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mouth.
    His pounding slows and he’s taking me with long smooth strokes.
    The sudden shift in sensation is pure bliss and I mew and purr as his mouth kisses a hot wet trail down my back.
    His hand loosens on my hip and he slides his fingers around to my front, dips between my folds and settles either side of my sensitive clit.
    Holding himself deep he circles his talented fingers on my clit, all the while his mouth kisses and nips at the tender flesh of my back.
    Then he’s moving again and I’m flying.
    So much sensation.
    Too much.
    His smell, his growling moans and muttered words.
    I’m cocooned within his embrace.
    His arms wrap around me, his fingers work my clit, his cock plunging over and over.
    All at once, my toes curl and my world explodes.
    Waves of molten bliss wash over me and somewhere in the distance my lover lets out a strangled yell and stiffens.
    We tremble and moan together for what feels like hours till we collapse in a boneless heap.
    He rolls me onto my back and kisses me, his mouth wide and breathless as though he can’t bear to stop touching me.
    I want to kiss him back, but I’m drained so I just lay there smiling against his kisses, feeling giddy.
    It’s hours later that I wake in the dark, the heavy warm weight of my lover beside me.
    I don’t even know him and yet I feel closer and more connected to this man then any other person I’ve ever encountered in my life.
    How is that even possible?
    I roll to face him and I can just make out his large form and the edges of his handsome face.
    I want to stay.
    I want to wake up with this man.
    Maybe we could have breakfast and get to know each other outside the bed.
    We may have nothing in common; we might have everything in common.
    What if we really like each other?
    A nasty memory slices through my imaginings.
    Walking in to find Karl and the slutty waitress.
    The mixture of shock and confusion quickly became a wave of pain and humiliation.
    I was so stupid, a stupid little girl playing at love, following silly dreams.
    And it was all bullshit.
    While I’d been falling in love and making plans, he’d been banging everything that moved. I was just one name on a long list of women he was bedding.
    Never again.
    Never again will I let a man have that amount of power over me.
    I carefully climb out of the bed, grab my clothes and tiptoe out…
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Gemma and I are sitting in her living room eating ice cream and watching movies when she looks at me and mutes the TV.
    “You like him, don’t you?”
    I sigh and cover my face with my hands. “I don’t even know him.”
    “You’ve had two one-night stands with him and you’ve had that melancholy expression on your face for nearly a week.”
    “And what?” I fall back on the cushion and look at her. “Yes I like him, but I don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he’s amazing in the sack. I’ll probably never see him again anyway, so what does it matter?”
    “Wow,” Gemma gazes at me. “You really do like him.”
    “Oh shut up.” I throw a pillow at her and we both laugh when she dodges it easily. “Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson. One-night stands are not for me but I’m not sure relationships are either. If I’m melancholy, it’s because I’ve finally realized that I love sex but I’m not ready for another relationship. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.”
    A strangled sound is my only warning before Gemma launches herself at me. She’s hugging me so tight I can hardly breathe and I feel the wetness of tears on my shoulder.
    “I’m so sorry,” she whimpers. “It’s my fault.”
    “Stop it, it’s not your fault.” I wrap my arms around her and hug just as tightly, my own tears running down my cheeks now. “You’re not responsible for my baggage.”
    “But I pushed you into having a one-night stand and following the rules and he might be the love of your