lips,
It was like riding on a wave. Rolling wet heat carried her soft and light into a cloud of sweet, gentle sensations.
It was so good.
So, so good.
Gia whimpered.
Luke reached between their bodies, his fingers finding that sweet spot he knew she loved.
Her body exploded in a flash.
Bright, intense, mind-blowing.
The orgasm ripped through her, quickly followed by another.
And then another.
A girl didn’t grow up in California without appreciating the power of aftershocks.
Especially when they came with a very sexy body above hers, driving each one home with a powerful thrust. Then his body tensed. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, her feet digging into his hips as she pressed herself as hard against him as possible.
His breathing harsh and guttural, he thrust again.
Paused.
Then plunged one more time.
Gia undulated her hips, twisting just a little from one side to the other.
He exploded with a guttural shout.
And she came again, waves of passion pounding over her one after the other. And just kept on coming.
She should have been shocked at the record number of climaxes during a single bout of lovemaking. But other than the stars exploding against her closed eyes, Gia couldn’t focus.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t do anything except feel.
And she felt incredible.
It might have been minutes. It might have been hours. Gia had no idea how long she laid comatose.
She could hear the sound of Luke’s breathing, deep and low with exhaustion, over the hum of the air conditioner.
Woot. Go her. She’d worn him out.
She’d give a fist pump, but her body was a puddle. She settled on a mental woo-hoo .
Using every ounce of energy she had left, she turned her head and forced her eyelids open to squint at the clock. The neon green numbers glowed in the pitch-black room. Five in the morning.
Sunday? Or Monday?
How many hours had it been since he’d approached her in the bar? How many times had they made love? How many orgasms had she racked up? More this weekend than the rest of her life put together, she’d bet.
Bet.
Gia gave a silent giggle.
This betting thing was working out pretty darned well. Vegas rocked.
Her gaze softened, a gentle sigh escaping as she trailed her fingers over the sculpted perfection of his biceps.
He was so sweet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noted the dishes piled on a cart by the door. Sometime after midnight they’d shared a meal. Keeping the challenge fresh, she’d insisted he wear his blindfold and let her feed him.
Who knew having a man eat out of the palm of her hand could be so erotic?
Tingling desire worked its way over her body at the memory. Of the meal. The laughter. The fun.
Closing her eyes, she cuddled the pillow close and gave a deep sigh of pure delight. This fantasy was so much more than she’d ever dreamed it could be.
They’d talked for hours.
Not as many hours as they’d spent exploring each other’s bodies. But still, there had been a lot of talking. Joking and sharing. Teasing and whispering. She’d been careful to keep any clues to her real identity out of the conversation, yet it’d still been the most honest, intimate interaction she’d ever had.
They’d shared stories of their childhoods. Compared the pressures of being the only-child golden son with being the middle daughter. They’d told each other their biggest fears. They’d been as naked emotionally as they’d been physically.
Even when she’d slipped out of her Vanna role, sharing truths about her own life, Luke hadn’t thought she was just average. If his interest, his response, were anything to go by, he’d found her amazing.
She’d shared so much with him.
And he still wanted to be with her.
Gia’s eyes flew open.
Holy shit.
He’d talked about next time.
When she’d let it slip that she lived in Northern California, he’d mentioned a weekend together, said he wanted to take her to his favorite restaurant.
He wanted to see her after this
It was like riding on a wave. Rolling wet heat carried her soft and light into a cloud of sweet, gentle sensations.
It was so good.
So, so good.
Gia whimpered.
Luke reached between their bodies, his fingers finding that sweet spot he knew she loved.
Her body exploded in a flash.
Bright, intense, mind-blowing.
The orgasm ripped through her, quickly followed by another.
And then another.
A girl didn’t grow up in California without appreciating the power of aftershocks.
Especially when they came with a very sexy body above hers, driving each one home with a powerful thrust. Then his body tensed. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, her feet digging into his hips as she pressed herself as hard against him as possible.
His breathing harsh and guttural, he thrust again.
Paused.
Then plunged one more time.
Gia undulated her hips, twisting just a little from one side to the other.
He exploded with a guttural shout.
And she came again, waves of passion pounding over her one after the other. And just kept on coming.
She should have been shocked at the record number of climaxes during a single bout of lovemaking. But other than the stars exploding against her closed eyes, Gia couldn’t focus.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t do anything except feel.
And she felt incredible.
It might have been minutes. It might have been hours. Gia had no idea how long she laid comatose.
She could hear the sound of Luke’s breathing, deep and low with exhaustion, over the hum of the air conditioner.
Woot. Go her. She’d worn him out.
She’d give a fist pump, but her body was a puddle. She settled on a mental woo-hoo .
Using every ounce of energy she had left, she turned her head and forced her eyelids open to squint at the clock. The neon green numbers glowed in the pitch-black room. Five in the morning.
Sunday? Or Monday?
How many hours had it been since he’d approached her in the bar? How many times had they made love? How many orgasms had she racked up? More this weekend than the rest of her life put together, she’d bet.
Bet.
Gia gave a silent giggle.
This betting thing was working out pretty darned well. Vegas rocked.
Her gaze softened, a gentle sigh escaping as she trailed her fingers over the sculpted perfection of his biceps.
He was so sweet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noted the dishes piled on a cart by the door. Sometime after midnight they’d shared a meal. Keeping the challenge fresh, she’d insisted he wear his blindfold and let her feed him.
Who knew having a man eat out of the palm of her hand could be so erotic?
Tingling desire worked its way over her body at the memory. Of the meal. The laughter. The fun.
Closing her eyes, she cuddled the pillow close and gave a deep sigh of pure delight. This fantasy was so much more than she’d ever dreamed it could be.
They’d talked for hours.
Not as many hours as they’d spent exploring each other’s bodies. But still, there had been a lot of talking. Joking and sharing. Teasing and whispering. She’d been careful to keep any clues to her real identity out of the conversation, yet it’d still been the most honest, intimate interaction she’d ever had.
They’d shared stories of their childhoods. Compared the pressures of being the only-child golden son with being the middle daughter. They’d told each other their biggest fears. They’d been as naked emotionally as they’d been physically.
Even when she’d slipped out of her Vanna role, sharing truths about her own life, Luke hadn’t thought she was just average. If his interest, his response, were anything to go by, he’d found her amazing.
She’d shared so much with him.
And he still wanted to be with her.
Gia’s eyes flew open.
Holy shit.
He’d talked about next time.
When she’d let it slip that she lived in Northern California, he’d mentioned a weekend together, said he wanted to take her to his favorite restaurant.
He wanted to see her after this
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