Page 44 of Take the Bait

“Again,” she gasped.

“As the lady wishes.”

He thrust into her so deep she thought he’d become a part of her. And maybe he had. Something inside her melted and then fused to him in the forge of their lovemaking. Two bodies became one. Two pleasures mingled and become a single towering passion carrying them up and out of themselves into a place of such transcendent joy their puny bodies couldn’t contain it. Their passion broke free and soared into the star-swept night crossing the universe, free of the bounds of time or gravity.

Through it all, Cam spoke words of praise, telling her how extraordinary she was, how good she felt, how great she made him feel, how special she was, and how he couldn’t get enough of her.

Eventually, as their lovemaking built toward a blindingly bright supernova, a moment of stillness came over them both. He seemed to run out of words, then, and merely stared at down at her in awe as she stared back in equal wonder. She had no words, either, but none were necessary.

The moment stretched to infinity as their passion completed its journey across the skies and slammed back into them, overtaking their bodies, their minds, their very souls.

They tumbled from the Milky Way back into the solar system, sweeping past the heavenly bodies, streaking past the moon, and falling like twin meteors, burning each other up in a fiery, frenzied trail of limbs and mouths, the slick slide of flesh, their bodies straining together toward their mutual demise.

With an apocalyptic crash, the found their final release together, their cries mingling as they both climaxed so hard they literally blacked out together for an endless, perfect instant that was both infinite and gone before they could fully grasp it.

Dani fell back onto the pillows, and Cam collapsed on top of her. They panted in unison, even their deep, exhausted breaths were in perfect simpatico, utterly spent…and newly reborn.

She was…changed. A completely different person than she’d been when Cam carried her through those doors a little while ago. A lifetime ago.

What they’d just done wasn’t just sex. It had been something more. Something that transcended their physical joining.

Or maybe she was just losing her mind.

“Wow,” Cam breathed. “I—” He seemed at a loss for words. “—Just wow.”

That was about all she could summon to mind as well. Wow. Double wow.

At some point, Cam gathered his muscles against hers and rolled onto his back, taking her with him to sprawl across his chest. Their limbs entwined, and she felt a driving need to press as much of her skin against his as she could manage.

Cam seemed to feel the same impulse, for he wrapped her up in his arms and held her close against his body. Every time she shifted even slightly, his arms tightened convulsively as if he was loathe to let her go even an inch away from him.

It took a long time for her breathing to recover. She might’ve been embarrassed at her lack of physical stamina if it hadn’t taken him fully as long to recover and for his pulse and respiration to settle and slow beneath her ear.

She didn’t know how much time passed before he murmured, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mmm hmm. You?”

“I’m never moving again. I’m staying right here with you until I die.”

She smiled against the warmth of his chest, turning her head to kiss his skin lazily. “Same.” She laid her head back down and listened lazily to the slow, steady thud of his heart, letting it lull her toward sleep.

She must’ve dozed because some time later, she woke to him pressing a soft, sweet kiss on the top of her head and whispering, “My God. You’re perfect.”

She drifted back to sleep, a smile on her lips, as deep peace settled in her heart. She’d found home. At last.

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Cam relaxed in the dark, enjoying the feel of Dani’s light breathing against his chest. He’d had plenty good sex in his day and a fair bit of what he’d thought was great sex. But nothing—nothing—came even close to what he and Dani had just done together.

What was it about her that made sex with her so much more…

…More what? He couldn’t even think of a word to describe what making love with her had been like. Which was odd, considering he prided himself on his eloquence and ability always to find the right words when he was making an argument.

The sex itself had been fantastic. Although he wasn’t sure that was a superlative enough word for it. But the emotional connection he’d felt with her had blown his mind. He was pretty sure she’d felt it, too. Either that, or tears always ran down her face in the aftermath of a dozen or so orgasms in quick succession.

It had felt as if she’d given her whole being to him—body, heart, and soul. The generosity of her gift had been staggering.

It had felt as if he’d given every part of himself to her, as well. There was something about this woman that called to him at a deep, visceral level. She broke down his emotional walls and made him want to bare himself to her. He wanted her to know everything about him, every good, bad, and ugly thing about his life. And he wanted to know everything about hers.

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