Page 188 of Back in the Saddle

I didn’t get a chance.

Because he whispered, “Christ, Jessie. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

It happened then.

That was when I knew it was over.

I was done.

We could have unprotected sex not only because I was on birth control and I trusted that he was safe, but because he was the only man I was ever going to sleep with again.

I was in love with him.

And yes, as time went by, I would continue to fall deeper and deeper into that state.

I wanted to get a cat with him (and then maybe a dog).

I wanted to live with him.

I wanted to have babies with him.

And, if he insisted, I was going to marry him (though, he’d have to put up with a black wedding dress, no DJ, no dancing, no toasts, none of that traditional shit (however, I could do flowers), just him, me, a ceremony, lots of food and drink and a big party…because I was me and that was the only way I’d do it).

I didn’t know how he knew where I was in my head. Perhaps it was the tears I felt shimmering in my eyes.

But this perfect moment became more perfect when he answered all my thoughts with one word.

“Yeah.”

Oh shit.

I was about to sob, but fortunately I didn’t, because he kissed me and started to move inside.

I dug sex, if it was good.

I liked to fuck, especially. And I was down with getting more than a little nasty.

But I didn’t realize until that moment that never in my entire life had a man made love to me.

Braydon occasionally tried it, and I knew what he was going for.

But he always failed.

I knew that now for certain, because Eric was making love to me.

Kissing me then nuzzling me and whispering to me how beautiful he thought I was, how good I felt, how tight I clutched him, how much he liked it, how wet and hot I felt around him, how gorgeous he thought that was.

Through this, our hands were linked, fingers through fingers, as, with my free hand, I roamed the wonderland of the skin and muscles of his back and ass and let him love me with his body, his words, his movements.

Truth, I had never felt more loved than I felt in those moments with Eric.

Another truth, I’d never in my life felt precious, except right then.

So it was unsurprising when the gently lapping waves suddenly washed in with a tsunami of an orgasm, I wasn’t expecting it. Not for it to happen yet, but especially not for it to be that all-consuming.

It was my world, and I was lost in it.

No.

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