“More. Just like that,” I order. And he does.
He reaches between us and rubs my most sensitive spot, and the sensations, the friction, are all too much. “Come for me, Olivia.” His command is dragged out of him. “Come because I can’t last much longer.”
It’s his rhythm, his restraint, his desperation that pull me over the edge, and I reach that peak again, feeling it everywhere this time, inside and out. My body’s climax sets him off, and he drives deeper into me until he stills.
Our eyes lock, bodies entwined, as we fall over the precipice together.
I come back to reality first.
I did it.
We did it.
I’m no longer a virgin.
And even more important, Chase is in my body and my heart.
I close my eyes, savoring the satisfied languor in my limbs, even savoring the full soreness between my legs, knowing I feel it because the man I love was there.
Yep. Falling in love makes me a sappy dork.
“Hey.” Chase kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair out of my face. I pop my eyes open to see him smiling above me. He looks younger, happier than I’ve ever seen before. I’ve done that. Me! And I’m awed all over again.
“Hey,” I say.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m more than okay.”
“Did you like it?” he asks uncertainly, which only makes me fall in love with him more.
I laugh. “You mean you couldn’t tell?”
He gives me that slow smile I love. “Well, it seemed like you enjoyed yourself, but I don’t want to presume. It’s supposed to be painful, isn’t it?”
I can’t believe we’re talking about this. “It was a little when you… But then you… And then it was incredible.” I shrug. I’ll let him fill in the blanks.
“You’re adorable.”
“You’re hot as hell.”
“You’re that as well. And so damn pretty. You don’t know what these big gray eyes do to me.” He strokes a finger over my eyelashes. “Or these lips.” He draws his finger down my face to settle on my lips. “Or your incredible tits.” His finger follows the line of my neck and chest to circle my nipple. “I could spend forever worshipping them.”
I wriggle a little, unable to believe I’m turned on again. He looks up at me, his eyes hot. It’s as if he can read my mind and feel my growing excitement.
His hand glides down to my clit and finds it, circles it once, then twice. I draw in a breath and raise my hips to his hand.
“How sore are you?” he asks.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say.
“Hold that thought.” He jumps up and struts to the bathroom. I admire the view. He comes back a few minutes later, still unapologetically naked. He’s big all over, with hard, rangy muscles, his body moving with unconscious, lithe grace. And he’s mine.
He has a wet washcloth.
I covered myself with the white sheet for modesty’s sake. He rips off the sheet, eyes raking over my nakedness, and then he touches me with the warm, damp cloth, gently wiping away any traces of blood there.
“We won’t make love again,” he says with authority.
I cock my head. “Ever?”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you every way you can imagine. Just not again tonight.”
“That’s disappointing,” I remark. I’m planning on seducing him, so I don’t believe what he says.
“Don’t be. I’ll take care of you in other ways.”
“What ways?” I ask, fully on board now.
“How about a warm bath and I show you?”
I grin. “The other bathroom has a bathtub. I’m here to learn from you,” I say. I can’t wait to introduce him to my beloved claw-foot tub.
“And I’m here to love you,” he says. “But first, I have something to give you.”
He reaches over to his discarded jeans again.
“Another condom? Oh, yes please.” I laugh.
His mouth quirks. “Something else. Something I’ve had for a long time.”
He pulls out a small velvet pouch.
“Hold out your wrist,” he instructs.
I offer my left wrist.
“The other one.”
I do as commanded and give him my right wrist, palm up. My bracelet jingles.
He empties the small turquoise bag into my hand. A series of the most delicately carved charms fall like raindrops into my hand, each one more exquisite than the last.
“How—why?”
His eyes glint. “I’ve been collecting these since I sent you the charm bracelet that first Christmas, one for each year of your birthday. But we stopped writing and started texting, so it seemed like breaking the rules to send them to you. But I couldn’t stop buying them.”