Page 40 of Cruising with You

She rolls her hips beneath me, then opens her eyes. “Get moving, Gage, or so help me––”

My deep thrust cuts her off, turning her order into a gasp as I bury my head back into her neck and breathe her in. Her nails digging into my back, I pick up my pace and begin to push into her harder, making sure to hit the perfect spot that pulls the longest moans from Nora’s sexy lips.

Like a wave, we let the moment build before crashing over the edge together. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt as we catch our breaths in the otherwise silent room. There’s been a shift in the air. I’m not sure what it is or how we caused it, but I know I’m not the only one who feels it. The girl beneath me turnsfrom melted muscles to a stiff board. I steal another taste of her bare shoulder. Her skin is dewy sweet, and I commit the taste to memory, unsure if she’ll ever let me this close to her again.

“That…that was….” Nora swallows but doesn’t say anything else as I watch a single tear slip out of the corner of her eye before gliding past her temple and landing in her tangled hair.

Cupping the side of her face, I run my forefinger against the glistening trail that’s left and press my mouth to hers. This kiss is lazier and more intimate somehow. When I pull away, I don’t say anything. I simply hold her close and pray she can feel the same connection I do whenever we’re together.

“What time is it?” she chokes out.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“It’s super dark.” Eyes widening, she shoots up out of bed. “Shit! Did we miss the eclipse?”

Confused, I try to process her anger before searching for my cell to check the time. The screen is bright in the dark room, and I squint my eyes as I register that we missed it.

“We’re ten minutes late,” I inform her.

Covering her mouth, she collapses back onto the mattress. “So, we were too busy having sex to witness it.”

“Uh…yeah? I guess.”

She’s about to cry again. I can see it. I can feel it.

Not sure what to do, and feeling more insecure than I’ve felt in a long ass time, I mutter, “Do you want me to go?”

A soft sob escapes her before her white teeth dig into her lower lip so hard that the plump flesh starts to lose its color.

“Whoa, Pretty Girl. Calm down. What’s wrong? Is it about Gem? I’m sure she’ll understand why you missed it. You’re sick. She’ll forgive you––”

“It’s not about that,” she chokes.

“Then what is it?”

“I need you to go.”

“What?”

I knew there was a shift in the room after we finished, but come on. She won’t even give me a chance to prove that I’m not an ass?

“I just…I need you to go. I need to take a shower and––”

“Nora. Calm down. You’re freaking out.”

“That’s because that’s what I do. I’m a Cancer, remember? I’m an emotional wreck who feels everything. And right now, I feel like the stupid yolk has slipped out of the little cracks and is about to be tossed in the trash. I just…I need you to go. Now.”

“Where are you from, Nora?” I demand.

Flinching back, she blinks rapidly before shaking her head. “What?”

“Where do you live? We’ve never had this talk, and I want to know.”

She swallows, watching me like a hawk. “Miami. Why?”

“That could work,” I offer.

“What could work?”

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