Chapter 4

Jane POV

This is the first time I’ve ever allowed things to go this far. He has all the power right now but I’m the one in charge of my body. I need to be certain that I want this gorgeous man buried deep inside of me.

Even though I haven’t told Alex I’m a virgin, he’s still very careful. He holds me tight and studies my expression as he edges his way deeper inside of me. It pinches - it’s a strange sensation - but I like it. I’m swept away with intoxication and can’t get enough of this feeling.

“You feel so good,” he grunts as desire gets the best of him too. “Fucking hell, Jane…”

Once I got used to the feeling of him inside of me, he thrust back, controlling the depth and speed of his movements, as the pleasure started to become intense.

“Oh God,” I moaned as every thrust hit all the right spots. “Wow, Alex.”

I know it is crazy losing my virginity to a stranger but it feels right. RightI’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. No one else has come before because no one else has ever been him.

It doesn’t take long before my toes are curling and my whole body is twisting in knots. The burning hot bliss smashes me like dynamite causing every single part to erupt. Every fiber of my being reacts to this man because I need him so badly it hurts.

The orgasm completely ends my life, turning my entire existence on its head.

Alex has me screaming with pleasure, crying out with bliss, drowning in heaven. I cling to him hard as he shudders with me, losing his mind at the same time.

It feels so good to be going through this together; it is building our bond and connecting us tighter. In the eruption of pleasure, I’m overwhelmed with so many feelings all at once that it’s almost embarrassing.

I can’t fall for this man, I remind myself quickly as the heat slowly subsides. I can’t get confused as to what this is. Just a brief moment.

“I’m taking you to bed,” Alex growls as he lifts me once more, wrapping my legs around him as we move. “We need some rest.”

He’s right, we really could use some sleep after the wild night we’ve had but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to rest next to him. I’m a little wired now. Without the burning heat of excitement bursting between us, the embarrassment sets in.

Marie made a little warning about this man for a reason because he’s a person who I can only assume has several notches on his bedpost. Much as this felt right for me, it’s still a bit crazy.

I think it might be better if I sneak out at the first chance I can get so I can sleep at the hotel. My plane ride home is super early in the morning, so I don’t need to worry about any awkward interactions again. I think leaving is safest for both of us…

Alex POV

Urgh, what was that? Streams of morning light burst into the room from the drapes. I must have forgotten to close them last night in the haste of everything that happened. My head is pounding way too much for me to see through the intensity of the blinding whiteness.

I had a few too many last night. More than a few but then it was worth it.

Not that I regret it. It was so much fun. That was the best wedding I have ever been to in my life. Mostly because I met an incredible woman.

One who made me feel things I haven’t felt before. Thinking about Jane brings a smile to my face, despite the agony ricocheting through my brain. I reach across the bed trying to find her.

“Jane?” The bed is empty. More than that, the bed is cold like she hasn’t been in it for hours. I force myself into a sitting position and blink furiously, trying to find out what’s going on. I can’t see Jane…no sight of her. “Jane, are you here?”

She’s bound to be in the shower, right, which is an awesome thought. I would love nothing more than to join her under the water and run my hands all over her once more. That would sure as hell clear my head. But as I climb out of bed and pad across the room, a horrible silence greets me. The sort of silence that suggests I’m here all by myself.

I stripped Jane as we walked through the house. There were clothes everywhere last night, so the fact that it’s all cleaned up now is a bad sign. I’m usually the one sneaking out after a one-night stand, so this should please me. I don’t have to creep out or have an awkward conversation this morning… but I don’t feel good about it.

Iciness trickles down my spine as I realize that the bathroom is empty too. Jane has walked out on me and immediately I miss her. I miss her way more than I should. It’s like a pang deep inside my chest. I guess I was envisioning a fun morning with her too.

“Well, that’s that,” I declare aloud, as if it would make me feel better. “It’s good.”

But even as I take some painkillers to get rid of my headache and drink water like I’ve been lost in the desert for months, I continue to feel like shit.

The best thing that I can do right now is sleep off this shitty feeling and hope I feel better when I wake up…it might just be the hangover causing this weird distress. Just because we had fun doesn’t mean I should feel like this. All of this is odd but I need to rest now…

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Waking up a second time doesn’t do what I had expected. I still feel like shit. Not in my body - I’m recovering from the hangover just fine - but in my head. It’s starting to irritate me actually because I can’t work out why a one-night stand has my head all twisted up.