Her enamel nip at my ear and a shiver runs via my physique from head to toe as her hips buck and her weight pins me to the mattress. Her palms discover mine and our fingers thread as her lips cowl mine. Our tongues meet and her physique squeezes me so tightly my cock pulses in protest.

We match collectively completely, and each transfer she makes solely inflames me extra. I’m engulfed by need, by this blazing want for her. And with the scent of flowers in my nostril, her candy odor, and the style of her mouth, I’m addicted.

There’s no approach I can ever let her stroll away. I can by no means go one other evening with out her by my facet, in my mattress, her physique twisted up with mine as we drift off to sleep.

As if she will be able to learn my ideas, she pulls again, her gaze locked on mine as she continues shifting, rocking my whole world. “You’re mine tonight, Clifton.” The way in which my identify sounds on her lips has my abdomen tightening and the breath squeezing from my lungs. Her lips contact my chin, path alongside my jaw to my ear, the place her velvet tongue tickles my lobe. Her lips press to my temple, her enamel scrape my jaw, her palms maintain mine tight and she or he continues pinning me to the mattress, her physique shifting in a rhythm as outdated because the universe.

I watch her transfer, loving her stunning hair, the scrumptious curves of her physique, the imperfections that give her extra depth and wonder. I need to see all of her, to really feel each secret, to style each inch of her.

And as pleasure builds deep inside me, I do know that the evening is about to implode, leaving us trembling and exhausted and wrapped up in each other. I can’t consider a greater option to spend my night.

As my physique tightens up and pleasure screams via each nerve ending, I hear her whispering, however I can’t make out the phrases as she kisses, nibbles, and tastes my face, neck, and shoulders. She’s perfection.

Her palms lastly launch me and she or he pulls aside earlier than sliding to my facet, throwing one leg over my hips and an arm throughout my ribs.

I would like to scrub up, however I don’t need to disturb the second. However with each passing second, I do know I must stand up.

“I’ll be proper again,” I say, lifting up on my elbows. She clings tighter to me for a second, then lets me go along with a sleepy smile.

In her rest room, I clear up after which stand, holding onto the sides of her sink and looking at myself within the mirror. The person staring again at me is cut up into two halves – the logical facet who is aware of our lives are perpetually difficult by this, and the opposite facet of me that may’t think about one other evening with out her by my facet.

Neither man is me within the second; the person who simply needs to put beside her, pull her into my arms, and ponder how very small we’re within the vastness of existence and the way fleeting our time right here really is.

As an alternative, I end washing my palms and make my approach again out to her facet. In mattress, she’s relaxed, seemingly drifting off to sleep already. I climb into her mattress subsequent to her and she or he smiles at me, snuggling in like a candy kitten. She pulls my arm throughout her ribs and tangles her legs with mine in a approach that seems like coming residence. “Welcome again,” she whispers.

“Thanks,” I say, urgent a kiss to her brow as she smiles. Working my hand via her silken hair, I ponder how the hell I’m so fortunate as to have gotten to spend this time along with her. She’s beautiful perfection.

“I’d sleep now.” She sounds as if she’s already on the brink.

“So sleep,” I pull the blankets up over her and maintain her shut as her breaths deepen and she or he drifts off to sleep.

I inhale her delicate scent, conscious I can nonetheless style her on my lips and really feel her softness on my pores and skin. For the primary time in a very long time, I lastly really feel as if I’m proper the place I belong.

Chapter Sixteen

Emma

I open my eyes and see Clifton’s good-looking face subsequent to mine on the pillow. His chest rises and falls softly, one arm draped throughout my waist, the opposite up behind his head as he stretches out on his again. His heat breath stirs the tiny hairs on my neck and I grapple with the sudden feelings welling inside me.

Clearly, final evening was not simply an unimaginable, impossibly good dream. I nearly want all of it had been a dream; that might be a lot simpler to cope with immediately. That is to not say I am sad with what occurred final evening – I am not – however I am not likely positive the way to transfer ahead both.

How do I face him after the superb evening we shared?

I ought to be completely happy, proper? Even when he was driving me loopy and I hated him, I’ve to confess that perhaps my ex was proper – I believe I had a crush on him even then.

So why am I experiencing a critical sense of dread this morning?

Perhaps as a result of I’d simply had a one evening stand with a coworker.

Perhaps as a result of that coworker is each my associate and the boss’s son.

Perhaps as a result of navigating this charged surroundings round us has already been a problem, and now issues are going to be downright inconceivable to handle.

I research the horny curves of his face, misplaced in thought. He’s sensible, good-looking, and profitable. And he’s actually calmed down and located his place within the agency. We’re not at one another’s throats, we discovered stable floor with each other – one thing I by no means would have suspected we might do – and now we’ve messed all the things up by falling into mattress collectively on the literal first alternative.

However I’d felt secure with him final evening. I’d felt fascinating, needed, and hungry for contact. I needed to share the time and expertise with him. Nonetheless, within the harsh gentle of day, I can’t assist however fear that we have made a mistake. A mistake we will’t take again or repair. How are we going to work collectively now?

Perhaps I’m overthinking issues. Maybe I’ll really feel higher after I eat; low blood sugar or one thing has me all in knots. I don’t know.

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