Page 65 of Summer Affair
No battery-powered or self-made variety, but a naturally occurring orgasm with another person.
When she came crashing down, Jillian rolled off him and flopped onto her back and both she and Clay lay there, hearts racing, staring at the ceiling, both of them grinning like they’d just …
“Wow,” she said, giddiness bubbling up like champagne on the tongue. Her smile was so big she was certain he could feel it.
“Yeah. Wow.”
“Is it always like—?”
“No.”
“So this was—?”
“Yeah,” he said as if he could only get a single word out at a time.
“Yeah,” she sighed.
“Me too.”
“Me never,” she said, a little embarrassed at her admission.
Dirk was more of a “me, myself, and I” kind of lover. When he was done, he was done. Period. Didn’t matter where Jillian was in the process, her needs didn’t matter.
“Did you say never? As innever?”
“Never. Not with someone.” She felt him turn his head to look at her. And when she met his gaze, he winked. She playfully nudged his shoulder with hers. “Don’t look so proud of yourself. No one likes a bragger.”
“Not bragging.” He paused long enough for his lips to quirk in an amused grin. “Strategizing.”
“About?”
“Making this a double your pleasure kind of night.”
“And what about your pleasure?”
His gaze raked down her naked body and he let out a low, very male sound of appreciation. And when he rolled on top of her, he was already hard again. “My pleasure is front and center.”
For Jillian, it was more than a pleasure. Sex with Clay was a life-altering experience.
A life-altering, game-changing, honest-to-god experience that had her free-falling off that precipice, hard and fast and all the way until she knew there was no coming back.
A long time later, Clay lay on his back with Jillian snuggled against his chest.
She was fast asleep, her breathing soft, and all her curvy parts pressed snug against his hard parts. Speaking of hard, he was ready to go again, which was mind-boggling. He’d never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Jillian.
He thought that as soon as they had sex it would relieve some of the tension building between them. But the more he had her, the more he wanted her. It defied logic.
After the second touchdown they’d made it to his bed, where he’d showed her some of his best moves, then she passed out in his arms.
Tonight had been the best date of his life. For the first time since his injury, he wasn’t stressing about returning to the game. He had this clarity, a confidence that he could make whatever he wanted to happen, happen.
Problem was, he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. Oh, he wanted to get back in the game, he just wasn’t sure if that was all he wanted.
He looked down to watch her sleep and found those bedroom eyes of hers, which always slayed him, looking back. Cheeks flushed, blonde hair falling around her shoulders, her lip gloss gone. She looked sex tousled.
“I see you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself,” she said, her voice rough with sleep.
“Three touchdowns is pretty impressive,” he teased.
