Page 20 of Reckless Encore

She nodded and pulled herself up to circle her thighs around his waist.

“Maybe even months.” She glided her mouth over his, their tongues meeting in the middle. She kissed him as if he hadn’t hurt her, as if time stood still in a perfect slice of heaven.

“Maybe.” He kept holding her, one arm supporting her back, the other gliding between the mass of dress fabric between them.

Rough fingers skimmed her sex, jolting her with their first gentle swipe against her clit. Her thighs contracted with the burst of tingles, the way they always did whenever he touched her. Her heart thundered for this man, for this moment, not the heartbreaking one that had already passed.

He watched her, his eyes eating her up as a lone finger parted her folds. “That’s the look I love the most,” he murmured. “That, right there, sweetheart.”

She schooled her expression. “What look?”

“The one where your eyes flash with anticipation and your teeth dig into your bottom lip. I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off on tour while picturing you like this.”

Her pussy contracted. Words or touch or thought, it didn’t matter, she always reacted to this gorgeous man.

“There it goes again. Those brown eyes are dancing for me.”

His fingers slid inside her, delving deep. She moaned and leaned her head back, her loose hair spreading in the water around her.

“What did I do to deserve you, little pixie?”

She closed her eyes and fell into the rhythm pulsing inside her. “I think right now is a perfect example.”

“Are you only with me for the sex?” His chest vibrated with silent laughter. “I wouldn’t mind even if you were. I’ll take you any way I can.”

There was true emotion in those words. Pure vulnerability.

She opened her eyes and pulled herself upright. “My feelings for you will never change, even if we can never have sex again.”

“That’s a fucking horror story if I ever heard one.” He slid another finger inside her, twisting them with each deep plunge.

“It’s the truth,” she whispered.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “I don’t believe you. You love fucking me too much.”

She leaned closer, bringing them nose to nose. “That may be true—” She ground into him, harder, faster. “—but I could live without it if I needed to. I doubt you could say the same.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’ll have you any way I can, Red. No sex. Lots of sex. It doesn’t matter, because without you I can’t think. I can’t breathe.”

Warmth expanded in her chest and filtered out to her limbs. This was what she loved—the pleasure of physical stimulation matched equally with their unbreakable emotional bond.

This was love.

This, right here, was the meaning of life.

She snuggled closer, pressing her lips to his jacket as she skimmed her focus over the deserted beach. She didn’t know how much time they had left in this perfect moment. It couldn’t be long. Not only would vacationers soon start spreading across the island, but their friends would come in search of them, no matter how convinced Sean was that they didn’t care.

“Undo your pants.” She ran her teeth along his neck. “Now.”

He chuckled. “Not this time. This one is all for you.”

“I don’t want to be alone.” She dug her nails into his jacket, begging him with her tight hold. “Both of us need this. Not just me.”

“I can’t. This is part of my apology.”

“Then apologize by loosening your belt, rock star. Because I’d much prefer your dick to your fingers.”

He pulled back, his eyes playful. “You greedy little minx.”

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