Magic Night, Magic Morning

Kelly

Crash's intensity makes me feel even more naked than I am. I've always been scared to be seen in the light of day. But being with Crash isn't scary that way. I'm shy, but excited. The delight in his gaze, the sheer desire . . . it makes me feel loved.

His groans as he kisses me, the sighs that I make and can't stop. The little sounds we both make--mine high, his so low . . . it's like we were always meant to be exactly here, doing these things.

His lips trail up my neck, raising pebbles on my skin from my neck to my knee on that side, and he tongues the lobe of my ear. Then, his breath heavy, he pushes himself up onto his elbow and touches my cheek. His eyes searching mine, he whispers, "Are you okay?"