Reaching the Edge Read Free

me, and
I moved on top of Sergei, straddling his hips. His mouth stretched
into a slow grin.
    “All nervousness gone?” he asked, brushing my
hair back from my face.
    I leaned over him and kissed his chest,
licking his salty sweat from my lips. Rising to face him, I said,
“This is for you being the most patient and loving man I could ever
ask for.”
    I spread my fingers over his abs, and they
tightened under my touch. Everywhere my hands explored, my mouth
followed, tasting every delicious part of him. He shuddered with
heavy breaths and took my head in his hands, leading my mouth to
his. His lips burned with undeniable need.
    Locked in our sizzling kiss, Sergei sat up
and I squeezed my legs around his waist. He gently lifted me and
then brought me down onto him, moaning into my neck as I surrounded
him. His fullness made me tremble, and he wrapped me tighter in the
heat of his embrace. I clutched his broad shoulders, and we moved
together in a new, powerful rhythm, living inside each moment as we
united again… and again… until we were both completely spent.
    I curled up against Sergei and closed my
eyes, and the next time I opened them, a hint of daylight was
streaming through the curtains. Sergei looked so peaceful, his
chest rising and falling with quiet breaths. My stomach growled,
and I smiled to myself. I needed some nourishment after the workout
I’d had. It had definitely been the most enjoyable calorie-burning
I’d ever done.
    I crept from the bed and picked up Sergei’s
shirt from the carpet. Slipping it on, I pressed the collar to my
nose, inhaling the woody scent of Sergei’s cologne. With a bigger
smile, I tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs to the
kitchen.
    While humming one of the symphonies that had
played in the bedroom, I opened a container of mixed fruit and
headed back upstairs to the terrace. A few chirping birds provided
the only noise. I sat on one of the wrought-iron chairs and watched
the sky brighten, feeling the same glow inside me. I couldn’t
imagine being any happier or more fulfilled.
    I’d just finished my last piece of melon when
Sergei appeared in the doorway, clad in only his gray boxer briefs.
I grew warm all over, remembering the feel of our bodies
entwined.
    “There you are,” he said. “I wanted your face
to be the first thing I saw when I woke up.”
    “I’m sorry. I was hungry and didn’t want to
wake you.” I set the empty container on the table.
    Sergei took two steps onto the patio and
stopped as I stood up. His eyes drifted over me. “Oh, wow.”
    I glanced down and then back up at him with a
smile. “See something you like?”
    “Do you know how many times I fantasized
about you wearing one of my shirts?”
    I walked over to him, leaving just a sliver
of space between us. “How does reality compare to the fantasy?”
    Sergei put his hands on my waist and
squeezed. “Reality is infinitely better.”
    I looped my arms around his neck. “Since you
didn’t get to wake up next to me, why don’t we go back to bed and
have a do-over?” Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “And not
just the waking up part.”
    He grinned, and I squealed as he picked me
up, holding me tight against him as we left the terrace. While the
sun continued to rise, so did the passion between Sergei and me,
and we started the new day the same way we’d begun our new life
together – giving all of ourselves to each other, joined as
one.
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From the author
    Thank you for reading my short story! If you’d like
to read more about Emily and Sergei, you can discover their story
from the beginning in the EDGE series:
    Life on the
Edge
    Edge of the
Past
    Book Three coming late 2013
     
    About the author
    Jennifer Comeaux earned a Master of Accounting from
Tulane University and is a Certified Public Accountant in south
Louisiana. When not working or writing, she is an avid follower of
the sport of figure skating, traveling to competitions around the
country. Those