Page 60 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

The spike of lust that hit her nearly shot her off the bed. “Well, that helps. Anything in particular you like?”

Rolling onto his side, he hitched up on an elbow and placed one hand on her belly. “Specifically…” His fingertips brushed a trail down to the juncture between her legs. “I like to hear you moan.” He dipped inside, leisurely stroking with two fingers. “I like to watch that smart mouth go all soft.” His thumb brushed her clit.

The jolt had her back arching off the mattress.

As he caressed her in slow circles, electric heat coursed through her, and her heart beat so wildly she could only take short, quick breaths.

“I like to see your tits jiggle.” He leaned over and kissed the hard bead of her nipple. “And now, I’m going to see what you taste like.” As he straddled her and shifted back, his hands glided from her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to the tops of her thighs. He spread her wide and lowered his face between her legs.

That first swipe of his tongue ignited a flash fire. “Oh, God.” The second had her hips twisting. And the third had her fingers clutching fistfuls of hair.

His tongue explored and teased, and when she moaned, when her fingers flexed, he stayedright there. He drove her to the highest peak and left her teetering on the edge. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh myGod.”

Her body burned, her nerves sparked, and her eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure was so intense she lost her sense of time and place. She was nothing but delicious tension. And just when she didn’t think she could take another second, she exploded, her body spiraling across a sky blazing with stars.

It was unrelenting, one climax after another. She didn’t know what was happening to her, only that she existed in a state of pure bliss. And she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted to come down to earth.

The aftershocks held her suspended in time and space, and she rode the wave to shore. Finally, her bottom hit the mattress, her fists unclenched, and she gazed up at the log ceiling and sighed.

“And one last thing.” His hands squeezed her thighs. “I like to see you come.”

“Mm.” Little tremors kept her smiling. “That was unreal.”

He lay down beside her, their bodies lined up but not touching.

She reached for his hand, but he didn’t respond. It lay limp and lifeless. “It’s okay if you want to snuggle. I won’t think less of you.”

“I don’t snuggle. Don’t take it personally.”

She couldn’t help but take it a little personally, but instead of dwelling on it, she chose to marvel that sex could actually feel like that. It might be her first hookup, but she’d never regret it. “You’ve ruined me for other men.” Except…he wasn’t responding. She glanced over to see the humor had gone. He’d shut down and gone serious again.

And now that the sex haze had worn off, she didn’t like that at all.

This is probably what he does.

After a hookup, he goes stone cold.

It’s how he delivers a message.

Just because it was great sex doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen between us.

It made her feel dirty and used, and she didn’t like it. She wanted to stay in her bubble. And to do that, she needed to get away from him. “Well, I’m going to grab my waffle now.”

ChapterTwelve

Lorelei got out of bed,threw on thegrannysweatshirt, and headed out of the room. At the door, she stopped. She shouldn’t have done it. She should’ve kept on going, but she couldn’t help herself. She glanced at him over her shoulder and found him watching her like a predator.

So, she flipped the hem up, exposing her ass, and then continued into the kitchen.

He didn’t follow, and that was fine.

It’s not about me.

She knew he was as into it as she was. It was just that he shied away from intimacy.

This is a grown-ass man who’s never had a girlfriend.

Whatever.The sex had been great. In fact, it had healed some of the broken parts of her. And that helped her shrug it off and not be as upset about it. So, she’d make enough for two and bring it into the bedroom. He’d be hungry, too.

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