Page 96 of Last First Date

He reached out and traced a line down my shoulder with his finger, causing my body to react to the soft touch. His hand continued its exploration, skimming down my arm and intertwining our fingers together. He pulled me closer until there was barely any distance between us.

His breath brushed over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re beautiful, Waverly. More than you’ll ever know,” he murmured huskily. His voice was heavy with adoration and desire, a combination that left me weak.

I pushed his shirt down his arms and quickly undid his pants. A moment later, we were both standing naked in the room, our bodies a hair’s breadth away from one another. The moonlight filtering through the window highlighted every muscle and curve of his body. His chest was hard under my touch as I let my fingers trace over the contours. He sucked in a sharp breath and tightened his grip on my hand.

I wanted to know his body, every inch, every taste. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes never leaving his. Tentatively, I traced the lines of his abdomen with my fingers, marking the path of my exploration.

His pulse quickened under my touch. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment just as I had when he went down on me in the dressing room. I grabbed his erection, relishing the power I felt humming through him. He let out a deep groan, his head tilting back in surrender. There was an intoxicating power in the moment that was entirely new to me. I could feel his body responding to my touch, the tension coiling in his muscles, and his shallow breathing. The vulnerable trust he displayed in his submission fueled my desire to give him pleasure, equal to or even greater than what he had given me before.

His hands found their way to my hair, his fingers curling into the strands as he murmured my name. The sound sent a thrill of excitement through me. Teasingly, I traced his length with my tongue, taking slow and deliberate strokes. His gasps echoed in the quiet room, each one making my heart pound with a heady mixture of desire and triumph.

“Waverly.” My name tumbled out of his mouth as a low groan, his fingers tightening in my hair. I could feel his need spiraling, matching my own.

Suddenly, he was pulling me up to him, his hands cupping my face as he brought our lips together for a passionate kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, sending sparks through my veins.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his breathing ragged. “I want to feel you.”

His hands roamed down my back, sending sparks of electricity through my body. Gently he moved me toward the bed, his gaze never straying from mine. There was a tenderness in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. I was certain he was feeling the same thing as I was. This was our last night and then everything would change.

I stretched out on the bed, staring up at his beautiful body. He smiled down at me. “I’ll get a condom.”

“No.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m on the pill and I’m not worried about anything,” I said.

I saw his chest puff up. A grin stretched across his face as he leaned down, pressing his lips into a lingering kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure?” he asked, his breath warm against my skin.

“Completely,” I replied without hesitation. That moment felt so right, as if all the stars had aligned to bring us together. He didn’t need an answer. He could see it in my eyes, feel it in the touch of my hands on his skin.

Without another word, he kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my body with tantalizing slowness. Every stroke of his fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. He was gentle but insistent, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He took his time exploring me, tracing the contours of my body with his fingers and lips. He discovered places that made me gasp, spots I never knew could elicit such sensations.

His mouth moved lower, kissing along my collarbone, then trailing lower still to the valley between my breasts. His hands cupped my breasts as he lavished attention on each one in turn. The sensation was too much, yet not enough. My breath hitched in my chest as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Waverly,” he breathed against my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

I could only respond with a soft whimper, my fingers curling into his hair, pulling him closer. He slid his body over mine, positioning his cock at my entrance. His hands framed my face with his weight resting on his elbows.

He looked at me, his eyes conveying a silent question. I responded by wrapping my legs around him, urging him closer. The initial sensation as he entered me was breathtaking. He stilled, allowing us both to adjust to the feeling before he started moving. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.

Suddenly, everything else didn’t matter except the two of us in that room. My body instinctively found the rhythm with his, matching each of his slow thrusts with a soft moan of pleasure. I dug my fingers into his back, urging him to go deeper.

“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered in my ear, his voice husky and thick with desire. I felt his heart pounding against mine, matching the frenetic rhythm of our bodies. A layer of sweat formed between us, the heat in the room rising as we lost ourselves in each other.

His hands slipped beneath me, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. His movements quickened, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Every brush of his lips against mine was like a spark, setting my body on fire. Each time he plunged inside of me was enough to drive me closer to the edge.

A sudden wave of pleasure seized me as he hit that perfect spot inside. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as a wave of heat swept through me. He continued his relentless rhythm, taking me higher and higher until the world was reduced to just his touch and my pleasure.

He found his release a moment later. The air whooshing from his lungs was followed by a loud groaning sound. He collapsed on top of me, his body jerking. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. This man had gotten into my heart, and I didn’t know how I was ever going to let go of him.

40

KNOX

The debrief meeting with the lingerie company director had gone better than I could have hoped for. The partnership was solidified, and the potential for future collaborations loomed on the horizon. I had accomplished what I set out to do. We were officially the agency to call for whatever party or event the company had on the books. I proved myself to my grandfather, as well as everyone else that assumed I was just a pretty face.

As Waverly and I stepped out of the sleek office building, the weight of success lingered in the air. However, the atmosphere between us was far from celebratory. We had both been quiet. I did most of the talking in the meeting, with her sitting quietly and acting the dutiful assistant. Last night had been amazing, but now that the excitement of the week in New York was over, it was time to get back home to reality.