Page 54 of She's the Star

She’s turned me inside out and I fumble blindly around the bed, no idea where my pants are, desperate to find them so I can dig into my pocket and find a condom. I’m aching for release, but I want to wait until I’m buried inside her.

She pulls away, and almost before I register the loss, she rolls a condom down my length. I have no idea where or how she procured a condom without my notice, but it hardly matters when I realize she’s shed her underwear. She steadies my cock with one hand and lowers herself directly onto my straining erection.

I gasp like I’ve never experienced anything so divine. Because I haven’t.

She stills like she’s savoring the moment, too, and holy shit, I cannot wait any longer for her to start moving.

My position offers no leverage for me to thrust so in a move more athletic than any I’ve ever made, I grasp her and surge closer to the headboard. Once we’re in the center of the bed, I adjust my grip on her body and bend my knees so I can roll my hips into her heat.

The first thrust feels like heaven. She moves with me, and we find a rhythm that almost overwhelms me. Words start spilling out of my mouth, soft and low, sounding more like babble than identifiable phrases.

She leans forward, her abs tightening, her body twitching as she arches her back and finds her release. The rapture on her face is stunning.

With a gasping breath, she seals her lips to mine, and even more pleasure floods me. I can’t hold back any longer as a staggeringly powerful orgasm rips through me. Before I’ve even finished pulsing inside her, she collapses on top of me.

Our breath mingles as our pulses slow, and our bodies cool. I shift so I can get rid of the condom. I tie it off, drop it next to the bed, and then reach out and tug the blanket until it’s mostly covering us, cocooning us in warmth.

Words linger on my tongue. Of praise. Of wonder. Of joy.

They seem paltry and almost lacking.

How can I use words to describe what happened between us?

Clarity isn’t always easy to find, but in the afterglow of the most intense sex of my life, with Amber still draped across my body, I feel an irrefutable sense of rightness, and I have an overwhelming urge to pledge myself to her for all time.

The words are there—on the tip of my tongue. I don’t say them out loud. Not because I don’t trust myself, but because what are the chances that she feels the same way? And how would we make it work if she did?

She lifts her head, her eyes search my face, and her lip’s part. I seal my lips to hers so that whatever she is going to say is trapped in her mouth. We can’t avoid talking forever, but I want one more kiss before reality crashes down on me.

TWENTY-ONE

AMBER

Nolan kisses me with an edge of desperation that wasn’t there before. We ought to be floating in a state of bliss, but I can feel the tension building in his frame. It doesn’t make any sense.

Everything between us has changed.

We shared more than a single kiss. We can’t ignore it. Or pretend it was fake. It’s hard to imagine he wants to, but he must have a reason for kissing me like he’s panicking. I break away and his eyes immediately start searching my face.

“Actions have consequences,” I whisper into the space between us. It’s an awful way to start and I realize it even before his eyes slide closed.

“I’m not going to fire you,” bursts out of me.

His eyes pop open. “You aren’t?”

“Of course not. I didn’t mean—I’m sorry if it sounded that way. I meant what I said—this isn’t casual for me.” Is it too soon to call him my boyfriend? We’ve only slept together once, but at the same time, I think we both need to define what we are.

Especially since I know what I want.

“It’s—what did you mean?” he asks softly.

There are a million reasons I should be cautious. I never date or sleep around. Nolan works for me. My ex-boyfriend thinks we’re going to get married. And there is already too much speculation about my love life. But the truth is, I’ve felt a connection to Nolan from the very beginning even if I didn’t realize it at first and now that we’re naked in my bed, I’m feeling a bit reckless.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you again since the first time. Even when I told you we couldn’t and myself that we wouldn’t, I wanted to. You’re patient and kind and spending time with you is remarkably comfortable. I enjoy talking to you and watching you with Maddy.” I swallow. “The consequences of our actions are—I want to do this again. I want to date you. For real this time.”

My words are met by a blank stare. And then his mouth turns up and the dimple appears. “You want to be my girlfriend?”

It’s such an easy question to answer. “Yes.”

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