Sunk by Renea Porter Page A

legs, and he wraps his arms firmly around my waist as I nuzzle into his neck. He smells so good; I could smell him for a lifetime.
    He’s captivated me since day one, and still he takes my breath away. Underneath all my layers, Sly is able to see me for who I am, and he welcomes it, every minute of every hour of every day.
    “I love you,” he whispers.
    For a moment, I wonder if I heard him correctly. Then I realize this is not a dream, but it’s the first time he’s uttered those three words to me. The moment of clarity sets in.
    “Did you just say…?”
    “I did, and I’m going to love you so damn hard.” He grins.
    “I love you too,” I whisper, lifting my neck to look in his gorgeous, rich caramel eyes.
    He smiles and snuggles me closer to him. Anne peeks into the room and hands us each a slice of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream. I unfold myself from Sly’s arms to eat the slice. He dips his fork in the pie, and all I can think of is what we can do with that whipped cream. A devilish grin spreads across his face as if he can read my mind.
    “What do you say about getting out of here?” he whispers, after clearing his plate.
    “I’d say, why aren’t we out the door yet?”
    He grins, then stands and helps me up. He pulls me close and kisses me, and I feel the desire deep in my belly. Grabbing my hand into his, we make our way back into the kitchen to bid his mom and sister goodbye. Anne hands us some leftovers to take home. Then the crazy guy inconspicuously grabs the can of cream to take with us. After thanking them for dinner, we rush out to the car like a couple of giddy kids. He opens the door, tosses me the can, and hurries to the driver’s side.
    In the car he holds my hand like he always does. It’s comforting.
    “You said you love me,” I tell him.
    “And you said it back,” he says.
    “I did, didn’t I?”
    “You did.” He brings my hand up to kiss it.
    I don’t regret saying it back, because I feel strongly for him. Something pulls me to him. We connect on some level that is unexplainable, but it makes sense to us, and that’s all that really matters. Inside the house, he tries to reach for the whipped cream in my hand, but I yank my hand away and grin at him.
    “Oh, so you want to play that game?” He cocks a sideways grin at me.
    That’s my cue to run, and I make it through the house as he chases me. Finally, I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and just as I enter the bedroom, he scoops me up in his arms.
    “Now I’m not letting you go until I have you naked and covered in this whipped cream,” he says, breathless.
    I giggle, trying to catch my breath as he releases me onto the bed. He flips his shirt off, revealing his toned and muscled torso that causes my mouth to salivate. He straddles me, and the top of his jeans distract me. Boldly, I yank the can away from him and push him down, and his eyes hood with desire. I lean down to kiss him.
    “You are being very bad, Miss Sims.”
    “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, Mr. Wilkes.”
    He arches his eyebrow at me. I squirt some cream on my finger and suck on it. I can feel his erection pressing against me as I straddle him. Then I squirt some cream on his chest and lick my way down, all the way down. Unbuttoning his jeans, I struggle to yank them off and he kicks them to the side.
    “Now, what do we have here, mister?” I stroke his hard length.
    He quivers underneath my touch. “Jesus, fucking holy hell, Raine,” he growls.
    I grin. I stick out my tongue, squirting more cream in my mouth, and then I bend down and take him in my mouth. He reaches down and his fingers fist inside my hair. I swirl my tongue around his length and he flinches, moaning, his mouth perfecting the O. Before I get him to release, he pushes me on my back, taking the can from on the bed.
    “Now, I do believe it’s my turn, Miss Sims.”
    Oh geez, he’s sexy as sin. I grin at his comment. Is this man really