Always In: The Shore Series Book 2 (25 page)

After the playfulness ends and he's back on top of me, he hooks his fingers inside the panties and pulls down. His fingers begin their exploration and when he feels my wetness he groans and enters his fingers inside me.

"Oh, God." I’m not sure if it's loud or not, but I can hear myself.

"Jesus, Harlow. You really are ready for me, aren't you? So fucking wet."

He pulls down his underwear and goes to his jeans for a condom. I watch as he slowly and clumsily rolls it on. His hands are still not steady but he performs the task and I appreciate the slow, methodical show.

I lay there naked and wanting him so much I rub my thighs together and he sees my desperation. He parts my knees with his hands and settles between me. He teases my clit with the head and I can feel my heart pang against my chest.

I take his face in my hands as he waits there and contemplates fucking me. I know it. I can see it on his face.

"Daniel, it's okay. I want you. I want this. Do you?"

He bites his bottom lip and releases it.

He lowers himself and slides in with the greatest of ease and when he enters, I feel like I’m floating above my body.

"God, Harlow, I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you, the moment you spoke to me, and I swear on anything and everything that I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

Daniel’s proclamation scares me and excites me because I know I have at one point in my life felt this way. And yes, I do want Daniel, I do. But I know I felt that way when I found my feelings for Cruz.

He lowers his head and our lips meet. Our tongues dance and he fucks me. Fucks me hard, and then slows it down, changing his pace so he's making love to me. My nails skim down his flesh as he crushes me with his weight and continues to push into me. We moan and swear and sweat and it's heaven. I can feel that I’m about to come every time he slows down, and I know it's because he's afraid he won't last long, so I urge him on.

"Daniel, fuck me. Faster. Fuck me harder. Please." I need him to. I need to feel this. I want this. Hard and fast.

He buries his face in my neck and hair and pumps in and out. Having Daniel inside me feels like bliss and I take solace in the way my body sparks from the immense pleasure I feel, and I’m close. So, so close as he pounds into my body harder. My muscles clench and I feel myself spasm. I come hard all around him and within a matter of seconds he's right behind me.

When he comes, good Lord, it's like he's a caged animal letting loose, and I have to say, it's a turn on. A. Huge. Turn. On. The way he yells out then murmurs my name over and over. It's a shame he stopped saying it because if he continued I would have come again just by the sweet way he said my name.

He rolls off me and onto his back. One hand strokes my face and I savor the feeling. Euphoria is the word to describe this. Sexual euphoria of the best kind. He takes his arm and it makes its way under me and pulls me to him. My body is curled up against his side and I place my knee onto his thigh and snuggle in. My arm is draped across his chest and I can feel the beat of his heart. We've been done for at least five minutes now and it's still erratic.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"I’m fine. I’m...I’m more than fine." He turns to me so our noses are tip to tip and he kisses my lips tenderly. He closes his eyes and strokes my cheek.

"Daniel, did you really mean what you said?"

"About?"

"About wanting me the first time you saw me. Was that true or a line?"

Daniels leans up on his elbow and cups my cheek in his hand.

"As soon as I heard that sweet and sexy-as-bloody-hell American accent, well, let's just say I’m a sucker for accents."

I feel like I’m blushing knowing that I feel the same way and he made me melt from the very first words he spoke to me. But it's more than that. It's more than an accent, it's more than his looks, or the fact he's a teacher, or a dad. Well, all those things if I’m being honest with myself are a lot of the reason I like him so much. My attraction to him is undeniable and I’m pretty sure by the way he just well...if I can be so blunt, fucked the shit out of me, he feels the same way.

We kiss again and I grind myself against his leg, feeling my wetness sneak in again just from his kisses. He pulls away and looks at me.

"You know you are very hard to resist, Miss Hannum."

"Right back at ya.” I smile into his lips and the words enter my brain and come out my mouth faster than I can think. “Would you spend the night with me?"

He smiles and nods and kisses me again. "I'd really like that."

"Good," I say. "Daniel, thank you for tonight. That was the best date I’ve ever been on."

I rest my head on his chest and listen to him breathe. I touch his buttery-soft skin and enjoy simply feeling him by my side.

"Miss Hannum, I think you're the whole package. And to be honest, those sexy knickers, well, they were the absolute bonus.” He reaches down and pulls off his condom and disposes it in the trashcan beside my bed.

I kiss his chest and pull the blanket up over us and then move my body as close as it can get. Daniel Mathewson thinks I’m the total package. We had mind-blowing sex and my new sexy underwear was the icing on the cake.

Damn.

Mental note: Kiss Willow Taylor's ass tomorrow till my lips hurt.

CHAPTER 14

The Man In The Mask

Harlow~

I feel him behind me. So strong, yet so tender. My back against his strong chest. I can feel him inhale and exhale. Slight snores and air coming from his mouth caress the back of my neck. I wiggle and he stirs from behind. The arm that’s draped around me suddenly pulls me in a little tighter and that's when I feel his lips on my skin between my back and the base of my neck. The kisses change their course, going from one shoulder across my upper back to the opposite shoulder. My skin suddenly breaks into gooseflesh and a sense of revival comes to my body. I roll my neck forward, relaxing in his touch. His palms circle my bare breasts, stroking my hard nipples with his fingertips and making me ripple with delight. I know what he wants and I want it just as much. That's all I want. I just want him inside me, in my body, and in my heart. I open my eyes and see the sun shining on the water. Why am I outside? Where am I? I close them again and feel the sudden warmth of the sun and hardness of the one behind me. Nudging my legs apart and sliding a finger between my folds, he gets me ready for something more. Opening me up and making me stir, his fingers work like magic, deepening my arousal. Emotionally and physically. His touch is alluring and I don't want him to stop. He pulls his fingers away and I feel the loss immediately. God, why did he stop?

When I think about being without him, it hurts.
To be without him would hurt. My soul can't live without him. My body craves him. I know I belong to him. He slides into me and rocks hard. Bliss. In this moment of ecstasy, my head spirals in delight, my heart beats faster. The ground beneath me is hard and it burns every time he pushes in and out of me. It feels like a rug burn. I can feel it but I’m not on a rug. I open my eyes and place my hand on the surface next to me.

Wood

I don't care that I’m in pain because the pleasure exceeds it. He fills me and I feel so satisfied, so in love. Can one’s heart love so much and feel so full of adoration for another?

I whisper, "I love you."

I feel the vibration of his laugh and he answers, "I love you too, Turnip."

I jump and I’m covered in sweat. My legs are tangled in my sheets.

Jesus!

What was that? I look around and realize that I’m in my room. I’m naked and a little out of sorts. Then I look to my left and see who is next to me and it's not the man I just dreamt about.

Daniel lays there, his face covered by his arm and his chest exposed. The light sheet only covers him from the waist down. He looks...perfect. That's the only word I can describe it, so why did I dream of Cruz? Why did I dream about Cruz making love to me?

If I have a man in my bed who makes me feel so much so soon, then why am I dreaming of another man? My head spins like I’m drunk and I bring my knees up to my chest and hug them. I rest my forehead on my knees and shut my eyes so tight trying to rid myself of my dream. How is this fair? I know it had to be a memory of something Cruz and I shared. It had to be pivotal enough for it to affect me in my dreams. I don't think I have it in me to even approach Cruz about this. What am I supposed to say, "Oh Cruz, hey guess what? I had a sex dream about us and I told you I loved you and you told me the same?"

That's not going to happen. It could have been just the aftereffects of what went down Friday night. That's the theory I’m going to go with for now even if it makes me feel uneasy. The dream felt so real, so true. I felt so much emotion during it. I don't remember most of my dreams, but that was so real and scares me so much.

I feel Daniel stir next to me but I don't look up until I feel his hand on my back and his kisses on my shoulder.

With his deep and gruff voice, he says, "Good morning, beautiful girl."

I smile against my knees and peek one eye up.

Wow.

He looks amazing. So handsome with his facial scruff and exposed chest and his sleepy eyes.

"Good morning, yourself," I mutter and wink at him. He pulls me down to rest atop of his beautifully naked body. I have to try and pretend I’m not as affected by the dream as I really am. This may be close to impossible, but I need cling to the now.

He looks at me and pushes my dangling hair from my eyes and holds my face in his hands. He kisses me softly but with much power behind it. I don't even care about morning breath or the fact that I was just covered in sweat. All he has to do is kiss me and I’m ready to go. The way he looks in the light of the day in my bed makes me desire to take a mental picture. He's something of spectacular reality, bringing me away from the memory of my dream. I love to feel his skin on mine as we continue to make out hot and heavy. He flips me over, our lips still locked and our tongues dancing.

I pull my lips away from his and tell him, "I want you, Daniel."

He bites his lip and trails his finger down the valley of my breasts, down my abdomen, to my clit, and slips a finger inside me. He moans.

"Oh, I can tell." He takes my hand and puts it on his cock and I feel the silky smooth hardness of him.

"And so can I." I smile at him and he withdraws his finger and goes to the end table for his wallet and another condom. I’m figuring it's a little too early in this budding relationship to tell him they aren't necessary. This womb is the non-functioning kind.

He rolls it on and I love to watch him because he never takes his eyes from mine. It's almost as though he enjoys me watching him do it. It takes a split second for him to enter me and my hands reach his back and I dig into his skin. I lick the skin on his shoulder and shut my eyes. When I do I see flashes of light and then I see his face.

Cruz.

My eyes pop open quickly and I buck my hips up, riding Daniel from underneath and I can't stop. I shut my eyes again so tightly this time. I can't stop fucking him and I can't stop seeing Cruz's face. What is wrong with me? I use all the strength in my body to raise my hips up and down as hard as I can. Our rhythmic moves match each other thrust for thrust and I don't think I’ve ever fucked someone so hard from underneath in my life. I come quickly, my whole body convulsing and I yell out as I do. "Oh, here I come, Oh. God." I try with all my might not to yell out Cruz's name as I think about him the whole time Daniel is fucking me and as I come.

And I feel sick.

Daniel comes and buries his head in the crook of my neck, panting and stilling inside me. And what do I do? I fucking cry.

Emotions overwhelm me. I have this incredible man who I’m pretty damn sure I’m crazy about inside me and I thought about another man. This torment makes my stomach churn. What sort of person does that make me? Just when I think I’m finally normal and on the right path to maybe being happy in my life, confusion leads my head into another direction. I wipe my face quickly as I feel Daniel push his body up from mine.

"Jesus," he says looking at me and I smile at him. "What a way to wake up." He flops down next to me and catches his breath. I can't speak because I’m so afraid if I do, I'll cry again and I don't want him to leave, but I don't want him to stay. I need to digest everything that has just happened. I need to wrap my head around it.

Daniel's phone buzzes beside him and he looks at it. "It's Ally. I better take this. I’m sorry." He kisses my forehead and makes his way to my bathroom in all his naked glory. As soon as I hear the door close, I grab my phone from my nightstand and quickly send Willow and Thea a text.

both of you be on high alert. I need you, but not yet. I have company.

With in a few seconds Willow responds:

sexy underwear always works :-)

Then Thea:
yay! Can't wait to hear all about it. I'll be here. call when you can.

I hear the bathroom door open and I quickly put my phone back.

He has one of my towels around his waist and looks sad.

"What's wrong?" I pull on a T-shirt from the floor and slip on my underwear from last night.

"Henry has a fever. Ally and he are on their way back. I have to get going and call his physician."

I’m sad and relieved at the same time he has to go but I feel terrible that Henry is sick.

I stand up as he begins to dress.

"Daniel, I’m so sorry. That poor little man. Is there anything I can do? Maybe bring him over ice cream later if he's up to it?"

Daniel's face brightens and when he finishes dressing he comes over to me and takes me in his arms. He feels so good and I feel so guilty.

He kisses my cheek. "You are such an incredible woman. You do know that, don't you, Harlow?" I nod because all I can do is choke down the tears threatening to spill.

"I had a wonderful evening. I don't want to go. I want to be with you, but daddy duty calls." I pull my face away from his chest while still in his arms.