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“Christ, you feel like a dream. A wet, hot, sticky dream.”
“I’ve been like this since I saw you at the shop.”
“I’ve been like this since you dropped me off at my office.”
“Then what was up with the drive-by peck?”
“Love, anything more and I wouldn’t have been able to stand straight. And it would be difficult to run a meeting and intimidate people who needed a little intimidation in their day with an erection the size of a telephone pole.”
“And did you intimidate?”
He gave a hard thrust. “What do you think?”
“That if you don’t start moving I’m going to lose my head or grab the nearest BOB.”
“Not in this century.”
“Then you’d better get moving, big guy.”
“Arguing even when you have my cock inside you.”
“Are you surprised?” she teased.
He withdrew and slammed back in, making her gasp. “I think you’re the surprised one.”
“Surprise me again. And again. And again,” she moaned.
And surprise her he did. He took her fast and hard until she’d reached the pinnacle, then he surprised her again by slowing down so she could feel every thrust, every withdrawal, and every emotion that was arching between them.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, gliding over each other, and his mouth was gently nibbling at her lower lip, then her upper one. One hand was at the base of her neck, the other cupping her ass like he owned it. And he did, she realized.
But that wasn’t all he owned. He owned her heart and soul. Somewhere between him trying to have her car towed and them kissing in the lake, she’d fallen. Hard. Fallen for a man who’d given her the best meet-cutes ever, who kissed like a god and made love like it was a religious experience.
But he’s leaving,her head reminded her.
Love can conquer all,her heart argued.
But could it withstand three thousand miles and an ocean between them, with a man who didn’t believe that long distance could work?
It was something she was willing to try. Now all she had to do was get him onboard. She knew he felt deeply for her. She could feel it in every stolen look and touch. In the way he spoke to her, caressed her. In the way he stood by her side.
“Stay with me, love,” he whispered against the curve of her ear.
She looked him dead in the eye and this time it was his turn to be surprised. “I am so with you my heart is synced to yours. Can you feel it?”
She took his hand and placed it over her heart, and the sweet smile he gave her made her belly flip over and over and over again. She was in deep trouble. Summer had fallen head over heels in love with a man who didn’t believe in love, romance, or happily-ever-afters. She knew it was because of his traumatic upbringing filled with abandonment and rejection, but she wanted to show him what the other side felt like.
He gradually sped up his pumps, faster and faster. His lips never hardened, but remained gentle and loving. His hands moved up and down her body, everywhere all at once, creating a frenzy of feelings—all the feels in her body.
His thrusts became more intent as he rolled his hips, hitting all the right spots. And in those final moments before they both fell he looked into her eyes and held her gaze, never once breaking contact, and what she saw there gave her hope.
“It’s too much pressure,” Summer said, and Wes rolled onto his back and she cuddled into his chest.
They were both still naked and exhausted from their all-night sex-a-thon. She might not have a red room, but she was definitely part of Team Wild Orchid. He had the scratch marks on his back to prove it.
“These kinds of requests are common with bigger authors. Usually they’re three times the ask,” he explained, but he felt like an asshole. Five grand was a drop in the bucket for him. In Summer’s world that was an entire month’s budget.
She rested her chin on folded arms on his chest and looked up at him with so much trust he felt like he was ten feet tall. He’d earned that. The only person in his world who completely trusted him and what he brought to the table was lying on him fully exposed and open, with nothing between them, not even air.