I feel it in the way Dane holds me, soft and gentle, as he lowers me down onto the bed with him. It’s in the way he whispers my name almost reverently as he starts to pepper slow, tender kisses down my body. It’s in the way I arch into his touch, my body reacting to his every caress like it’s the first time I’ve ever experienced anything like this.
Hell, it might as well be.
‘Gorgeous,’ Dane murmurs as I finish discarding the last piece of clothing I have on. His eyes are dark and heavy and I feel my entire body flush as his heated gaze takes its time roving over me. ‘Have I ever told you that?’
‘You might’ve mentioned it once or twi—Ah.’ My words and any hope of coherent thought are drowned out by the whimper he coaxes out of me as he leans forward and catches my nipple in his mouth. ‘Not fair.’
I shudder as his chuckle reverberates through me, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, every moan that falls from my lips seems to spur him on. I feel his lips curve into a grin as he brings up his free hand to palm at my other breast while his tongue rolls torturous circles around my nipple.
I wiggle beneath him impatiently, desperate for more. He takes the hint and satisfaction surges through me as his free hand skitters down my body and gives my pussy one firm but gentle stroke.
‘God.’
I’ve never been this vocal before in bed, but Dane somehow knows exactly what to do to have me keening beneath him.
How?
How can it possibly be this good?
I see stars as he slips a finger between my lips, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit.
I suddenly feel it – that telltale building of pleasure in the pit of my stomach.
That feeling of déjà vu is back again. Suddenly it’s two and a half years ago and I’m back in my bedroom, pinning all my hopes on Dane for an orgasm.
‘Relax, baby.’ Dane slides his finger out of me and I immediately miss his touch. He comes to sit beside me on the bed and pulls me onto his lap as he goes. I probably enjoy that a little too much. The way he can effortlessly lift me up like I’m a doll.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself forward until my breasts are flush against his chest. ‘I am relaxed.’
‘You’re not.’ He starts rubbing soothing circles into my thighs. ‘You’re overthinking things.Relax.’
I do what he says and try to force my brain to switch off. I allow myself to lean into the abundance of pleasant sensations currently coursing through me as Dane’s fingers dance back down towards my pussy.
‘I wish you could see yourself right now,’ Dane says, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper by this point. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby.’ He slips in another finger and curls them both inside me. My entire body shakes, but Dane holds me firmly in place with his other hand. ‘Did you pack your toy?’
I freeze and my throat suddenly feels dry. ‘Huh?’
Dane looks at me in amusement. He shifts slightly and slides his fingers out of me. The movement jostles me a littleand I get another taste of delicious friction as his dick slides against my clit.
‘Did you bring your toy?’ he asks again.
‘Why?’
He raises a brow. ‘So we can use it. Like I said. Remember?’
I nod furiously. It’ll be a long time before I ever forget that particular phone call. ‘I guess I just thought you meant we’d use it after.’
His expression turns serious. There’s no trace of any humour in it now. ‘After what?’
The urge to reach for a blanket to cover myself up right now is all-consuming. Every inch of me feels hot and not in a good way. ‘After you finish,’ I manage to force out. ‘Then we’d do me.’
He sits upright fully but grabs my thighs and keeps me in place so I’m still sitting flush against him. ‘Eliott, baby. No.’
My heart stops.
This is it. The moment I’ve been dreading. Dane’s finally realised that sex with me isn’t going to be as fun as he thinks. That the idea of getting me off is too much work for him to bother with. I try to slide off him, but he brings both hands up to my face and cups my cheeks.
I’m straddling him, completely naked, but the way he’s holding my face right now is more intimate than anything we’ve done tonight.