Page 58 of Falling Madly
“I’m so close,” I gasped as I tilted my hips for a little more friction.
He tightened his grip on me. I was so incredibly charged, a feather could have sent me over the edge. I was done. I was finished. The orgasm ripped through me, making my hips move on their own, my muscles spasming out of control. He followed with a deep growl, pumping his release inside of me.
I collapsed against him as we panted in unison. “That was insane.”
“Did you… come?” The concern in his voice sent a ripple of laughter through me.
“You’re funny,” I said, wiping my eyes, then hugged him. “Don’t worry, Trevor. You took very good care of me.”
“Okay, good.”
The air was starting to feel cold against my skin, so I reluctantly peeled myself off him. We got out of the tub, wrappedourselves in towels, then collapsed on the bed. He pulled me to his side, and I nuzzled into his warm skin. There was no going back. I’d slept with him,reallyslept with him, and it had been too good. Too good to ignore. I was supposed to be scratching an itch, but now I knew how he could make me feel, I wanted him even more. This was not a slippery slope. It was a scary, arm-flailing free fall.
Trevor pulled a blanket over us, and I relaxed even further, letting the incredible warmth lull me to the brink of sleep. Last night had been a struggle, with sore muscles and discomfort. Trevor had slept on the cold, hard floor. He must have been exhausted.
It wasn’t long before I noticed his breathing deepen and slow down. He was asleep.
I raised to my elbows, gazing at him. He was a beautiful man, under all that scruff. Solid and strong. My heart clenched as I looked at him, the countless eyelashes resting against his cheekbones, faint creases in the corners of his eyes. He still looked young, but with a hint of wear and tear. Had he really changed? Had I changed? Did we really have a chance to make this work?
The bedroom felt exposed with no curtains, but the snowfall behind the window acted like a privacy screen, offering little visibility, and dimming the daylight. I imagined us floating inside a white cloud, hiding from the world below. How I wanted to keep hiding.
When I heard the knock, I first thought it was the wind throwing something against the wall. But then I heard it again, and my heart jumped up to my throat. Someone was at the door!
Was it the driver taking me back to the city?
“Trevor!” I nudged him, then jumped off the bed to frantically gather my clothes and pull them on.
He lifted his head as I hobbled across the floor, tugging up my elf leggings. Why hadn’t I brought our bags to the bedroom? I wanted my own clothes!
Someone banged on the door again. I was dressed now. “Get dressed!” I hissed at Trevor on my way out.
Chapter Twenty-One
Teresa
Iopened the door to two snow-covered individuals, smiling with excitement. Bess and Charlie!
“That’s some weather,” Charlie huffed, as they shook off the excess snow and came inside. “Made for a slow drive, but here we are.”
“You haven’t killed each other yet?” Bess gave me an unsure smile, looking over my shoulder.
“He’s… um, taking a shower. We had a bit of a rough night at the office last night.”
She raised her brow. “A rough night?”
“An indoor camping experience.”
“Sounds great.” Charlie laughed. “How’s the office?”
“Pretty good for camping,” I said. “Probably better as an office, though. And will be infinitely more comfortable with furniture.”
“You coming around to Cozy Creek?” Bess shot me a hopeful smile, and I smiled back.
“It’s cute,” I said noncommittally.
“Speaking of cute, what are you wearing?” Bess scanned my elf outfit.
“Yeah… I didn’t have anything comfortable for the night, so Trevor found this at a laundromat.”
