precious hours slipped away, we kissed and talked, and held each other tight until I felt like I'd known Becka forever.
I wasn't one to believe in past lives or soul mates. But if I were, I knew exactly what I'd believe.
She was made for me. And I was made for her.
When she fell asleep in my arms, I drifted off myself, satisfied like I'd never been before.
And we might've stayed like that forever, if only I hadn't forgotten to do one simple thing – send one quick message to the guy who'd be pissed as hell if he knew what I'd just done.
Chapter 52
Jack
I woke to the sound of buzzing from somewhere on the floor.My phone.
Shit.
Becka was curled naked in my arms, and I had no intention of dislodging her. Ignoring the phone, I cradled her close and savored the feel of her naked skin against mine.
Last night – it had been more than sex. It had been a real connection – precious and rare, especially inmyworld. I was a loner by natureandby necessity. But Becka – somehow she'd burrowed her way past all of that.
