The One That I Want (Scorned Women Society Book 3) by Piper Sheldon (e book reader android txt) 📕

against me and I held her up. Sweat collected everywhere our bodies met. I positioned myself so I was pumping between her closed legs, a temporary substitute for the real thing. I dipped my fingers into her, felt her want for me. Let her feel mine for her. I teased her until she was flushed and panting, begging me.

I watched her closely as she came apart again for me. She was heart-achingly beautiful.

“Lie down,” I whispered in her ear as I gentled my touch, pulling my fingers out of her pulsating body.

She moaned an acknowledgement and rolled onto her back, spread out in the most beautiful offering I’d ever seen. I was afraid of coming as I rolled on the condom. Especially as she watched me with fire in her eyes.

This time she beckoned me with a finger. I moved to cover her and slicked myself with her moisture as we kissed deeply.

When I finally slid into her, it was so easy, we both gasped. Her muscles gripped me and I had to stop moving to breathe in through my nose. Her nails scratched lazily up my back. She kissed my neck and shoulder as I counted my breaths.

This was what everything led to. This was what life was about. This was a miracle.

“I just decided,” I said. “I don’t think we can be just friends.”

She threw her head back and laughed. I felt it through her whole body.

“Friends are overrated,” she said.

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I sighed with a happy smile on my face. I would never look at the ceiling of my bedroom the same way again. Every time I looked up, I would think of this night. After the second round, we both lay on our backs panting. Our legs spread and tossed over each other, sliding with satisfying sweat. Soon I would get cold but right now I glowed with contented warmth.

“I can’t move,” I said.

“Moving is dumb.”

I laughed and reluctantly got off him to go clean up.

When I came back to bed, he’d cleaned up too and flung back the blankets to let me in. I dove, snuggling up against his naked body. I didn’t realize how cold I was until the heat of naked skin seared me back to warmth.

“Get closer,” he demanded. “I need to touch as much of you as possible.” His hands roamed me as I cuddled closer to him with a sigh.

My head rested on his chest. His heart still beat loudly at a quick tempo. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked.

“I think my face is frozen like this now.”

“Well, lucky for you, it suits you.”

“You think I’m pretty,” he said.

I laughed into his sparse chest hair. I bit his nipple gently to make up for when he bit my ass earlier. I was so weird. He growled. At least he liked my freaky ways.

“I knew it would be like this for us,” I said.

He hummed a questioning sound.

“That night we danced. We were so perfectly in sync. I wanted you so bad. I knew when we came together—”

“Literally,” he mumbled.

“—it would be this good. I never felt like that with anybody which sounds cliché but, I guess, I’m a cliché now.”

He stilled under me as I started talking, but by the time I finished, his hands went back to exploring my body. I would never tire of the way he touched me, like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever experienced.

“I knew the second I saw you that I would regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t at least ask you to dance. Then when you left …” his voice rumbled under me.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“I felt fear like I never had. I thought, ‘If I can’t talk to her again, I will never be okay.’”

“I had never felt like that with a stranger either,” I admitted. “I think I just freaked out.”

“I was freaked out too. I couldn’t let you go. And then we talked and I knew.” He swallowed so audibly it made my heart start to race.

I wanted to ask what he knew. I wanted to hear the words. But I wasn’t sure that we were ready for that. It didn’t seem normal to feel so much so soon. This couldn’t be normal.

“I just wish …” I said cutting off his unfinished thought.

He gently prodded my shoulder. “What?” he asked.

I moved up so I could look in his deep blue eyes. “Now I’m just thinking that we could have been doing this for weeks.”

His smile faltered. “It had to be this way. I couldn’t handle it if you had regretted me.”

“Never,” I said and leaned to kiss him.

“Everything worked out as it had to,” he said and I believed him.

“So tomorrow …” I said not wanting to mention the elephant in the room but knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep if we didn’t have a plan.

“Tomorrow we will do our jobs,” he said seriously.

I couldn’t help the fear that made my palms sweaty. Was this his way of saying—

“And then in the evening I’m going to come back here and I’m going to kiss every inch of your body again and make you come until we lose track of the time. Because I don’t think I can go even a full day without having you.”

I chewed my cheek to keep from smiling and then wondered why I was hiding it. I unleashed a full smile on him saying, “That sounds like a very good plan.”

Instead of laughing at my smile, his eyes grew dark. He pulled me back in for a kiss. Soon, he was inside me again. This time I rode him gently. Our hands clasped, as strongly connected as our gazes. In no time, we came apart together.

Though I was glad we had discussed a plan for the next day, it was obvious neither one of us was going to be sleeping much tonight.

Sleep was overrated too.

Chapter 24

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