by Viragh, Brea
He cupped my rear end and brought me closer until I was pressed against him with no room to move. One of his hands slipped between our bodies to take hold of my breast, teasing the nipple until it puckered. My world narrowed until there was only him and the sensations he ignited in me.
He had wicked hands and magical fingers which managed to find each sweet spot. Moving as fast as lightning, Duncan delved into my depths, probing deep. Each scrape of his fingertips against my insides made me shudder, those little touches creating a shockwave of delight.
“You’re tight.”
His eyes locked on mine and I moved to his rhythm. I wanted to stay in the moment forever, savoring his body as my own reached steadily toward climax.
A flick of his thumb and I fell apart, losing any last thread of sanity with his name echoing in my mind.
He crept on top of me, a fluid rising of his body until his shoulders blocked my view of the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked on an exhale, as pliant as tumbled silk. Was there a limit to how horny a woman could feel? I doubted it.
“I’m going to make love to you before I burst.” Duncan put off enough heat to rival a furnace. It weakened my knees and I was happy to be lying down.
“I was hoping to play with Duncan Jr. before we moved on to the grand finale.” I gestured toward the bobbing purple head.
He chuckled and kissed me on the mouth. His lips were warm. “Sweetheart, we have time later. I’ll burst if I can’t be inside of you.”
Shock raced over me the moment he plunged home. Duncan drove deep, my pelvis stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. I rose to meet him on a sigh, nails biting into his back and lips rubbing over his.
“I love you, Duncan,” I whispered against his ear.
“Ditto, kid. I love you more.”
He began to thrust his hips, skin slapping against skin with the fury and precision of a tireless machine. Pleasure consumed me until only the feelings remained, my vision blurred and blood pounding through my veins. We moved together. Sweat slicked my thighs, Duncan pounding into my core.
Better than I’d dreamed.
Sweeter than I’d hoped.
I clung to him on those final thrusts, until Duncan plunged home one last time and I let go of every stress, every worry until there was only the man. A haze of lust and love kept my brain in a fog, leaving me trembling, exposed to him, and happy. Everyone else could go to Hell. I’d found my Heaven.
Later, in the afterglow of sex with his arms around me, I stroked a path along this chest. Nestled in Duncan’s arms, where I belonged. “It took you long enough to figure it out, Mister,” I admonished, keeping my tone light. “Any longer and I wouldn’t have waited. I know I told you I would, but a girl has to put a limit on these things.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “I agree. A month was much too long. You should punish me.”
I felt rather than saw his smile while he traced a finger along the line of my cheek.
“I’d be glad to punish you. I’m sure there are a few tricks up my sleeve you haven’t seen before,” I answered. Breath failed to return to my body and there was an odd sense of displacement. Inner romantic and I were finally on the same page. Both she and I had a hard time believing our good luck.
August was right, although heaven forbid I admit it to him.
“Promise me it will always be like this,” Duncan demanded. “Promise me that every time will be as wonderful as the first time.”
Snuggling deeper into his warmth, I nodded. “I promise.”
THE END
AFTERWORD
Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed Touch Me. The story continues with Kiss Me, coming in March 2017. If you have a spare moment to leave a review, it would be much appreciated! Reviews help new readers find my work, along with providing helpful feedback for my writing. Also, why not enjoy updates and freebies? Join my newsletter to learn about upcoming releases, available titles, teasers, and more! Please feel free to sign up at www.breaviragh.com or follow on Facebook and Twitter.
The Promise Me series
Hold Me (part 1) (click here to purchase)
Touch Me (part 2)
Kiss Me (part 3)
Love Me (part 4)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I am extremely grateful to my wonderful boyfriend for not batting an eye when I quit my job to write full time. Without his unwavering support, as well as not balking at our single income household budget, this book series as well as others would have stayed in my head. Now I welcome new characters to the page.
Thank you once more to my editors, Deb, Danielle, and Shannon. I appreciate your hard work!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Brea Viragh is a writer based in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia with degrees from Berea College and Nova Southeastern University. When she isn’t writing, her hobbies include binge watching HGTV, scouring thrift shops for goodies, and maintaining her alpha status among her boyfriend, puppy, and three cats. A recipient of a 5-Star Writer Award from NY Literary, her work includes the Promise Me series, available online, as well as short stories published in New Realm, eFiction, and Conceit magazines.
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