Page 75 of Sleeper: The Palisades Edition

“Because I want to keep the doors open while we fuck.” She winks at me. “Oym a good gurl, I am!”

Fair enough!

“Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?” I say as I quietly rip apart her blouse and bury my face in her tits.

“Hey! I like this blouse.”

“I’ll buy you ten new ones.”

She pushes me away to pull my T-shirt over my head, leaning in to lick and bite my chest. “This is the nicest place I’ve ever had sex in, Mr. Shine.”

“You’rethe nicest place I’ve ever had sex in.” I stopjust short of calling her “Mrs. Shine,” but dammit it just feels right.

The performer and the perfumer.

Us.

I grab her face, devouring her lips, invading her mouth with my tongue. The drive to be inside her in every way possible consumes me. It could be the weeks of missing her body, it could be the aphrodisiac scents, it could be that I know for certain that nothing and no one is going to interrupt this for us, or it may just be that I am completely stone cold crazy about this girl.

All of the desire that I’ve been keeping under control is being unleashed on her now, and she meets me head-on with the same furiously happy kisses.

She wriggles around beneath me as she unzips my pants and reaches inside them with one hand, pushing my underwear down with the other.

Heavy breathing, blinding passion.

I’m lost in the waves of her dark hair and the divine scent of the pulse point behind her ear and then down to the base of her throat where her gold heart meets mine.

I’ve never craved anything as much as this, on any level.

She is wearing a loose skirt, clever girl, and I am pressing myself inside her as soon as I get her panties down.

No fanfare this time, just sweet fucking heavenly relief.

The moan that escapes me isn’t loud, but it is deep, and it vibrates through me.

I’m home.

Tight. Warm. Wet. Pulsating. Highly sensitive.Always responsive. Endlessly engaging. Definitely the nicest place.

“Willa. Baby.”

Her hands are in my hair, and I have no idea what’s going on with the rest of our bodies or the rest of the world, because all that matters is that I’m inside her and we’re moving together and this is the only thing we have to do today.

Her sighs and gasps are as quiet as a gentle breeze, but when she whispers my name, it sets my soul on fire, and I start pumping harder and faster, andfuck itthis is the first of many times we’ll be doing this.

She cries out, clenching around my cock. Somebody heard and nobody in this room cares.

“Shane. More. More!”

Spring.

Break.

The magnificent darkness is closing in as I thrust, ruthlessly, with wild abandon.

“Everything, everything.” I don’t even realize I’m saying it out loud until I’ve probably said it five times, but I can’t stop. “I’m gonna give you everything.”

Even in my delirious state I know that it can only be completely true until Saturday morning and then maybe in thirteen years when the twins are off in college, but it is true.