Page 73 of The Secret
He laughs. “I’ll probably come in two seconds flat.”
“That actually sounds nice.”
He starts to laugh and props himself on his arms, looking down at me. “We got used to doing it fast, didn’t we?”
And now I’ve got playful Dan, and my heart thuds in my chest. How easily have we dropped into this again, despite everything that’s happened?
“We did.” I nod and nod as my eyes wander over his face.This lovely smiling face. I never thought I’d see it again.And just like that, my eyes fill with tears.
“Oh, fuck, Liss, I’m sorry.” He buries his head in my neck. “We don’t have to …”
I squeeze his ass again, and he looks up.
“I’m just reminded sometimes that I never thought I’d see you again.”
His eyes tighten, but then his lips curl up. “Well, you’re never going to get rid of me now.”
I laugh as he pushes back off the bed and stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me up too. “Come on, we’d better go and …”
“Danny!” A little voice drifts up the stairs followed by thudding footsteps.
He smiles ruefully at me.
As he turns, I slap him on the ass.
“Just you wait until tonight,” I whisper, as a small body barrels into the room.
Later, after a huge pot roast dinner and a walk through the vines in the fading light, we wind our way back up the steep stairs to his room, collapsing down on the bed and groaning about our full stomachs. He rolls, kissing my neck before moving over me, and I push my hips up into him, the heat of earlier returning with a vengeance as he groans into my mouth. The zipper on his jeans gets stuck under my fumbling fingers, but then suddenly my hand is in his boxers, wrapped around a hard length, and as I stroke up he immediately bats my hand away.
“Nope. Nope. Nope,” he mutters and sucks in a deep breath. “God, I’m not going to last.”
“Then get inside me already.”
“Hush woman, let me savor this body a bit.” His hand runs down my front and over one breast, hardening my nipple. And then he tugs at the bottom of my T-shirt, so I half sit as he whips it over my head and throws it onto the floor, attacking my jeans with shaking hands. I examine the freckles on his face and the blond lashes sweeping his cheeks and break into a big smile.
“Hey, Dan?”
He looks up from where he’s undoing my top button.
I smile at him, and he grins back.
“Whatever happens tonight will be amazing,” I say.
He closes his eyes. “Sorry, I’m a bit wound up,” he whispers. “It’s been a while.”
He pulls my zipper down, and I lift my hips as he pushes my jeans down my legs. I examine him as he rises to stand at the bottom of the bed to drag them off. I can’t take my eyes off his perfect cock, sticking out between the fabric of his pants, and he shucks those off too, along with his boxers, so I lift my butt and drag my boxers off as well.
“I always loved the boxers you wore,” he says.
“Really? They’re not very sexy.”
He grins as he comes down on top of me. “They are with you in them, Liss.”
And he kisses down my body, nuzzling my stomach before breathing hot air over my mound.
“God, I’ve been dreaming of this ...” He doesn’t finish, but instead widens my legs and parts my folds and licks me all over like he’s starving for it and—oh!—tremors run right down to my feet and make my toes curl. It’s soooo gooood.
And I must have said that out loud because he laughs against me, making my hips jerk up into his face. But he just pins me down and nuzzles into my heat, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough. And I’m getting there embarrassingly fast.
