Chapter 62

The way Randall’s body was shaped to mine was to be simply perfect.

He made me lie down and began to kiss me, as our bodies connected in a torrent of passion that seemed destined to consume us until dawn. Outside, a rain fell, and the weight of the falling drops tried to drown out my moans, but Randall could still hear them, and felt his own body react to every sound I made. Never before have I felt so shaken by a man the way I felt for Randall.

He turned on my back, distributing kisses on my spine and sliding his hands through my curvilinear body. His fingers didn’t have to stimulate much to prepare me; I seemed to be ready for him before we even started. Randall raised my hips with the kindness that only he would be able to have, even though I knew how much he wanted it.

There was a fine line between exciting fear and paralyzing fear, but I could feel the stimulation growing inside me, overcoming any apprehension. Randall spent a moment caressing my hair, wrapped