Page 14 of A Reason to Try

We both groaned as Dane pressed inside my tight sheath. It had been a while for me, but even so, no one I’d ever been with was in his class.

Holy fuck.

“You’re so wet. So fucking hot and wet,” he growled and claimed my lips, cupping my face with his large hands as his hips rocked into me.

I met his thrusts, rolling my hips to meet him, needing that connection. It shouldn’t have felt this way. Like we’d done this a thousand times. Like my body recognized his.

My eyes remained open, fixed on his stare as we built fires with our passion. Stoking the flames with every caress, every nibble, every claim we staked on each other.

I never did this. Had sex with someone I didn’t know. But something about this, about him, just felt so right.

I had zero expectations. I meant, for after we were finished satisfying this totally extraordinary desire we had for one another.

But the way he filled me, the way his thick dick seemed to stroke every inch of me, finding secret pleasures, well, that was already beyond any hopes or fantasies I’d ever built. Dane was a superb lover.

But something about the way he watched me, intent on bringing my pleasure to its greatest heights, well, that touched more than my body, that touched my soul.

“Dane,” I moaned as he started to move faster, harder, sliding in even deeper.

My clit throbbed, I needed to come. His lips closed around my neck, and he bit me once, making me gasp before rising to his knees.

“So fucking good. That’s it, Caro Darlin’. Take it, take me deeper,” he grunted, lifting me so I was practically sitting on his lap as he pounded into me.

“You’re so deep,” I moaned, arching into him, scratching his thighs as he brought me to new heights.

My gaze was stuck on Dane. This gorgeous mountain of a man looked like a god as he moved inside me.

So fucking hot and perfect.

His brows furrowed, and his chest started heaving. Dane lifted my legs, pressing them wider apart, then he reached for my clit, sliding it across the hardened nub, through the slick of my arousal, again and again, and again, until I was writhing beneath him.

“Need you to come, Caro Mine. Come for me. Now,” he grunted, pressing harder, and that was it.

I came. Hard.

My eyes widened as his movements grew jerky and I gasped as I watched Dane chase his own pleasure while drawing out mine. Endless aftershocks and flutters wracked my body as Dane pumped his hips once, twice more. Then finally, he froze, his expression so intense it was beautiful to watch.

I couldn’t have imagined when I received that email earlier this morning that this was where I would end up, having sex in the afternoon with a man I hardly knew while a storm thundered on outside. But even if I had known, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Dane slid out of my well-used sex, removing the condom with a tissue he pulled out of a box on the side table. He took two more and gently patted my pussy, making me squeak.

But he wasn’t done then. He grabbed the pillows and the throw blanket that were on the couch, and built us a tiny little makeshift bed, then he pulled me into his arms and snuggled me close.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” he whispered, kissing my temple as he held me.

I lifted my head, making sure he could see my eyes when I answered.

“You were perfect, Dane. Absolutely perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I smirked, dropping a soft kiss on his chest and reclaiming my spot there.

“You were perfect too, Caro Mine.”

I grinned as his chest vibrated with his rumbled words. Dane rubbed my back, kissing my head, and keeping me warm with his body, and it wasn’t too long before we both fell asleep.

Which would have been fine. If not for the fact he had thirty some-odd rugby players waiting to hear from him. Half of whom came barging into his cabin once the rain had stopped some ninety minutes or so later.

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