encounters still clung to the sheets, a strangely effective aphrodisiac as it turned out. The hard wall of muscle pressing against her back and the rough hair on his long legs entwined with her shorter ones felt foreign, yet comforting. His breath, hot on her neck, seemed almost as intimate as the joining of their bodies, which, for the first time since they’d entered the hotel room, proceeded at a languorous tempo.
His body had become a drug for her. She couldn’t get enough. She’d had more orgasms in this one night than she could remember having in the entirety of her previous life. Unwilling to let memories intrude on the present, she forced the thoughts away, focusing instead on the steady slide of hard muscle between her legs, impaling her with slow, deliberate strokes that stoked the banked fires of her desire.
She drifted in a mindless state of bliss, absorbing the feel of him surrounding her, inside her. With one hand, he cradled her head resting on the steel of his biceps while his free hand traced the curves of her body.
His touch had ignited a fire under her skin, one that warmed her to her soul. He’d worshipped her body, caressing one minute, arousing the next, until her breasts had ached for more.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Shannon jerked up straight in her seat. She hoped the darkened interior would hide the rush of heat to her cheeks at being caught daydreaming about being with this man . If he only knew how much last night meant. But he could never know. They’d both wanted a casual hook-up, and that’s all their night together had been. That’s all it can ever be.
“Just thinking about my day.”
“Lots of things to do?”
She closed her eyes, chuckling to herself at the small talk. He didn’t want to know about her day. Why would he? He had a daughter to go home to, and she had…nothing. “Oh yeah, lots.” The fib tripped easily off her tongue.
“I’d say I’m sorry for keeping you out all night, but I’m not.” He swung the pickup into the makeshift camp behind the faire. She pointed out her motor home, a monstrosity she’d learned to drive out of necessity. He pulled up in front, putting the gearshift in park.
This was the moment she’d dreaded ever since she’d come down to earth from that last, sanity-stealing orgasm. She’d been in enough emotional trouble from the other times, but the one in the early hours of the morning had been her undoing. If she gave herself half a chance, she could fall for this man, but she didn’t do relationships. Not anymore.
She allowed her lips to curve up in a tiny smile that in no way matched the roiling kettle of feelings inside her. If Steve caught even a glimpse of her tumultuous emotions, he’d run screaming. She didn’t want to scare him. He was too nice a guy, and what he’d done for her was nothing less than a miracle, but she couldn’t tell him that either, so she opted for making her abrupt request to be taken home seem as casual as possible. “Thanks.” She curled her fingers around the door latch. “For everything. I had a good time.” The best time of my life.
“I should be thanking you and apologizing, too. I’m not usually so…rough.”
Heat washed over her entire body at the mention of those first times. She didn’t know which she had liked the most, those or the last time when he’d been nothing but gentle and loving. They’d all been special in their own unique ways and exactly what she’d needed when she needed it. If he’d been tender with her at first, she probably wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. Taking her hard and fast hadn’t given her brain or her body time to process the soul-deep fear underlying her need.
“Please, don’t apologize. For anything.”
Before she said anything more incriminating, she pushed the door open and hopped to the ground. Without looking back, she made her way to her mobile abode and stepped inside. The privacy curtains over the windshield
His body had become a drug for her. She couldn’t get enough. She’d had more orgasms in this one night than she could remember having in the entirety of her previous life. Unwilling to let memories intrude on the present, she forced the thoughts away, focusing instead on the steady slide of hard muscle between her legs, impaling her with slow, deliberate strokes that stoked the banked fires of her desire.
She drifted in a mindless state of bliss, absorbing the feel of him surrounding her, inside her. With one hand, he cradled her head resting on the steel of his biceps while his free hand traced the curves of her body.
His touch had ignited a fire under her skin, one that warmed her to her soul. He’d worshipped her body, caressing one minute, arousing the next, until her breasts had ached for more.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Shannon jerked up straight in her seat. She hoped the darkened interior would hide the rush of heat to her cheeks at being caught daydreaming about being with this man . If he only knew how much last night meant. But he could never know. They’d both wanted a casual hook-up, and that’s all their night together had been. That’s all it can ever be.
“Just thinking about my day.”
“Lots of things to do?”
She closed her eyes, chuckling to herself at the small talk. He didn’t want to know about her day. Why would he? He had a daughter to go home to, and she had…nothing. “Oh yeah, lots.” The fib tripped easily off her tongue.
“I’d say I’m sorry for keeping you out all night, but I’m not.” He swung the pickup into the makeshift camp behind the faire. She pointed out her motor home, a monstrosity she’d learned to drive out of necessity. He pulled up in front, putting the gearshift in park.
This was the moment she’d dreaded ever since she’d come down to earth from that last, sanity-stealing orgasm. She’d been in enough emotional trouble from the other times, but the one in the early hours of the morning had been her undoing. If she gave herself half a chance, she could fall for this man, but she didn’t do relationships. Not anymore.
She allowed her lips to curve up in a tiny smile that in no way matched the roiling kettle of feelings inside her. If Steve caught even a glimpse of her tumultuous emotions, he’d run screaming. She didn’t want to scare him. He was too nice a guy, and what he’d done for her was nothing less than a miracle, but she couldn’t tell him that either, so she opted for making her abrupt request to be taken home seem as casual as possible. “Thanks.” She curled her fingers around the door latch. “For everything. I had a good time.” The best time of my life.
“I should be thanking you and apologizing, too. I’m not usually so…rough.”
Heat washed over her entire body at the mention of those first times. She didn’t know which she had liked the most, those or the last time when he’d been nothing but gentle and loving. They’d all been special in their own unique ways and exactly what she’d needed when she needed it. If he’d been tender with her at first, she probably wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. Taking her hard and fast hadn’t given her brain or her body time to process the soul-deep fear underlying her need.
“Please, don’t apologize. For anything.”
Before she said anything more incriminating, she pushed the door open and hopped to the ground. Without looking back, she made her way to her mobile abode and stepped inside. The privacy curtains over the windshield
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