Page 33 of Starting Back
“Still yes?” he asked as he came back on top of me, the dusting of his chest hair against my rigid nipples making me gasp, more intimacy between us that I didn’t expect, and stealing what was left of the air in my lungs.
I nodded, trying hard to find my voice while still so damn breathless. I wanted to reason that the intensity between us was from being out of practice, but I couldn’t deny there was more to it. I didn’t know why or how it was there, but it was too strong to ignore.
And too impossible to stop.
“You? Still yes for you?”
A smile broke out on his perfect mouth before he pressed it against mine.
“I’m a hell fucking yes.”
He sat up on his knees and began to roll on the condom when I grabbed his wrist.
His head shot up, his eyes smoldering as they held mine, the air thinning between us even more as I slid the rubber up his length, taking my time as I inched it on and biting back a smile as he jerked against my hand.
He hovered over me, the same intensity in his gaze as he thrust inside me, slowly but easily, stilling when he spotted my eyes grow wide.
“I’m fine. Just more, please.”
I dug my nails into his back until he started to move.
Every minute of last night and today reminded me just how long I’d been alone. Maybe I was never physically by myself very often, but truly being with someone was such a distant memory that I couldn’t tell if it was real or not.
I’d been a robot forcing myself to go through the motions while feeling nothing for too many years to count, but why did I feel so much with a man who should have been a stranger?
It was like waking up after being in a full body and mind sleep, and my eyes were wide open, appreciating every noise he made and every wince on Leo’s face as he inched in and out, going deeper every time.
“So good,” he whispered, sliding his arm under my waist to bring me closer.
“Yeah?” I hooked my leg over his hip, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Yeah.” He cracked a smile, his hooded eyes searing into mine as he nodded. “Like fucking heaven.”
I crashed my lips against his, clutching the back of his neck as he groaned into my mouth. This did seem like heaven, or at least far enough outside of this world to be wonderfully surreal.
What this didn’t seem like was the meaningless sex Nicole told me to have. But making love didn’t seem right either—not with a man I’d known for a day. Maybe I’d been so damn affection-starved that my emotions didn’t know what to make of what was happening, but as much as it confused me or didn’t make logical sense, this entire day had been more.
But I had to keep in mind thatmorehad an expiration date.
He shifted angles, the new spot he found inside and the new friction he created sending me right over the edge.
I roped my arms around his neck, shuddering against him as my climax rocked through me, my body still sensitive from the aftershocks of the first. Twice in one night, never mind so close together, I’d thought was a myth found only in fiction.
I guessed this was fiction too, as real as it seemed.
I dug my nails into Leo’s back until the tremors subsided, wiggling my toes as the sensation came back to my limbs. I held him tighter as he quivered over me, his body going rigid as he dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder.
“Go ahead,” I whispered into his ear. “I’ve got you.”
“Fuck, Kristina,” he called out in a half moan, half plea as he rode out his release, slowing down until he collapsed on top of me.
As Leo chased his breath, I scrubbed a hand down my face before I opened my eyes.
Pink hues of light filtered through my window as the sun set, but that wasn’t the reason everything seemed different. I lifted my head and kissed Leo’s shoulder, still scanning the space around us as I acclimated to what had just happened.
I smiled, almost laughing as I recalled the pep talk I’d given myself when I first arrived to at least be a little social even if it was the last thing I wanted to do.
I glanced at the pile of clothes next to the bed and my dress spread out alongside Leo’s shorts and shirt.
