Then There Was You(90)

“God, Salem,” he whispered. “You’re fucking killing me.”

“You like it,” I teased, flashing a mischievous smile.

A sexy grin lit up his face. “Damn right.”

Rolling me onto my back, he traced his fingers down my inner thighs. My stomach quivered. Positioning himself between my legs, he leaned down to kiss me—sweet, tender, heartfelt kisses that filled my soul. I gasped at the gentle pressure as he pushed himself into me, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him close to me. He began rocking slowly against me, proving that he was in no hurry.

Together, our souls played a beautiful melody while our bodies kept the beat with every pump and thrust. My heart swelled with passion, bursting with excitement. Training his eyes on mine, he never closed them—watching every facial expression of my enjoyment. He fine-tuned his senses, listening and reacting to my moans of pleasure, concentrating solely on me.

And then it hit me. I’d never felt more respected or more adored than I did when I was with Chris. The overwhelming feelings I had for him in my heart leaked out in the form of tears.

Chris froze. “You okay?” he asked, wide-eyed with worry.

I nodded, tears dripping down the sides of my face and into my hair. “I just… I…” I looked into his worried eyes. Suppressing the sob that threatened from deep within, I strengthened my resolve. Staring into those dark, intense eyes, I whispered, “Everything is perfect.”

The fear and anxiety that had taken over his face disappeared. Complete adoration softened his expression. “I’ve fallen so hard for you, Salem. I can’t fucking believe it. I don’t know how it happened. But I did.”

It was a feeling I’d been denying for a while—a feeling I thought was wrong. But now, in this moment with him as he opened his heart and poured himself out to me, I realized it. “Me too,” I said softly.

We continued to make love in the candlelight, relishing every moment our bodies were united. We rocked and swayed against each other, kissing and caressing, heightening our excitement. The build-up of pleasure happened slowly. But, the moment of intensity had arrived… the moment that my feelings for Chris would literally shake my body to its core. The impending euphoria ebbed and flowed each time he rocked against me. My legs shuddered with every stimulating thrust. Tremors of my impending orgasm flittered with each release of pressure of his hips on mine. I pumped my hips harder and faster against him, panting and gasping. Clutching his sides, I pulled him toward me, unable to stop the locomotive of ecstasy that was about to blow through my center with powerful force.

“Oh, Chris,” I moaned quietly.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, matching me thrust for thrust.

My lips reached for his, kissing him, eager for the last pump of his hips that would send me toppling over the edge.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned just as the final thrust between us momentarily caused both of us to lose our senses. A quick burst of pleasure was followed by a strong, blissful quaking that took my breath away. The look on Chris’s face and the shudder of his body proved that he was experiencing his own moment of delirium.

Chris laid his head in the crook of my neck, clinging to his satisfaction. Only the sound of our heaving breaths filled the air. I reveled in our peaceful indulgence, never feeling so close to anyone in my entire life.

Before long, we were both sleeping soundly in each other’s arms. I barely remember him brushing his lips across mine and whispering in the darkness, “Goodbye, sweetheart,” on his way out the door.

I awoke the next morning feeling a chasm in my heart that I couldn’t explain. I missed him so much already, and I knew that the hollowness I felt in my soul could only be filled by Chris.

The note he left on my pillow was a sweet reminder of the kind of man Chris was. I’d never felt so treasured.





Two long, painstaking weeks had passed. While Chris texted me every day just to say hi or tell me how much he missed me, too many days had passed since the night we’d spent together. I missed everything about him. His eyes. His smile. His laugh. His spine-tingling, musky scent. His arms wrapped around me. I quickly realized that one glorious night of deeply satisfying love-making wasn’t nearly enough. Every day I craved him more. I needed him. I yearned for him. With each passing day, the ache in my heart grew more unbearable while the pangs of my physical needs grew more insufferable.

He was in Phoenix, having just finished a show there.

“I miss you,” Chris said on the phone late that night.

“I miss you too.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we shared that amazing night at your house.”