hips. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die in my throat when he sinks deep inside me.
I choke on an invisible gasp, and he takes full advantage, his mouth comes down on mine, and he kisses me as if I’m oxygen and he’s been buried alive.
I always assumed when people talked about having sexual chemistry that just meant they had good sex. I didn’t realize that there’s something that happens on a cosmic level, on a whole different dimension of consciousness where it feels like two bodies were perfectly designed for the sole purpose of delivering pleasure to the other. His tall, powerful body towers above me, and the raw energy behind every thrust and roll of his hips hits me in places I didn’t know pleasure existed. His mouth, hands, rough grind of his pelvic bone all work with a synergistic force that has me making sounds I never knew I was capable of.
My lower stomach tightens like a spring and his movements become faster and more determined as he chases my release down while going after his own. When the first wave hits me, he follows, and in a joint explosion of stars and strobe lights, we both fall over the edge in a bottomless free fall. I have had enough orgasms in my life to know this one is different—longer, deeper, and I feel it everywhere. Even in my ears.
He drops his forehead to my throat and kisses my chest. “You’re heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your ribs.” He kisses me again. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Me too.” I blow out a breath and try to slow my racing pulse, all while feeling the urge to push him to his back and start all over from the beginning.
“I’m going to get rid of this.” He rolls off of me, leaving me bare and satiated beneath the cool breeze of the ceiling fan. When he comes back to bed, he lays down next to me, and pulls me to him so my cheek is against his chest. I wonder if the lights were on if I’d be self-conscious to be lying here with him above the covers, completely exposed.
As beautiful as he thinks I am, I don’t think I would be.
“I love you, Bex.”
I shoot up to sitting so fast it throws off my equilibrium, and I grip my skull to stay conscious.
“Whoa, are you alright?” He sits up, too, and pulls my hand away from my head. “Is it what I said or are you sick?”
“It’s what you said.” I have a hard time looking at him, mostly because I’m terrified I’ll see the lie in his eyes.
“Oh, well, I wanted to say it earlier but I figured you’d be less likely to believe me if I said it while I was inside you.” He narrows his eyes with a crooked grin. “You do believe me, don’t you?”
I take a moment to read his expression, the light from outside and the hallway the only illumination on his face. His gaze is sincere, and he’s never done or said anything that would make me doubt his feelings. I assumed love couldn’t develop between two people so quickly, but what if I’m wrong? What if what I’ve been feeling for Loren this whole time is love?
“I believe you.”
“Good.” He scoots closer, cups my jaw, and I realize just like the night of the formal when he undressed me for the shower, even though I’m completely naked before him, he keeps his gaze on my face. “I really love you.” He kisses me once, closed mouth, and then again.
I close my eyes and whisper, “I think…”
Another kiss, and one more, this one a little longer with parted lips. “Yeah?”
I feel him smile against my mouth.
“I love you, too.”
He’s on me again, this time without a gentle prelude, his tongue dips between my lips, his hand between my legs. “You’re not going to regret letting me love you.”
How the hell did he learn to pleasure a woman’s body like this?
He kisses me again, and my gosh, how I love kissing him. “I’m going to be so good to you, you’re never going to let me go.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say playfully, as another release comes speeding to the surface.
“Brat,” he says, smiling against my lips, and then he goes right ahead being good to me over and over again.
Epilogue
Bex
“I think you ladies are full of shit,” Kaipo says from his sprawled out