Page 88 of Covert Mission
She stammers, “L-lucas!” Her fingers clench in my hair, her heels spasm against my ass and she nearly climbs into my skin.
My orgasm is immediate. It arrives on a strike of lightning. Violent and charged with uncontrollable force.
An inferno of energy snaps along my spine, tunnels my vision, knocks every ounce of air out of my lungs.
I can’t ever remember coming so….
Hell, I can’t even remember any other women.
I slide to the floor, taking her down with me until I’m on my knees.
My arms are shaking. My cock is raw and throbbing deep inside of her, pulsing out the last of my cum.
That’s when I realize Camile is crying.
Fuck.
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I almost died by orgasm and what do I do?
I cry.
This is not my life.
Twice this man has turned me into a crying baby. What in the world?
His hands are hot and shaky as he cups my face in his palms. “God, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I sniff. “It’s nothing like that. I just…kind of had a moment. I can’t explain it.”
How could I explain something that’s made of all the threads of my lifetime?
A zing of pleasure ripples through my core as I shift.
He’s still hard. Still stretching me. My nipples start to throb again every time his inhale causes his chest to rub against my aching peaks.
It’s an incredibly intimate moment. Us on the shower floor, me wrapped around him, both of us breathless and spent.
And here I am, ruining it.
Way to go, Camy.
I got it on with the hottest man on the continent and lost my marbles.
“Promise me, you’re okay?” His thumbs stroke over my cheeks, wiping away the last of my tears.
His eyes are so beautiful and intense. Looking at him makes my heart gallop and my throat go dry. But the real problem is that looking at Lucas makes me want things I’ll never have.
My words hitch. “I’m great.”
“I was too rough.”
Lucas sweeps me off the floor and carries me through the little house to the bed. Water goes everywhere.
He lays me on top of the bedclothes, climbs on top of me, and cages me in with his forearms. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I was too raw. I’m sorry.”
I pull back and frown at him. “I’m not sorry.”