Finding A Way Back Home: Nomadic Rhodes, Book 3 by Sydne Barnett

Author:Sydne Barnett [Barnett, Sydne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flame & Fiction LLC
Published: 2024-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

ELORA

Once we’d rung ourselves dry, Broderick used one deft finger to scoop his cum back inside me in some primal unspoken laying of claim. Perverse, filthy, and toe-curlingly delicious. I loved it. Loved knowing our bodies had melded entirely. Loved his sly smile as his insatiable eyes followed the lines of my body to my face. My bones went liquid. I was lying in a pool of my own sweat, acutely aware of the skin his fingers had just set alight before he eased off the bed to the bathroom. It was there that my spinning mind came to a very important conclusion: I’d never really lived until my lifelong flame had orgasmed fifteen years of pent-up angst and desire out of my body in one sitting. Like we were a bomb that needed to be defused before it detonated, and we’d watched that ticker count down to the last possible second. The most adoring praise always followed his filthy words. That approbation, combined with his skilled, oh-so-responsive fingers and a cock the gods would envy, reduced me to an incoherent puddle of languid limbs draped across sheets that smelled like us.

That smelled like him.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered huskily as he lowered his body around me and I inhaled deeply, soaking up the scent of lust and home and unadulterated bliss. Two simple words wielded so confidently, and he had me swooning even in my unresponsive pool of vibrating euphoria.

“Mmmm,” I practically purred as his warmth enveloped me. It was as close as I was getting to a word. Seriously, who attached anvils to my eyelids? Because they couldn’t remember how to open. I knew I loved the man—knew every poor fucker that tried to date me had been unfairly held against his flame—but this was fucking ridiculous. Who knew concealed under the ties and tweed, the recited Proust and Kant, lay a delicious lover just waiting to devastate me? To ruin me for anyone else.

But as his warm arm wrapped around my waist, his face gently nuzzling into my neck, and my ass wriggling into his dick, I hummed contentedly. Because yeah, Broderick could fuck better than a porn star, but I’d never felt so… cherished. He’d gotten me off, then cleaned me up. I returned the favor, and we laid there, just reminiscing. Slowly, tenderly, he shifted his body over mine, cradling my face as he peppered it in kisses before we made love. The sweetest, most intimate kind of love. The deep-in-my-core, only-in-movies kind of sex I’d never known. We cuddled, ordered room service, ate, laughed, and talked about dreams… and then he came back for more, like he could never get enough.

Which was a relief because I knew I could never get enough. He was right. Whatever this was, it would not stay in Las Vegas. How could that thrill me just as much as it terrified me?

“You hungry?” he whispered groggily against my dewy skin.

“Mmmmm,” I hummed. Maybe? I couldn’t locate my stomach to check in.

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