Page 66 of The Best Wrong Move

He clasps my hand in his. Then he scoops me up off the surface of the water, kissing me once again. Our bodies press together, his hands pushing back my hair, and I can feel his excitement growing between my legs.

“I’m on the pill, if you want to—” I whisper in his ear.

I part my legs for him, letting him know I’m okay to do this here, and now, if he is.

I feel him push into me, filling me again, like he did back in the kitchen, his body hot against mine. He buries his face in my neck, groaning. I feel weightless in his arms — he’s planted in the sand, becoming the anchor I need to push him deeper inside me.

He slowly starts moving, more carefully than he did back at the house with me pressed against the wall. He’s watching me in the moonlight this time, my breasts bobbing against the surface, our breath mingling between us. Gasping between kisses, watching each other’s eyes as they start to plead for a sweetened release.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He’s clenching his teeth. I watch his eyes burning, just an inch or two from mine, filled with the reflection of the moon in the waves. They churn into mine, daring me to come first. But I want to watch him this time. Want to watch a man like him lose his bearings on everything while he’s clenched deeply inside me.

“You feel like you were made for me,” I groan back. “You fill every part of me.”

His breath grows more ragged.

“I want to watch you lose control of everything when I make you come.”

His body starts to tense, his fingers digging into my waist. We move together faster as his breath starts to quicken.

“Fuck me harder,” I tell him. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

I clench myself around him, swallowing his cock with throbbing pulses of my own.

His eyes close as his jaw locks into place, both of us tipping over the edge, stars bursting behind my eyelids, ripples of water fanning out from around us in a harsh rhythm, made from our bodies moving so fast together. Then he holds me in the waves, wrapped gently around me, in me, becoming a part of me, until I remember where I am again.

He kisses my forehead, then my lips.

“Come watch the stars with me,” I whisper when his mouth finds my neck, nipping and begging for more. “Float with me. I don’t want tonight to end.”

He kisses me once more, then lets me go. I tilt up onto my back again, cradled in the sea, watching him join me from the corner of my eye.

Our bodies rise and fall in line with each rolling hill of water gently spinning into shore. The ocean lulls us into a trance, rocking us gently in her sweet, rhythmic song. Black sky stretches above, moonlight shimmering off the water, bouncing light into the white plumeria blooms in the branches back on shore.

Our own little peaceful oasis, too beautiful to miss. I’ve never seen anything more enchanting.

I close my eyes again and squeeze Dom’s hand, lacing my fingers tightly between each one of his. My hair floats around me, tickling my cheeks, while water gurgles in my ears. Unable to recall another time or place I’ve ever felt so happy — so at peace — in all my life.

Chapter 42

The next morning, after Dom drops me off at home, I’m filling Pru’s food dish when my phone starts pinging over and over. They’re all texts from Abby.

Are you awake?

Wake up and call me.

Call me!! I have to tell you something. What time is it there?

What is she talking about? I hope everything is okay.

She answers the phone on the first half-ring.

“Abby! You’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

“Have you Googled Dom yet?” she bursts out.

I lean against the counter, suddenly very awake.

“What? What are you talking about?”

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