Exposed to You (One Night of Passion 2)

“Don’t be ridiculous. My cheeks aren’t flushed because of a fever,” she rasped.

“It sounds like you’ve swallowed sandpaper,” he said, his brow furrowed with worry. “Get into bed, Joy. Please?”

Instead of following his demand, however, she opened the bedside table. She’d observed that Everett kept some condoms in there. She withdrew one and tore it open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, grabbing her wrist when she moved to roll it on his penis.

“I told you. I want to make love to you,” she said, glancing up. “Please.”

She saw his throat convulse. His hold on her loosened. Joy rolled on the prophylactic. When she’d finished, she waved toward the bed. “Sit down with your back against the headboard. Please,” she added softly when he gave her a blazing glance. He said nothing, but did as she asked.

“What are you planning on doing?” he asked when she lifted her gown and straddled his thighs. She took his cock into her hand and arrowed it into her pussy. She was wet—very wet—but at first, her vagina seemed to resist the intrusion of a thick, hard cock. She gritted her teeth and clung on to Everett’s shoulders. He grasped her hips. Her cry segued to a shaky whimper as she applied a solid pressure and his cock carved into her body.

“Jesus, Joy,” Everett mumbled. His head fell back against the padded headboard. He looked as if he’d just had a workout at the gym. Every muscle on his torso was defined, tensed and glazed with a sheen of sweat. She sat in his lap, her body harboring the length of his penis.

“Do you remember that night of the premiere, when we made love and you said you’d wanted to connect to me?” she whispered throatily.

“Of course.”

“I want to do something similar now. Let’s talk.”

“Talk?” he asked, looking disbelieving.

“Yes. That’s a tantric sex thing, isn’t it? We’re supposed to keep ourselves on the edge of arousal for as long as possible. Talk. Commune. Share ourselves, and when . . .”

She swallowed thickly when her voice broke.

“Joy?”

She continued more firmly. “When the end finally comes, it will be all that much more special.”

She met Everett’s stare determinedly. “It’s what I want. I’m not afraid to feel close to you, like I was on that night. I’m not afraid of your honesty.”

“You said I overwhelmed you.”

“Tonight, I want to be overwhelmed.”

He moved his hands on her hips. His cock swelled inside her.

“What should we talk about?”

“Anything. What was the happiest day of your life?”

He blinked. “I’d like to think it hasn’t happened yet,” he said slowly. He gripped her hips and moved them in a subtle circular motion. She gasped. He grimaced. “This isn’t going to work, Joy. Your fever—it’s making you so hot. It’s like being buried in a tight fire.”

“Focus,” she whispered. His gaze flickered over her face.

“Well, if it weren’t for you getting upset about Jenny and getting sick, I’d say today was pretty damn awesome.”

She smiled.

“What about you?” he asked.

She closed her eyes briefly, willfully resisting an almost overwhelming urge to ground her pussy down in his lap to get pressure on her throbbing clit.

“When I got my full scholarship to art school, that was pretty special. For a while there, I was concerned I wasn’t going to be able to go to VCU’s program. It was my first choice for art school, and it’s not easy to get in. My mother was so happy I’d been accepted, but she died not realizing we really wouldn’t have been able to cover the finances. When I found out about the scholarship, it was like someone lifted the door on my cage,” she said.

“And the dove flew free.”