Page 34 of Secondhand Secrets

So, he took his lips from hers and sat, catching her hand and relocating it to a spot beside her head. Uncertainty filled her eyes, but not so much that she didn’t seem to catch his message. She should lay still. Allow him to set the pace.

Next, he slipped the straps of her bikini down, then pulled the knotted string between her small breasts. The dart of her gaze warmed his face, but he didn’t return her stare, his focus caught on this gradual reveal. The push of one bikini cup aside, then the other, his length growing at the sight of her radiant skin and two perfect, pink nipples calling for his attention.

For this brief moment, Ally Egan was his. All his. Beautiful, sprawled, and ready beneath him. Though he didn’t want to wait, he made himself savor this image, to file it in some deep and impenetrable corner of his mind, one that might survive anything life and old age would impose on him one day. He drew his hand down to the last of her clothes, again taking his time in another sweet unveiling.

The bend of her legs helped him, and his vision soon filled with the dusting of light blonde curls at the juncture of her sex. He reached out to her now, her breath catching as he placed his palm over her right breast, his gaze finally hitting hers, though he failed to move his lips to comment on her perfection.

No words seemed enough, so he set about making her feel instead, leaning to capture a nipple between his lips, teasing her with his tongue until she arched into him and sighed out her pleasure.

He swept his arms under her ribcage and pressed her into him, intensifying his hold and the pressure on her breast. Her hands were quick to find the back of his head, her short nails rewarding him with a mild and gratifying ripple of pain.

He wanted to take her quickly, but this moment seemed so fleeting, and so he kept his mission to preserve her in his memory. He’d already captured the sound of her moan in his brain, the sheer arousal in having her laid out before him. Naked. Hair fanned over his pillow. Each heavy sigh demanding more.

He logged it all and searched further, to the gentle resistance of her tummy calling for his lips, his kisses there filling his senses with her soft scent. Before long, he slid his hands under her to the dip of her back, proceeding lower still until she once again moved through reflex and opened for him.

He paused to appreciate her there, all glistening and pink folds belying any secrets she might seek to keep on her state of arousal. And she wasn’t alone.

His every nerve ending prickled and stung for her, but he dared to meet her gaze again, her wide-eyed bewilderment returning as though she read his thoughts before he even formed them.

He could have touched her some more, but this first time—perhaps his only time with her—was about holding on to as much as he could, and his mouth was far more sensitive than his hands.

So he drew lower and landed a tentative kiss to the center of her arousal, the instant shuttering of her eyes and her ensuing low purr, spurring him on.

Her supple sweetness caught him as did her taste, and he pushed her wider, intensifying his pressure. His heart near exploding on her drawn-out moan.

If molten silk could be a thing, as well as a person, then Ally Egan would be it—hot, sleek, and oh so responsive—the sound of his name on her desperate cry, shattering his last intention to hold her back. Compelling him to use his hands as well as his mouth.

Once again, his name tore from her, ragged and raw. Though her legs fought to close around him, he held her pinned and challenged her not to run from the sensations he drew.

In time, she eased and seemed to redirect any strain to her fingers clawing at his sheets, the unbroken pace of his touch within and around her turning her cry to an unmistakable, full-body shudder.

He pulled away only long enough to shuck off the last of his clothes and retrieve a condom from his bedside drawer. She arched against him, her climax still pulsating in time for him to enter her on one firm and unapologetic thrust.

Though he would have loved to go slower, the firm clench of her around him forced him to drive into her hard and fast—his movements wild and his breaths bursting from him about as quickly as this moment passed by.

And even as his climax rose and swept him under, his awareness of Ally didn’t fade. She embodied his pleasure and touched his soul. As if he even believed in souls. But then, she had that effect on him. She colored his world and made him want to believe in the unbelievable—even as his lips claimed hers in a search to cling to something real.

Soon, he rested his forehead to hers, their breaths intermingling while he delayed the inevitable as long as he could. He didn’t want to leave. Not now. Not ever. But unfulfilled dreams led to resentment, and he’d gleaned enough evidence of that through his parents as well as his conversations with Ally. He simply didn’t have what she needed.

So, he withdrew from her, rolling away and taking her with him until her head leaned on his chest, tucked beneath his chin.

“Never thought that would happen.” Her flat, but joking delivery worked her usual magic of soothing him.

“Me either.” He dropped a kiss to her head, pausing to breathe her in some more. “Though admittedly, it’s the only thing I’ve thought of since first seeing you at the ball game.”

She snapped her head up, almost taking his chin out with her, her eyes narrowed in a mischievous look. “You horndog.”

A grin tugged at his lips, and he did nothing to stop its advance into a full smile. “Not until I met you. Besides, don’t lie, you loved it.”

The corners of her lips rose as did the glint in her eyes, only for her expression to freeze while she jolted up off him. “What’s that sound?”

She peered around the room at large, and he listened as his phone’s jaunty tune came into focus. All the way from his couch in the living room.

He growled and folded an arm over his face, wanting to shut out all reminders of the world outside this room. “Clearly, someone who doesn’t know when to let up.”

The phone stopped ringing, only to start again.

“You probably should get that.” She tugged at his arm. “Sounds urgent.”

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