Page 36 of Meet Me In The Dark

That familiar feeling begins to coil tight in my belly.

“I—I can’t,” I cry out, feeling like I can barely breathe as the orgasm begins to build.

“Ride it out.” He flicks his tongue. Once. Twice. Then I’m tumbling over the edge, and I shatter.

A strangled cry breaks out of me, full-bodied and uncontrolled, while my thighs clamp around his head as my orgasm rips through me like a lightning strike.

His tongue laps gently, coaxing every last wave of sensation from me until I’m boneless.

I sink into the mattress, limbs limp, chest heaving as he trails hot kisses along the inside of my thigh. I feel the brief but sharp bite of teeth before it’s gone, and he’s back to kissing a path up my body.

My hands fumble forward blindly, needing to anchor myself to him, but instead of skin, my fingers find fabric, and I freeze.

He’s still dressed.

“Off.” The word escapes before I realize I’m saying it.

I grab his shirt and tug.

It’s in my way.

I hear the scrape of movement and the soft metallic slide of a belt being unbuckled. Then come the sounds of buttons slipping free and fabric rustling as he sheds the last layers separating us.

I’m so locked into every sound that I almost miss the touch of his fingertips gliding gently across my stomach.

They pause at a thin, sensitive line just above my hip.

My scar.

He doesn’t ask.

I don’t explain.

He just touches it and moves on.

“Are you still with me?”

I nod quickly. “Yes.”

“Still sure?”

“God, yes.”

There’s a pause.

A breath.

Then the unmistakable crinkle of foil.

A condom.

Good, safety first, and all that.

Heat floods through me so fast I can’t even brace for it.

His bare skin collides with mine, and every inch of me lights up.

He’s bigger than I expected.