And with that realization, plus her shifting movements, he felt her guide him closer to her and he followed blindly. When he pressed against that wet heat, he closed his eyes, trying to remember something. It was something important!
Faye wanted to scream! Instead, she bit his shoulder, shifting against him, desperate to feel him fill her. She couldn’t believe how desperately she needed to feel him fill her, to have Zantar inside of her. She was positive that, if he didn’t enter her this exact moment, she would go insane! Every cell in her body was vibrating, trembling with the need to feel him inside of her and the dratted man wasn’t moving fast enough! She shifted, trying to figure out how to get him to do what she needed.
And then he was there! She felt him nudge against her opening and she almost whimpered with relief! Grasping his shoulders, she arched against him, silently begging him to fill her, to make her whole! Just once in her life, she needed to feel that, to ease the aching, desperate need inside of her created by this man’s hands and mouth!
He pressed into her heat then, the passage smooth and ready for him. He was huge! His entry slowed only because she wasn’t used to him and she wiggled, ignoring his groan or the way his hands gripped her then. She needed all of him and he was moving too slowly. “Now Zantar!” she whispered, shocked at the way her voice sounded so hoarse.
In the next moment, he slid into her heat, feeling him fill her and she held her breath, willing her mind to relax so that she could take all of him. He was definitely larger than she’d anticipated, but he felt too good! Too perfect!
Before she’d had a chance to adjust to his size, he pulled back and she almost punched him. She’d actually curled her fingers into a fist to do just that, but then he thrust back into her and she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist. Blindly, she reached up, gripping his shoulders as he pulled out, then thrust again, the friction making her mind whirl with unexpected sensations. It was too much. It wasn’t enough! Shifting, she rubbed her legs against him, trying to get him to move faster because words failed her in this moment.
Finally, he thrust into her more rapidly, every thrust shifting against that nub and making her body spiral higher and higher. She wasn’t aware of the sound she was making or the way Zantar looked down at her with an intensity that he’d never experienced before. All she was aware of was the need inside of her and the way his body helped her satisfy that need until…!
She saw stars! Faye literally saw stars as her body convulsed with waves of pleasure! She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, could only hang onto Zantar with all of her strength as she let the waves of pleasure race through her. She felt him moving inside of her, every additional thrust creating more shivers of pleasure until she thought she might just pass out. Finally he stopped, collapsing down on top of her and she tried to wrap her arms around him, but she couldn’t move. Every muscle inside of her was unresponsive as she melted into the mattress, absorbing his weight because the world was finally right and wonderful.
A long time later, she opened her eyes and smiled. He was still inside of her, still holding her close and Faye wanted to laugh. She must have given in to the desire because he lifted his head, bracing his weight on his forearms as he looked down at her. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice still rough and sexy.
She shrugged, lifting one leg so that she could slide her inner thigh against his hip while her hands moved up and down his upper arms. “Nothing,” she replied, then laughed again.
“Why are you laughing then?” he asked and pulled out of her, moving quickly to the bathroom to get a washcloth. He cleaned himself and Faye lifted up onto her elbows to watch him. She loved the way his back rippled with muscles and she was even more amused to realize that he was still wearing his pants. Looking down at herself, she gasped at how wanton she looked with her robe completely spread open and her naked body splayed out. Pulling the robe closed, she scooted higher up onto the bed, pushing a pillow behind her. She tied the belt of the robe tightly and looked over at him warily when he approached the bed with the washcloth.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asked.
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m going to clean you,” he told her. “I…” he sighed, shaking his head. “I forgot to use a condom.”
Faye stared at him, not understanding what he meant. Why would he worry about using a condom? And then the words finally sunk into her pleasure-muddled mind. No condom. No condom!
“Oh!” was all she could say. It was as far as her mind went. She stared at him, suddenly understanding why she really needed that washcloth. She reached for it, but he shook his head, pulling the cloth away as he put a hand on her knees. “I can do that,” she told him frantically, shifting further away from him.
“I am sorry, Faye,” he said, his fingers sliding along her calf gently. “Let me clean you up.”
Faye looked at him, startled by the grim expression in his eyes. “You’re upset?”
“Yes,” he replied gruffly, his fingers wrapping around her ankle and tugging. “I was irresponsible, Faye.”
“I was too,” she whispered, her mind whirling with the potential problems.
“When was your last period?”
Her cheeks turned bright red with that question, and she reached out, taking the damp cloth from him. “Um…” she thought back. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to look at the calendar on my phone.” She still didn’t clean herself up, too embarrassed to do that in front of him. Instead, she climbed off of the bed and walked into the bathroom, needing a moment of privacy.
Once the door was firmly, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. Unfortunately, the stickiness between her legs started to bother her and she frantically wiped away the evidence of her stupidity. Yes, Zantar blamed himself, but she was the one who would have to deal with the consequences of their actions. He could go on his merry way! He could go back to wherever he was from and continue on with his life!
Faye counted back the days, trying to remember when she’d last had her period, but her cycles weren’t very consistent. Sometimes, she’d have a period in twenty-eight days and sometimes the next cycle would come in twenty days. Or even forty! She liked those times, getting a bit of extra time in between the cramps and the tedium of dealing with that time of the month. She didn’t get mood swings or cravings like some women, but she definitely felt the cramps.
Sighing, she tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket, bracing her hands on the sink as she tried to process this situation.
A knock on the bathroom door startled her and she stood up, not sure how she could face Zantar again.
“Faye?” he called out through the door. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” she lied. She wasn’t fine. She was freaking out! And she was berating herself for being so out of control that she hadn’t reminded, or more like demanded, that he use a condom!
“No, you’re not,” he countered, his voice barely muffed through the thin, cheap door.
She almost laughed but straightened up and pulled open the door, holding onto the doorknob as if it were a lifeline. Slowly, she let her eyes lift to his. “No. I’m not,” she agreed with a very soft tilt of her head. “I’m sort of freaking out right now.”
He nodded, then pulled her into his arms. He’d pulled his shirt back on and she laid her head against his chest, wishing that she could feel his skin again. She’d really liked that. Granted, there’d been a lot of aspects of the past…however long it had been since he’d stepped into her apartment…that she’d liked. No, loved. Yes, she’d loved making love with Zantar. He probably thought of their time together as just sex, but she…loved him. Yes, she truly loved him.
Love after only a few days? Was that possible?