low on them,” she said. “My favorite pink pair is missing.”
“Those are mine now.” My gaze lifted and my nostrils flared. My lungs were full of the sultry scent of her arousal.
“Guess I’ll have to conserve what I have left.” Her eyes danced. “Go without when I can. Like when I’m in bed with you.”
“Definitely.” I made a mental note to hide every pair I could find.
I took her in slowly, retracing curves I would never tire of. She watched me, arching into my caresses. Her beautiful body bloomed beneath my hands.
Reaching the neatly trimmed triangle of her pussy, I stroked her. Her lids lowered, and her mouth parted. The soft sigh that escaped her sexy lips almost snapped the precarious leash of my control.
I swept my thumb through her folds. Finding her dewy nub, I slowly swirled around it.
“Journey . . .” She moaned, lifting her gaze. “Yes.”
I brought my thumb to my mouth to taste her. “Babe.” I groaned as our eyes connected. The slick, salty essence of her reminded me of the sea we both loved. “I have to be inside you.”
Ripping off my boxers, I spread her thighs apart.
“Come then.” She reached for me as I positioned.
In one smooth stroke, I slid inside her. I groaned from the bliss of her sweet cunt tightening around me. My gaze on fire like the rest of me, I stared down at her.
“My Lotus,” I rasped and began to move.
Grabbing my ass and lifting her hips, she moved with me. Our bodies undulated to a rhythm as ancient and essential as the moon and the tide.
Slow and languid built to urgent fast.
Her dark hair shivered on the white sheets. Straining for the peak, she tightened her sleek muscles. Mine were tighter as I drove my cock into her. Deep and hard, I possessed her, again and again. Her nightgown rode up higher, giving me irresistible glimpses of her perfect breasts.
“Look at me, Lotus,” I demanded roughly.
My spine burning and my balls drawn tight, it was coming for me. She opened her eyes, bright umber like a brilliant sunset. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. But I couldn’t, not yet. So I showed her. Stroke by stroke, I drove her to the edge with me.
“I love you.” she said, and I saw it and felt it, her going over.
Stiffening, I went over the edge with her. Each of her spasms drew me closer to her soul and lifted us higher. Joined together, our eyes, our bodies, our spirits, we flew.
• • •
Lotus
After my shower, I followed the music and my heart that was tethered to his into the living room.
His head down, Storm was on the leather couch with his acoustic guitar in his lap.
I paused in the doorway to look at him. He wore only board shorts, black ones, and all his colorful ink. His long, wavy light brown hair curtained his gaze until he glanced up. Without that shield, only the warmth of his affection remained.
I swallowed to loosen my tight throat. “What song is that? It’s pretty.”
“Just a little something I’m playing around with.”
“It’s the same tune you were playing at Outside when you closed the door on me.” My brow furrowed. “So, not just playing around. Not any more than what we just did in your bedroom was.”
His gaze narrowed. “It’s never been just playing around between us, Lotus.”
My heart took flight from his words, much like the rest of me had in his arms only moments ago. “So the song is—”
“Not quite ready to debut yet.” Cutting me off, he shook his head. “Sorry.”
Translation, he wasn’t ready to say the words I had. But I felt it, especially in the way he made love to me. I saw it in his eyes right now, and heard it in the music. He was close.
“How can I help you?” I asked. “Whatever I can do, I want to do.”
“How do you not already help me, you mean.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s who you are. Who I am with you. Even my flaws turn to strengths. I’ve been angry many times since I came to OB. With Ted. With Saber. With his father. But I can control it with you. I can almost be the man you need me to be.”
“You are exactly the man I need.”
“If I am, it’s because of you. Sit with me.” His expression soft, Storm pushed the coffee table away, and gestured.
I sat on the floor between his legs like I