Page 106 of Tactically Acquired

How many more sunsets or sunrises would I have? Part of me wished that I had been born blind. Then I would never know about the beauty I would be missing when it was all gone. It seemed so cruel for it to be ripped away from me when I still had so many years left to live. I volleyed back and forth between depression over my sight being torn away and appreciation that I had the opportunity to see the beauty in the world before it left me for good. Not everyone got that chance.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“I’m good,” I answered, trying to prevent my teeth from chattering. I didn’t want to go in yet.

He shifted beside me, and then he pulled me into his arms, wrapping his warmth around me. My eyes slipped closed as I inhaled his scent. My fingers dug into his shirt, tugging him closer to me as I snuggled into his massive chest. I shouldn’t be allowing myself to get this close to him. It was one thing to have sex with him, but this…this was too intimate. It would make me want things I would never have.

But I was here and so was he, and I desperately wanted to hang onto this feeling of being wrapped in comfort for just a few more minutes.

Before I knew it, my eyes were growing heavy and the stars were no longer my focus. Instead, all I cared about was burying my face against him and feeling loved and cherished by someone other than Spencer. Even if it was only in my mind, I could pretend for tonight.

I jerked awake as my body went weightless. I gripped Slider’s shirt tight as he lifted me off the ground and started walking toward the house. For just a second, I was confused by what was happening, but then the fog cleared and I remembered what was happening.

“I can walk,” I mumbled, though there was very little effort in my words.

His lips grazed my forehead as he carried me into the warmth. I was vaguely aware of someone else in the room as we walked inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All too soon, he was laying me down in bed and helping me with my clothes. There was nothing sexual about it, and for once, I was grateful that my earlier attempts to seduce him hadn’t made this awkward for us.

His warm hands brushed against my skin, only touching me where he absolutely needed to, and then he pulled away, tugging the covers over me. I grabbed his hand, desperate for the first time in my life to have a man lay beside me for the night with no intentions other than to have a warm body beside me.

“Stay,” I said, my voice pleading with him when I couldn’t really see him in the dark.

I swallowed hard as I waited for some kind of answer. He didn’t give one, but he did squeeze my hand. For a second, my stomach dropped as he walked out the door. He was leaving. I buried my face in the pillow and refused to let the tears flow. I would not cry over a man.

The snick of the door made me flinch and when I looked up, I saw his shadow moving around the bed. He came back. His arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me flush against him. His hand settled on my stomach, his thumb brushing in a soothing pattern over my belly button.

Smiling, I rested my hand over his and closed my eyes, finally able to relax. He was here. He didn’t leave me. I would have this one night with him. I wasn’t naive enough to think this would happen again, but for tonight, he was with me and I could pretend he was mine.

It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep, and I could have sworn that as I was drifting off, I felt his lips on mine, softly whispering that it would be okay.

As the warmth of the morning washed over me, I became particularly aware of two things. One, that I slept better than I had in all my life, and two, that Slider was not only holding me tighter than last night, but he was actually pressing his lips to my neck as he ground his cock against my ass.

A flood of lust swept over me as his hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast. My body clenched at the first pinch of his fingers on my nipple. I shuddered as his teeth nipped at my ear, then sucked the lobe into his mouth.

“Slider,” I moaned, arching my back, inadvertently pressing my ass into him.

He groaned, punching his hips forward as he flicked my tight bud.

I didn’t dare to hope that this time he wouldn’t back out. That was just the way things had gone. But I was desperate for his touch, and this time, the connection was even stronger than before. This wasn’t just lust after what happened last night.

It was something more, but I couldn’t yet define it.

Just as I peered over my shoulder to look into his eyes, his mouth descended on mine, swallowing my moans as his hand trailed down my stomach and disappeared beneath my pajama pants. I squirmed under his touch as he rolled me to my back for better access. I gasped as two thick fingers plunged deep inside me, filling me so good.

“Slider,” I moaned breathlessly.

“Say it again, baby.”

This time when I moaned, I cried out his name as his fingers hit just the right spot, sending me over the edge in just seconds.My body shuddered around his fingers, shattering me and any illusion I had that I could let this just be sex.

I didn’t wait for my orgasm to slow before I tore his boxers down and straddled his legs, staring at his beautiful, thick cock.

“Audrey,” he said uncertainly.

My eyes flicked to his, and there was a moment of hesitation. Not because I didn’t want this, but because I wished I could see him fully, that once again, my condition wasn’t robbing me of this moment.

No. It’s not. Just feel.

I closed my eyes and slowly sank down on his cock as his fingers dug into my hips. When I wasn’t concentrating on trying to see, I let my other senses open up and fill in the holes. I ran my hands over his smooth skin as I settled on him, letting his length fill me so deep.Touch.I wiggled my hips, feeling every inch of him inside me, the way his thick cock twitched when I ground my pussy against him. I brushed my fingers over his chest, memorizing the sleek curves of his pecs over his rugged abs and down to the smattering of hair that led down to his groin. His muscles clenched, his abdomen a steel wall under my fingertips as I played with that thin line of hair.

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