Page 32 of Glamour and Grit

“You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe, why don’t you try and find my limit?”

He mashes his mouth on top of my own with a powerful kiss. My heart thumps into overdrive. Blood thunders through my veins, carrying signals of fiery passion with every touch of Dane’s skin against my own.

Dane rears up, his sinuous body moving like a serpent. He grabs my legs and flips me over onto my belly as if I weigh nothing.

He climbs on top of me, his body sliding over my skin. A guttural moan forces its way out of my lips as he grabs me under the hips and lifts my haunches in the air.

I feel him warm and firm against my thighs. I lift my hips in the air, inviting him back inside. Tomorrow can take care of itself, right now I’m only worried about tonight.

I bury my face in the blankets as he glides in past all of my defenses. Dane lets out a tight gasp as his hips slap into my own for the first time. I lean back into him, my mouth flying open.

His hand grabs my hair near the scalp and pulls back firmly, but not violently. Plenty firm, though, giving him more control over my body. The extra tension helps build to an even bigger release. I can feel myself careening toward the edge of a monstrous crescendo. It’s almost scary, like going over the first big dip in a roller coaster.

He pulls back hard as he finishes inside of me. My sharp gasp becomes a sharper scream as I fly over the precipice and lose myself in the most intense physical delight I’ve ever known. It’s like golden fire pumps through my body with every heaving convulsion, every ragged gasp which blasts back out of my mouth as a wanton cry.

We collapse together on the bed, our sweat mingling together. Hepulls me close, spooning me with his leanly muscled body. I nestle up against him, patting his arm as if to say, ‘good job, buddy.’ I haven’t had that intense of an orgasm in…well, ever.

“Selene, I could do this forever.”

I laugh and wriggle my bottom against him.

“Your spirit is willing, but your flesh is a bit on the soft side and you’re about to fall asleep.”

“I am not.”

So he says, about ten seconds before his first snore hits my ear. I sigh and let my eyes close. It’s not long before I drift off to sleep, too. The nightmare about Justin does not return, thankfully. I don’t know if it’s because I already had it once tonight, or if being in Dane’s arms is the cure for night terrors.

All I know is, it feels like dreamless oblivion has consumed me when I open my eyes some time later. I have a confusing moment where I don’t know what time it is. What time did we even get to the compound? Late afternoon? And then I’d taken a nap, and we ate, and had wild, passionate sex…and then I’d slept.

I finally manage to wriggle out from under Dane without waking him and check the phone. Three in the morning. Well, my sleep schedule has been torpedoed all to Hell. I should try to go back to sleep, but I’m not sure if I can.

I roll over onto my stomach. It was fine and dandy to put off my emotions when I was in the heat of the moment. It’s quite another thing to be so cavalier with my feelings now that those passions have cooled, albeit temporarily.

I look over at the sleeping Dane and sigh. How in the Hell did this happen? I wound up in bed with him in record time. Shouldn't I regret that? Or feel like a slut? For some reason I don’t, and that’s what really scares me.

Because I should be regretting this. Dane is all wrong for me. We’re so different, in so many ways. People tell me I wear my heart on my sleeve, sometimes to my detriment. But Dane takes it in the exact opposite direction, to the extreme. He doesn’t want to give anything away.

That makes our lovemaking all the more precious. Not everyone gets this kind of access to Dane. Only now, I’m starting to worry. Have I gone too far, too fast?

Isn’t it just a matter of time before Dane proves that he’s a typical man and lets me down?

I always feel this way after I sleep with a guy. But usually, the sex isn’t all that great. Or even downright bad.

By contrast, this was the most mind-blowing sensual experience I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it could be this good, honestly. I always thought men couldn’t get past their own orgasm enough to care about mine, except on a superficial, trophy level.

It was obvious that Dane found my pleasure important. So we clicked in bed, and then some. Did that mean we could click in other areas of our lives?

I’m dancing around the question burning the most at the back of my mind: Does this thing I have with Dane have legs? Will it last, or is this just a fling?

I really want it to be more, but I can’t, I won’t, hope for it to be that. I have to accept the fact that a really strange circumstance pushed myself and Dane together.

I doubt we would have naturally met in real life, because we run in different circles. We might have bumped into each other because my cousin Emory is with Cole from the Platinum Security office, but most likely not. I mean, Dane doesn’t even want to work for the firm long term.

I have to accept that we might not have anything more to look forward to than a purely physical relationship. One that will very likely end once my brother is found and we’re out of danger.

So I’ll let myself have this thing, whatever it is, with Dane. I won’t let him into my heart, however. I’m going to keep that walled off so I don’t get hurt. I really don’t want to get hurt again.