Free Insider (Exodus End #1) by Olivia Cunning

for contemplation.
    “That’s it,” he murmured. “You feel me now, don’t you?”
    She nodded slightly, still lost in his gaze. Her body lost in bliss.
    “Are you with me?”
    “Yes, I’m with you.”
    “I’m with you too. You’re amazing inside, Toni.”
    She bit her lip. She knew he meant inside her body, not inside her heart. Not inside her soul. Not even inside her mind. She wanted only the physical, but found separating the physical from the emotional was a lot harder than she bargained for. Sharing something this intimate, even with a virtual stranger, tugged at feelings she wished she could deny. Toni slipped her hands into his thick curls and urged his sensual mouth to mate with hers. While kissing him, she could pretend that he really liked her. Pretend he loved her. He’d never know. He’d just think she really liked kissing, not that she was pouring her heart into the gesture. Stupid, Toni. What are you doing? She kissed him more desperately. Her hands moved to explore his sweat-slick back, his firm ass, and the taut muscles that flexed beneath his skin with each thrust. She wished they could have more than this one time. Wished she could learn how to please him and all the ways her body could be pleased in return. She knew as soon as he figured out she’d misled him, he would be finished with her. But maybe he wouldn’t find out. Maybe she could convince him that she was only interested in a sexual relationship and was game for anything. What man would refuse that kind of arrangement?
    “You’re thinking again,” Logan said. “How does a guy get a brainy woman to stop thinking while he fucks her?”
    “I’m sorry. I tend to do more thinking than fu . . . screwing.”
    He chuckled. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
    “I sure hope so.”
    He shifted his body off hers slightly, and his hand moved down between their bodies. She had no idea what his intention was until his fingers brushed her clit.
    “Let’s disengage that brain of yours.” He rubbed her clit with rapid, thought-shattering precision. He rocked his hips, sliding within her slightly as he brought her higher and higher with his touch. It was a moment before she realized she was calling out as her body strained toward something she knew she had to have, at the same time uncertain if she’d ever attain it. She’d brought herself to climax by stroking her clit many times in the past, but her vagina had never been filled when she’d reached orgasm. She’d never been exposed inside and out with a man buried deep within. So when her pleasure peaked and her body clenched around him, pulling at him, drawing him deeper, encouraging him to come with her, she called out to him brokenly, finally understanding what true bliss meant.
    Logan shifted his fingers away and rode her climax with rapid thrusts. His body stiffened suddenly, and he groaned. Toni tried to force her eyes open. She wanted to see what a man looked like when her body brought him to his peak, but she still hadn’t recovered from her own pulsating orgasm, so she just clung to his shoulders and strained against him as he clung to her hips and let go.
    Logan collapsed on top of her, his breaths harsh and ragged in her ear. She held him tightly. Though he was still buried inside of her, she wanted him closer. So close that they ceased existing as separate entities. A part of her wished they could remain like this—naked in each other’s arms—for eternity. Damn her fool heart anyway. That wasn’t how this worked and she knew it. But he let her hold him as if he instinctively knew that if she didn’t hold him against her, she’d completely fall apart.
    When his breathing stilled, Logan lifted his head and grinned down at her. “That was fun.”
    Fun? Well, she supposed it had been fun. It wouldn’t have been the first word she’d use to describe it.
    “I want a beer,” he said. “Do you want one?”
    She wasn’t much of a drinker, but less than half