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Authors: Lisa Hughey
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hard thrusts. Each thrust pushed her higher until she imploded.
Her body in free fall, she contracted around him, her vision dimmed, as her climax went on and on and on. Her channel clenched around his cock until he erupted, his back bowed, tendons in his neck straining, his hands hard on her ass, his body rigid as his orgasm wracked his body.
The pulse of his cock against her walls triggered another mini-orgasm and Bliss moaned.
A fierce sense of triumph roared through her as he slumped against her body. His forehead bumped her collarbone, the rough sough of his breath feathered across her sensitive nipples and she shivered.
Her legs loosened their grip on the back of his thighs and fell limply to the bed. They were both bathed in perspiration and slippery as he laid his head on her chest. Her heart thumped against his cheek and Bliss tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, shorter than when they lived together. She savored the heavy weight of him on top of her.
And fuck, what had she done? Because she’d been wrong. She hadn’t romanticized him or the sex. It was even better than her memories.
***
Bliss woke slowly. Still pitch black outside, the hotel room was bathed in shadows. The sliver of light from the bathroom cast a glow onto the brown and gold polyester striped spread on other double bed. The other empty double bed.
Her body was loose and achy. Wrapped in a tight, protective embrace, an inferno of heat ran along her back and the hot band around her waist suddenly registered. Every muscle tensed. Oh my God.
What had she done?
Holy shit. She’d had sex with Jack Stone.
Last night’s encounter freeze-framed through her mind. Jack’s muscles rippling as he slid inside her. His thick, thrilling invasion. The press of his hips against her spread thighs. His perfect, heavy comforting weight as she fell asleep beneath him.
The sex had been amazing. Fantastic. Epic.
And such an incredible mistake.
She dropped her chin to her chest and fought the urge to curl up into a fetal ball. What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t, clearly. She’d been freaked after the nightmare. She’d been searching through the house, looking for Maria but then the dream had morphed and she’d been looking for Jack. Each successive room was empty and her panic had escalated until she’d been frantic. Until she’d found him. Dead. Her fear for him. Her fear for her sister and father. Her fear for herself and her mother. All merged into one horrific dream where her worst nightmare had come true.
Of course when she woke all the way up, she’d reached out to him. To touch him. To verify with her own hands that he was alive and healthy. The emotional impact of seeing him again, the toll of worry about Maria, dredged up all her former worries, and her brain had mixed it all up and spilled out her terror.
Last night was physical. That’s all. A sexual release she hadn’t gotten in a very long time. A very long time.
Bliss wondered how difficult it would be for her to extricate herself from his arms and go have a breakdown in the bathroom. Likely impossible. Jack had been a light sleeper years ago. She’d guess that hadn’t changed.
She took stock. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was already awake. And typical Jack he was assessing, holding back, waiting for her.
She had to treat this as a casual encounter. She couldn’t afford to get emotionally tangled up with Jack again. The last time had nearly destroyed her.
Casual. Much needed release. She drew in a mental breath. She could do this. Pretend this wasn’t some monumental joining. Project an air of nonchalance. Just two healthy people enjoying each other’s bodies. Play it cool.
She patted the hand wrapped around her waist briskly and he moved his arm. Bliss slid out of bed and ignored the impulse to run for the bathroom. Instead she braced herself, turned and gave him a satisfied smile. “Morning.”
“Good. Morning.” His voice, gravelly and
Her body in free fall, she contracted around him, her vision dimmed, as her climax went on and on and on. Her channel clenched around his cock until he erupted, his back bowed, tendons in his neck straining, his hands hard on her ass, his body rigid as his orgasm wracked his body.
The pulse of his cock against her walls triggered another mini-orgasm and Bliss moaned.
A fierce sense of triumph roared through her as he slumped against her body. His forehead bumped her collarbone, the rough sough of his breath feathered across her sensitive nipples and she shivered.
Her legs loosened their grip on the back of his thighs and fell limply to the bed. They were both bathed in perspiration and slippery as he laid his head on her chest. Her heart thumped against his cheek and Bliss tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, shorter than when they lived together. She savored the heavy weight of him on top of her.
And fuck, what had she done? Because she’d been wrong. She hadn’t romanticized him or the sex. It was even better than her memories.
***
Bliss woke slowly. Still pitch black outside, the hotel room was bathed in shadows. The sliver of light from the bathroom cast a glow onto the brown and gold polyester striped spread on other double bed. The other empty double bed.
Her body was loose and achy. Wrapped in a tight, protective embrace, an inferno of heat ran along her back and the hot band around her waist suddenly registered. Every muscle tensed. Oh my God.
What had she done?
Holy shit. She’d had sex with Jack Stone.
Last night’s encounter freeze-framed through her mind. Jack’s muscles rippling as he slid inside her. His thick, thrilling invasion. The press of his hips against her spread thighs. His perfect, heavy comforting weight as she fell asleep beneath him.
The sex had been amazing. Fantastic. Epic.
And such an incredible mistake.
She dropped her chin to her chest and fought the urge to curl up into a fetal ball. What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t, clearly. She’d been freaked after the nightmare. She’d been searching through the house, looking for Maria but then the dream had morphed and she’d been looking for Jack. Each successive room was empty and her panic had escalated until she’d been frantic. Until she’d found him. Dead. Her fear for him. Her fear for her sister and father. Her fear for herself and her mother. All merged into one horrific dream where her worst nightmare had come true.
Of course when she woke all the way up, she’d reached out to him. To touch him. To verify with her own hands that he was alive and healthy. The emotional impact of seeing him again, the toll of worry about Maria, dredged up all her former worries, and her brain had mixed it all up and spilled out her terror.
Last night was physical. That’s all. A sexual release she hadn’t gotten in a very long time. A very long time.
Bliss wondered how difficult it would be for her to extricate herself from his arms and go have a breakdown in the bathroom. Likely impossible. Jack had been a light sleeper years ago. She’d guess that hadn’t changed.
She took stock. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was already awake. And typical Jack he was assessing, holding back, waiting for her.
She had to treat this as a casual encounter. She couldn’t afford to get emotionally tangled up with Jack again. The last time had nearly destroyed her.
Casual. Much needed release. She drew in a mental breath. She could do this. Pretend this wasn’t some monumental joining. Project an air of nonchalance. Just two healthy people enjoying each other’s bodies. Play it cool.
She patted the hand wrapped around her waist briskly and he moved his arm. Bliss slid out of bed and ignored the impulse to run for the bathroom. Instead she braced herself, turned and gave him a satisfied smile. “Morning.”
“Good. Morning.” His voice, gravelly and
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