Page 49 of That Time in Venice
“You... feel... so... damn... good.” Reed growled in her ear. It was a raw and masculine sound. One that spoke of his need and illustrated hishunger.
Anika wrapped her arms around his neck and abandoned herself to the pleasure. She couldn’t get enough of him. Not his warm breath as it singed the side of her neck nor the way his body moved insideofhers.
She belonged to him, just as sure as if he’d tattooed his name on her spine. Completely. Each movement of their bodies confirming the truth—a truth she had tried to run from but failed miserably toescape.
They climaxed together, a tangle of sheets, limbs, and gasping cries. In the blinding rush of release, Anika squeezed her eyes shut and was certain she saw stars. The soul-shattering intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear. Reed muttered a litany of curse words as she gripped hissolidback.
Anika’s strangled cries faded into whimpers as she came down off her high and Reed collapsed on top of her. She twisted her head and pressed her cheek to his. Her fingers gently stroked the back of his neck where damp tendrils curled againsthisskin.
Staring up at the ceiling, a quick tremor ran through her at the enormity of the revelation that crossed her mind. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t simply an intense reaction to great sex. Their lovemaking was an experience unlike any she’d had with anyotherman.
She’d thought she’d made a mistake and equated sex with intimacy and passion with love. But that wasn’t the case. Everything she’d felt for him in Venice was real—vivid, whole,andtrue.
Her heart clenched as she faced the hard truth. She was completely in love with ReedStewart.
