One to Hold (One to Hold 1)

“Ooh,” I moaned as once again my body was stretched in the most delicious way possible. My orgasm that had only cooled slightly as I played with him came raging back with every thrust.

He groaned and rolled me on top of him, clutching my buttocks hard and lifting me, gripping me up and plunging me back down. I gasped, reaching forward, placing my palms flat against the headboard, rocking my clit against his shaft. The friction had me blazing and tight. His groans were animal and wild.

In my position, leaning forward, my breasts teased in his face, and his tiny sucks and bites registered directly between my legs. I shook with pleasure. That intense orgasm was on the brink of bursting through me. Two more impossibly deep thrusts and shudders exploded down my limbs.

“Derek…” I moaned, and he groaned low in response, still pushing into me. I gasped, my core muscles spasming around his enormous cock again and again, my fingers digging into the headboard as the orgasm radiated through my lower body.

He rocked his hips two more times, going deep into me and groaning loudly in release. Then I collapsed in his huge, strong arms, completely spent. He wrapped them around me, holding me tight against him as we rolled to the side. Our hearts pounded, our breath came so fast. My eyes were closed, and I felt his soft lips kissing my brows, my lids, moving to my nose, down to just gently touching my lips. I blinked slowly, and he smiled.

“You come in the most spectacular way for me,” he said.

My first instinct was to be self-conscious, but he kissed me again.

“I’ve never made love like this,” I said softly. “I’ve never felt it so intensely.”

He kissed me lightly again. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

I was wrapped in the circle of his arms, feeling as safe as if I were in a cocoon. “I could say the same to you.”

“I only do what you let me. If you weren’t into it, none of this would happen.”

I thought about that a moment. What was it about him that conjured this wild, sexual side of me I’d never known existed? The side that would follow a stranger to a dark, secluded patio for insane, animal fucking. Or into a family bathroom. That had me screaming in his bed? Was it just chemistry? Was it his confidence? Was it the way he was so sure of what I wanted and so ready to give it to me? I didn’t have the answers. I only knew I’d lose something truly major when we said goodbye.

“I guess that’s true,” I finally said. “But you know exactly how to lead me there. And you’re not just willing, you’re eager to take me.”

“Why the hell wouldn’t I be?”

My brow lined, and this time when our eyes met, our expressions were serious, as if we both knew what was on the line tomorrow. I sighed, lowering my cheek to his chest, tracing my finger through the light sprinkling of hair there.

He continued lightly kissing my forehead, my cheek, and I drifted to sleep wishing that I never had to leave this wonderful spot.

Chapter 9 – The End of the Week

I stayed in Derek’s room all night, and we made love several more times, passionately, gently, each time savoring our final moments together, until at last we had to sleep. When I opened my eyes to the sunlight bursting over the low hills, my heart broke. It was here. The end of the week.

Derek was still asleep behind me, his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist as if he could protect me from what was waiting for my return if I let him. I knew he would, and I was certain he’d do a damn good job. But if that had been what I’d wanted, I’d have gone to the police a long time ago.

No, what I was dealing with I wanted to handle myself, and only involve the very few who absolutely had to know. I took a deep breath, thinking of the packing I hadn’t done. Of the plane I had to catch in a few hours. I stretched, placing my hands on his forearms and gently moving them apart.

He released me, rolling onto his back, and I sat up, glancing over my shoulder to see him blinking at the ceiling. Then he turned to look at me. A sad smile in his eyes.

“Every morning this week I woke up wishing you were in my bed,” he said, sliding my long dark curls off my back. He sat up and kissed the top of my shoulder, then my smiling lips. His hand slid to my waist then up, cupping my breast. Tingles rose along my legs at his touch, but I was out of time.

“I have to get back to my room,” I sighed. “I haven’t even begun to pack.”

He kissed the top of my shoulder again, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I wish there was something I could do. Start the week over somehow.”

I slid forward and picked up my bathing suit, wishing I’d packed at least a dress or something to wear for the walk back to the spa side.

“I keep thinking of all the missed opportunities,” I smiled, sliding my cover up over my shoulders and leaning forward to kiss him. “Who needs food? Sleep? Manicures? I should’ve been with you.”

He laughed and tried to hold onto me, but I stepped back. “And now I have to go.” But as I said the words, the pain twisted in my chest.

His brow creased, and he stood, stepping into his discarded swim trunks. “Let me walk you back.”

“We’ll look ridiculous in swimsuits so early in the morning,” I tried to laugh. To think of anything to ease the intense misery growing inside me. But it didn’t work.

“I couldn’t care less.” He slipped the tee back over his head and took my hand, picking up my bag.