Emma had been asleep for a while, and she had snuggled up next to him, her head on his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest. For some reason it felt really, really, good. He had given up on falling asleep about an hour ago. He was still pumped with excitement after what he had experienced with Emma. Nicholas had bedded countless women—he had fucked more women than he would have cared to admit. But none of them, none of those countless nights of meaningless sex came close to what he just shared with Emma. The way she responded to him, the way her soft moans of pleasure shot straight through his chest right into his heart, everything with her was just fucking amazing. Emma managed to rouse a feeling inside of him that he couldn’t explain. There were no words to describe what he felt when he slipped inside her. And when her warmth wrapped around him he knew he was experiencing a piece of heaven. She was heaven.
