Page 68 of Elusion

“Jordan,” she says.

My name out of her mouth helps the problem zero percent.

“Jordan?”

I lift my head but keep my eyes closed. Any visual will only send me over the edge. She removes one of my hands from her ass and places something in my palm. I trace my fingers over a familiar square package.

Finally.

It’s all I need for my mouth to crash into hers, frantic and desperate for her. She pulls at the back of my head, forcing me closer even though no space remains between us.

I push up her swim top, making her breath hitch. My new favorite sound. I break away to drag the fabric over her head and toss it aside. When I look at her, the air leaves my lungs and the thoughts my head. Water vapor beads on her skin. Hair spills over her shoulders. A soft pink paints her cheeks. Her lips are parted. Everything about her is…

“Perfect.”

My hands slide up her smooth back, bringing her toward me. Her bare skin against mine feels better than I ever imagined. Everywhere on her body my hands touch, my mouth follows—kissing, sucking, nibbling, exploring. Slow and meticulous to savor the moment along with her.

I secure an arm around her and stand up to push my trunks down. I lower us back down, and she holds the condom wrapper to my mouth. With a snarl, I bite the corner for her to rip it open. Her laugh’s infectious, her forehead presses against mine, and those eyes gaze at me. I have no doubt that I’ll fall in love with the ever-challenging girl in a red coat.

Our lips meet as she reaches between us. Her fingers brush against me while she rolls on the condom, and all I can think about is being inside her. I urge her up onto her knees and shove her swim bottoms over. She sinks back down, excruciatingly slow, until I’m all the way inside. The intensity of the sensation burning through me sends my eyes back in my head. Worth every fucking second of the wait.

She braces herself on my shoulders, each of her movements graceful as she lifts up and slides back down. I speed up our pace, guiding her hips and moving beneath her. After a month of wanting her, the way she looks right now and how incredible she feels elicits a groan of epic proportions.

She clamps a hand over my mouth, surprising me. “Echoey halls.”

“Got it,” I mumble into her palm.

She never loses her rhythm, replacing her hand with her mouth and trapping another groan between us. I let my hands roam over her, a need for closeness I’ve never experienced with anyone else driving me. Every touch, kiss, and sigh from her is not enough to satisfy it.

Our bodies move against one another faster. If she has any interest in continuing for much longer, we need to slow down. Way down. I try to adjust our pace, but she pushes my hands away from her hips and slams down harder.

“Seriously, Callie…”

It’s all I get out before she breathes my name. The mixture of want and need in her voice destroys any remaining control. I reestablish a firm grasp, digging my fingers into the backs of her thighs, and lose myself in her.

Whatever her concerns for keeping quiet, she abandons when her legs start to tremble. She moans, and her body clenches around me. Each of my breaths becomes a struggle in response. I tighten my hold on her, thrusting up, harder and deeper until a shudder rips through me. Every muscle in my body tenses, and I groan, pushing into her one last time before slumping back on the seat.

I hold her against me, inhaling the hot, humid air, and I’m more content than I thought possible. Her head presses into my cheek while she traces her fingers up and down my arm. It brings the same sensation as her hands in my hair, her effect on me indescribable. How I ever thought my feelings for her were anything but real is completely beyond me. She makes everything matter.

“My birthday was endgame, and I thought you were lacrosse.” I blurt it out and immediately recognize how insane it sounds.

She straightens up, her face showing concern for my well-being.

I need to try that all again. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you it was about more than sex.”

A solid attempt, but not any clearer on my meaning.

She, unfortunately, climbs off me. “Elaborate?”

I take care of the condom, shoving it in the pocket of my swim trucks—I’ve always wondered why they put those in—and pull them up. “Lacrosse was just a challenge to me. Another way for me to beat my brother. After I met my goal, I stopped caring and quit. I was afraid, if I told you I wanted to be with you before my stupid challenge was over, I wouldn’t want you anymore.”

She, regrettably, puts on her swim top. “What does that have to do with your birthday?”

“The night I followed you home from the party, I had no intentions of ever seeing you again. But then”—I close the distance between us—“you roped me back.”

She rolls her eyes, knowing precisely what I mean.

I run my hands over her waist, bringing them behind her. “I closed my eyes and pointed to your calendar and gave myself until then to sleep with you. I just so happened to pick my birthday—twice.”

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