What Memories Are Made Of
an excerpt

His rough hands traveled slowly up her arms, her skin tingling at his touch, his breath hot on her neck. She felt like she was panting, and was positive that he could hear her.
If he did, he pretended not to notice. His expert fingers slid the strap of her camisole from her shoulder, his lips devouring her exposed flesh. Her nipples hardened when a low, guttural growl escaped from somewhere deep in his throat, sending shivers down her spine. He lips left a trail of hot kisses down her collarbone, up to the hollow of her throat, across her jaw line, resting on her ear. He took his time nibbling on her, regardless of the fact that she almost putty in his hands already. Her fingers slid through his hair, gripping the base of his skull as she bit down on her lip. His hands danced down her ribcage and under the hem of her shirt, gracefully working their way up until she felt him cupping her breasts.
She knew that he was a slow lover, the best kind, but the anticipation up until her much-needed first release was always torturous. He flicked the pad of his thumb across her nipple, rubbing soft circles around it, his lips back on her neck.
In an vain effort to speed things up, she pulled her top over her head, tossing it to the side.
She wouldn’t be needing that tonight.
He began another trail of his sensual kisses, this time from her collarbone to her sternum before finally taking one of her nipples in his hot mouth.
He suckled gently at first, eventually pulling it into his mouth and nipping at it, drawing an almost inaudible moan from her.
Meanwhile, he dipped his fingers into the waistband of her soft pants, dropping them down about an inch. He pulled her into him, as close as physics would allow, her head dropping back.
He laid her down on the mattress and kissed his way down her stomach and around her navel, her fingernails digging into his forearms. She arched her hips, allowing him to slide the satin from her hips, down her long legs, tossing them in the same general direction as her camisole.
Settling back into the bed, her legs spread apart, almost instinctively, allowing him unrestricted access to those oh-so-needy parts of hers.
“Chase…” she muttered, his name falling from her mouth, barely above a whisper.
His tongue traced unknown patterns on her inner thighs, and she was sure he was just ignoring how moist she was already. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her closer, his tongue entering her, dancing in circles.
She closed her eyes when the room started to spin, every coherent thought being lost. She bit her lip to prevent crying out, until his finger slid inside of her.
The silence barrier had been broken, her moans piercing the darkness. His finger worked her steady, building up speed until she was on the bring of release, her body tensing.
Before she could lose herself in the pleasure, he stopped, positioning himself between her trembling legs, his eyes focused on hers as he pressed forward.
He stretched her out, slowly, excruciatingly. He braced himself, one arm on either side of her, backing out of her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, not allowing him the necessary room to leave her.
His pace quickened, his gaze intense, always concentrated on her. She fought the urge to close her eyes, wanting to hold his stare, to hold this moment for as long as she could.
She ran her nails down his back, roughly, scraping his flesh. The gesture drove him deeper into her.
Harder.
Quicker.
By the time the sheets were clenched tightly in her fists, her eyes were already fogged over, her body aching for release.
She heard herself beg for it; She begged him to make her come, a sparkle appearing in his dark eyes.
He repositioned himself on his forearms, his broad, sweaty chest pressed against hers as he decided to carry her over the edge.
Every muscle in her body tightened around him as she came, his name passionately on her lips as she started trembling, quaking. She heard him grunt as he emptied himself inside her, continuing to rock his hips against hers, making sure she rode her orgasm to the end.
She struggled and gasped for breath, minutes passing before her heart finally started to settle down. It wasn’t until then that he placed a single kiss on her moist, sore lips, rolling off of her.
She instinctively cuddled up to him, one of her legs draped over his, her hand splayed out on his chest.
“Kristin?”
She tilted her head up, looking at him.
“I love you.” And he was asleep.