Chapter Fifteen

Sacha

The sun setting over the mountain range was magnificent, so we sat on the deck to watch it before going back to the bedroom. Gib insisted I sit next to him on the wooden bench, and he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around us. I snapped photos of the sunset with my phone, but the results didn't do justice to the multi-colored panorama. Over the silhouette of mountain peaks, the sky was varying shades of pink, from magenta to pale peach and everything in between. Clouds and jet trails dotted the sky, adding silvery-white accents. The solitude of the place and the gorgeous scenery had an addictive quality that was making it harder for me to think of leaving.

Which I definitely would come morning.

I had texted Melanie while using the bathroom. To her credit, she didn't say, "I told you so" when I admitted I was staying over, but she did include a snarky wink emoji in her response. Now I regretted not taking Mel's advice to pack some essentials.

We had been sitting in quiet awe for a few minutes. Heat from Gib's body and the blanket had warmed me nicely. I was almost sad to see the sun fading from view over the hills. "The sunsets in Kennesaw are never this pretty. Too many city lights, I guess."

"Personally, I love the peace and quiet. And the changing of the seasons."

His arm was around me, holding me as I leaned against him. He's more affectionate than I thought he'd be. I wish he'd stop.

When the first star made its appearance on the horizon, Gib pulled me onto his lap. I was still under the blanket with my back to him, wearing only my panties and the long sweater. I'd left my bra laying on the bedroom floor along with my jeans, thinking I'd get fully dressed after dinner. But now Gib's hands had other plans for me.

With one hand, he was unbuttoning the sweater. My nipples stood at attention, whether in anticipation or from the chill night air, I wasn't sure. His hand was warm, and he cupped one breast before tweaking the nipple into a taut peak. He gave it a slight pinch, causing me to cry out.

Warmth flooded the area between my legs. My breasts had become ultra-sensitive lately, so the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. I squirmed, seeking relief from the tension that was building up again.

"Sit still," he commanded, so I gripped his legs with my hands. He was still naked beneath the robe, and the evidence of his arousal was a spear of heat against my bottom. Involuntarily, I pressed against it, causing a soft groan and a warning from him.

"Keep that up and you will find yourself flung onto my bed again." I responded, not with words but deeds, grinding my bottom against him and leaning back to kiss his cheek. He gave a soft chuckle. "So that's how she wants to play it?"

Now it was I who groaned as his hand settled between my legs. Rubbing and caressing through the silk of my panties, he almost brought me to a peak again. No one had ever had such an effect on me. The man just touched me and I was ready to explode.

Must be my crazy hormones again. He can't be that talented.

I was arching my back, leaning against him with my eyes closed and legs parted. If anyone saw me this way, I would die from embarrassment. I was so out of my element here but had lost the will to do anything but respond.

Without warning, Gib removed his hand and stood, wrapping the blanket around both of us. He propelled me forward step by step, until we reached the glass door. He opened it, and led me into the living room, tossing the blanket onto the sofa. I followed in a daze of desire, heart pounding. When we reached the bedroom, he removed the robe, letting it drop to the floor. My breath caught in my throat. He was magnificent, with his blond hair a messy wave of tangles, his broad shoulders, and tight abdomen. I wanted to taste and feel every inch of him, as he had done with me.

But he moved first, reaching out to finish unbuttoning my sweater, and pulling my panties down at the same time. Then he pulled me close, and the shock of skin to skin was an almost unbearable pleasure.

"Lie down."

I needed no further encouragement. Once I settled back on the pillows, he moved to lie on top of me. He started slowly again, kissing my face, my jaw, my earlobe. I couldn't take another prolonged foreplay session, not this time. I grabbed his head and smashed my lips against his in a ferocious kiss.

Gib responded with equal passion, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with a quiet fury. One hand grabbed a handful of my hair and the other slipped under the small of my back, tilting me up to him. His erection was pressed against my opening, demanding entry. As slick as I was, he slipped in without effort, but I still gasped in surprise as he filled me to the hilt.

A sweet burn of pleasure in my core made me clench, causing him to moan my name. As he began to move in and out, he whispered in my ear.

"We are going to fully remember this night, I promise you."

His thrusts were vigorous, but not enough to make me uncomfortable. He varied his pace, stopping every now and then to hold himself immobile. That was almost maddening, especially when he looked down at me with that wicked grin.

Once he even pulled out, causing me to curse at the sudden emptiness.

"Damn it. Don't stop now."

"Why not?"

"I was so close," I gasped.

He began again, moving his hips in ways I never knew a man could move. When he finally pressed forward and held himself in place, I bit his shoulder as my climax rumbled through me. Moments later he stiffened, groaned, and released his seed into me once again.

This time I felt it, savored it.

As he lay limp across me, I enjoyed the weight of him. His back was slick with sweat, right above his butt. I gave his butt a squeeze, and he sighed in my ear. When he moved away to lie next to me, I snuggled against his shoulder.

Yes. This was worth staying for.

"You were right, Gib. That was much better than the night we met."

He turned to face me. In the dim light, his blue eyes were almost indigo. He placed a finger under my chin and kissed me, a sweet brush of his lips.

"Darlin', we've just begun."

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