“Oh wow,” I whisper, shifting over him slightly. The movement sends a dart of pleasure up my spine and my eyes flutter back. “Oh God.”
He smiles up at me. “Told you.” His smile melts into a look of hunger as he watches me move, however, and a low, appreciate curse word leaves his mouth.
I rock against him, slowly at first then gain momentum as I get used to the feel of our entwined bodies, until suddenly I’m on fire. I’m sexy and beautiful. I’m powerful and strong. The moonlight shines down on my nude body as I ride Daren and his eyes watch my bouncing breasts, swollen with passion, with great appreciation. I love that he can see me, my nakedness, my desire for him.
I rub against him more fervently and another orgasm tears through me, lighting every inch of my skin on fire as I fall apart on top of him. Daren pulls me down to meet his mouth and kisses me as he rolls us over once again.
With my body a wet, spent mess of quivers and spasms, I’m not sure if I can handle more of Daren inside me. But as he, once again, pumps into me I only feel more bliss run through me. Who knew sex could bring so much pleasure? So much love? So much… everything?
I give my body over to Daren completely, arching my hips and tossing my head back as I claw at his large shoulders, taking him into me, begging for more. We rock against each other in the soft glow of the moon, me whimpering for more and him groaning in pleasure, until our bodies both climax and every muscle in his body grows rigid. We collide with each other, breathless, sweating.
There are no handcuffs binding us, but we’re connected just the same. Not by steel but by love. Visible love. Valuable love. A love that sees me just as much as I see him. And I’ve never felt so beautiful.
42 Daren
I’ve never woken up with a girl by my side before—at least not one I’ve had sex with. I’ve had a crazy night filled with sex before, sure. But I never stayed afterward and cuddled. Or woke up the next day to chitchat.
But this morning, when I opened my eyes and saw Kayla’s small face and naked shoulder nuzzled against my chest, I couldn’t imagine waking up any other way. The smell of coconut wraps around me and I can’t help but smile.
I trail my eyes along the soft lines of her face and wonder just what the hell I’m going to do now.
Kayla isn’t like any girl I’ve ever known. And sleeping with her isn’t the same as having sex with anyone else. She’s the real deal. And it doesn’t even freak me out that I’m thinking these things.
She knows me, the ugly parts and the hard parts, the shameful pieces and the broken ones, she knows all of me and she still cares for me. I’m dirt-poor and homeless, for God’s sake, and the girl still told me she loves me.
Now the only question is, how can I convince her to stay in my life?
She stirs beside me and her lashes flutter before opening. Her blues eyes stare up at me in the hazy light coming in from my window. They widen and I tense, waiting for her to remember last night, and worried that maybe she’ll think it was a huge mistake.
But her features melt into a soft smile and she settles closer to me, burying her face into my neck.
“Good morning,” she says against my skin.
Happiness fills my chest. I run my fingers down her bare arms and grin when tiny goose bumps rise. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Under the sheets, she moves her silky body over mine and snuggles even closer. “You’re so warm.”
God, I love this. I want to wake up with this girl in my arms every single day—is that crazy?
I wrap my arms around her and tuck her into me. “And you’re so soft. I could get used to this.”
I hear the smile in her voice. “Me too.”
“I’m serious,” I say. “I want this. I want you. No one else.”
She props her chin on my chest and looks at me with big blue morning eyes. “I’m right here.”
I swallow. “Yeah, but I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to go back to being who I was before the handcuffs. Kayla. I was unhappy before you. And now I’m… I’m perfect.”
She shifts closer and looks directly into to my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. Before you, I was lost. And now I’m… home.” She kisses my chin. “So I’m staying right by your side, with or without handcuffs.”
I trace the shell of her ear. “Promise?”
She slowly nods. “Promise.”
Pulling her close, I draw her up to my mouth and kiss her deeply, softly. When we break the kiss, she leans back and smiles.
“So what now, pretty boy?”
I give her a crooked grin. “Well I was thinking we could do a repeat of last night.”
She laughs. “Well, naturally. But what about after that?”
I exhale loudly. “Well I’m homeless.”
She exhales as well. “And I’m penniless.”
“And I don’t have a car anymore,” I say simply.
She nods. “And my car is falling apart.”
“So just to sum up. We’re broke, homeless, and nearly car-less?”
“Yep.” She smiles.
I smile back. “Then I think the only thing we can do is have some chocolate for breakfast and spend the day in bed.”
She kisses my chest. “I like the way you think, handsome.”
“And I like the way you taste.” I pull her lips up to mine, flip us over so I’m stretched out on top of her, and start kissing my way all over her body.
43 Kayla
Daren. Ackwood.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that someday I’d be head over heels for Daren Ackwood. But I am completely and utterly in love with the crazy brown-eyed boy standing beside me in the bathroom. And after last night, I completely understand what the big fuss was about Daren in bed. My God. Woman Whisperer, indeed. He kept me up most of the night, pleasing me in ways I didn’t know were possible. In his bed. On the floor. Even in the shower, though I now agree that shower sex isn’t nearly as hot as, say, sex against his bedroom wall.
“Are you using my toothbrush?” he asks, his eyes bulging in horror.
I laugh through the toothpaste in my mouth. “I couldn’t find mine.”
“That’s disgusting.”
I rinse my mouth and scoff. “We shared bodily fluids last night and you’re grossed out that our teeth have touched the same brush?”
“Ew. Don’t say ‘bodily fluids.’ That’s so nasty.”
I laugh. “What about ‘pee’? Can I say ‘pee’?”
“You know, for such a pretty mouth you say some disgusting words.” He leans in and kisses me. “But I still really love your mouth.”
“Mmm. My mouth loves you.” I kiss him on the nose then pad out to his room. I look at his bed with a smile. “I guess your mattress isn’t a virgin anymore.”
He cheerily scoffs from the counter. “Nothing in this room is a virgin anymore.”
Still smiling, I walk to my suitcase and sigh. “Man. I can’t believe I lost my toothbrush. It has to be here somewhere.” I start yanking things out of my luggage and tossing them aside.
“What’s happening here?” Daren walks out of the bathroom and starts picking up my clothes. “Bra… bra… jeans… scarf… gloves…” He looks at me. “You do know you’re in Arizona. We don’t really get blizzards here.”
I laugh. “I know. But we do get blizzards in Chicago. And I didn’t want to leave my clothes behind.”
He picks up more stuff. “Well that explains the trench coat.”
A beat passes and we snap our eyes to each other.
“Trench coat,” I say.
“There were a bunch of trench coats in the closet at Milly Manor,” Daren says with wide eyes.