Page 120 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

“One of your promises for this night was to get naked along with me. To put your body against mine. I want to see you just like you’re seeing me.”

He watched me as he lowered his pants, kicking them off. His boxers were next, and the sight of him made me suck in a breath. Gorgeous.

“Jesus, Perry. You look like you want to eat me alive.”

I smiled, knowing that was exactly how I felt. I’d never wanted a cock down my throat so badly in my life.

I reached for him but he grabbed my hand. “You skipped over my first promise. The one where I make you feel so good. For hours.”

“You never said hours.”

Those were my last words for a while. He slipped two fingers inside me easily and my back arched. When his teeth grazed my nipple and his palm rubbed over my clit, I was done for. I couldn’t do much except squirm and moan. Forget speaking; I was too busy screaming out orgasms.

He wouldn’t let me touch him for longer than seconds at a time, telling me we had plenty more opportunities for that. I was already plotting all the ways I’d drive him insane. Mmm….

After I was thoroughly touched, licked, sucked,worshipped, I lazily opened an eye and noticed him rolling on a condom.

“No,” I said.

His expression indicated that he’d misunderstood me. I held out my arms and pulled him down to me, kissing him with all the passion that he’d given me. I snaked my hand around and removed it from him, finally getting the chance to stroke his cock as I wanted. Pure steel. My body was begging me to take it deep inside.

“Perry….” A deep warning sound left his throat.

“You know I’ve never had sex without one.” I ran the length of him through my wetness and he shivered. Ilovedseeing him come undone, even if it was just a fraction of what he’d done to me. “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t.” He shifted over, but I wasn’t letting go that easily. “Fuck, Perry. You have to stop right now or I won’t until I’m buried inside you.”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.” He already knew I was on the pill because he’d seen them on my dresser. “If what we have is different, then I want it to be truly different. I want us to experience something that we’ve never experienced with anyone else.”

His beautiful irises darkened as he grasped both of my hands and pinned them over my head. Then he angled himself between my thighs and locked his eyes on mine. The moment before he entered me, I had only one thought.

I love you.

In the morning he was gone.

I had an unfamiliar flutter of panic as I patted my hand over his side of the bed. Usually, I’d have the opposite reaction. When was the last time I’d truly cared if a guy stuck around? That’d be never.

However, Stephen couldn’t be lumped in with other guys. That had never been more apparent to me as that morning. The sense of loss hit me hard, and I would’ve felt pathetic if I hadn’t reminded myself that I was still adjusting to this newfound love. Was it normal to have something feel so incredible and suck monkey balls all at the same time?

My heart leapt into my throat and would’ve kept going if I hadn’t remembered that I was inhisbed inhishouse. Wherever he went, it wouldn’t be far. Relief flooded through me. All right, maybe I was just the teensiest bit pathetic, but it wouldn’t kill me. I could be both pathetic and proud.

I rolled over and buried my face in the sheets, his scent awakening me a little more. That’s when it all came back to me. Work. Those fuckers had called him in the middle of the night because of a severe outage, something about a major system crashing. All I knew was that it was important enough to take him away from me. We’d just wound down and I was dozing in his arms. Actually, I was closer to comatose, but I did remember him either swearing or apologizing while throwing on clothes. I’d been so thoroughly fucked that all I could do was mumble incoherently and fall back asleep.

I was kindled all over again from the memory. His initial gentle thrusts had made me moan out his name while I drank in his expression, but his hard ones took away any last remnants of control. I forever became lost to him. Over and over and over again.

I knew he felt the same because he’d reminded me of that often. And every time he made love to me, fucked me passionately, took me in a different position, came inside me, he forever became lost to me too.

Man, was love always this sappy? Fuck if I knew, but it did make for some mind-blowing sex with a person I adored even outside the bedroom. That had to account for something.

All this reminiscing about the best night of my life had me spreading my legs, sliding my hand down my stomach, smoothing over—ow! Damn, I was sore. I could barely touch myself. I wondered how well I’d be able to walk that day. The man was truly blessed.

I hobbled downstairs instead to get something to eat. My stomach was raging at me. I didn’t think I’d ever been so hungry in the morning. Lots of firsts to celebrate lately. I’d just popped a cinnamon bagel in the toaster when my phone went off. I went into the family room where I’d left my purse and pulled it out.

This is without a doubt the worst timing I’ve ever experienced in my life to date. Looking forward to later when you can make it all better.

My face almost cracked in two as I held the phone to my chest. Fuck it. I gave myself permission to be as pathetic as I wanted.

Can’t wait. Any idea of a time?

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