“Derek,” she whispered in awe as he lodged deep.
“I feel it, princess.”
A perfect fit, she thought, and then she couldn’t think at all because he began to thrust. In and out, faster and harder, and she raised her arms and grabbed on to the headboard, grounding herself.
He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, arching his back, and he pounded into her. It was as if he’d been given the okay, and knowing she was braced and could handle it, he had the freedom to let go. Because she could handle him.
And she could. She wanted to. Every hard thrust took her higher. He altered his angle, bringing his cock into direct contact with a spot deep inside her she hadn’t been familiar with until now.
“Derek,” she said in awe as stars lit up behind her eyes and a harsh roar began to echo in her ears.
She wasn’t inside her body anymore; she was part of something bigger than herself. Lost to sensation, only aware of his cock hitting that one glorious place, his big, damp body rocking over hers, his voice encouraging her to fly. And suddenly she did, peaking, screaming as she came harder, faster, and longer than she ever had before.
Her climax released his, and he came with a roar, his flesh slicked in sweat, his shoulders shaking, body trembling as he took her over the edge once more.
Time eluded her until finally he collapsed, but she hardly felt his weight, was barely aware of her surroundings. Her breaths came in short pants; her own skin was damp. She felt completely sated and wiped out.
After a time, she wondered if she’d passed out. It was as if all the years of waiting for him, which it felt like she’d done, and the current wondering of what could be between them had built up and exploded in a blinding flash. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, grounding herself in the reality of having Derek in her arms.
Without warning, he pushed himself off her and headed for the bathroom. As she lay in his bed, the air around her cooling her skin, she listened to the sound of running water as he moved around the other room.
Finally he returned, standing beside the bed, arms folded as he stared down at her, an unreadable expression on his handsome face.
Self-conscious, she pushed herself up against the pillows, wondering what the protocol was here. It was the middle of the afternoon, but this wasn’t her apartment. “Umm, I can go—”
“What? No.” He sounded surprised she’d offer. “Why would you say that?”
She shrugged, her face heating. “You never know what the other person wants … after. You looked… I couldn’t tell what you were thinking.”
“I was just admiring you, in shock that we were together in my bed. After so long.”
So his thoughts had mirrored hers, she thought with a smile. As if to silence her doubts, he dove onto the bed, smothering her body with his, kissing her until she was breathless again.
“I’m not going back to the office today,” he said, settling himself on top of her. He held himself up enough not to crush her, but his heavy bottom half pressed into her pelvis, making her plenty aware of him. “In fact, I plan on spending the afternoon in bed. You?”
She laughed. “Well, considering I’m shadowing the billionaire tech god, I guess I’m staying in bed too. Although I don’t want to make a habit of lounging around. I can’t exactly write about the time you spend here in bed.”
“Don’t you think it’s just as boring? My life isn’t exactly titillating. I came from a poor background and I helped create an app that caught on. Big deal.” He rolled to his side, wrapping himself around her.
She relaxed into him, and he played with her hair, sifting the strands beneath his fingers.
“I don’t think your life is boring,” she said. “Your background, how you accomplished your success… It’s a big deal. People go to sleep at night and dream of winning the lottery. They make plans based on what they’d do with billions of dollars. You lived the American dream, and people want to know how you did it. That’s exciting for them because they think if you can do it … so can they.”
He groaned. “Well … when you put it that way, I understand the need for the interview a little more.” She could tell he still wasn’t comfortable with the idea.
“People are going to read, be fascinated by you. But there is an ironic part to all this.” She breathed in the musky smell of his skin, her body automatically softening. Wanting him again.
“What’s the ironic part?” he asked.
“Despite what people think, despite the sense that they want to be able to relate to you, to be you, the truth is, they can’t replicate what you did. They only wish they could. You had the brains to create the app. You and your friends had the courage to act.”
He smoothed a hand over her cheek. He cupped her jaw, turning her face toward him. “You’re just flattering me so I’ll do this thing. I already gave you my word.”
She shook her head. “I’m serious. You are an example of preparation meeting opportunity. So even though I’ll write the story, and people will dream as they read, they’ll still know the truth. That you’re special.”
“You’re biased.” He brushed his lips over hers, distracting her from her mission of convincing him of his uniqueness, explaining why she wanted to write about him.
“No. I just see something special in you,” she murmured. She always had.