75 A Different Kind of Light

Lila

Her entire body was alight. She wasn't even sure where his warmth ended and hers began. She knew she was bent backwards, arching into him, aching for him to keep going. She had put her hands back to touch him, but at this point she was just fisting his shirt and holding on.

She blinked once, caught sight of his face, staring at her, open mouthed, like the sun shone out of her—his pupils so big his eyes were almost black. How was he still on the phone when he could do this to her?

"Dane…Dane…" she whispered his name because she didn't have words for what she was feeling. No man had ever made her want like this. No man had ever been able to evoke these kinds of feelings in her. This desperation. This need.

His chest heaved in times with hers and she could feel the wave building.