Page 29 of Redwood Blaze
We both know that’s never happening.
She walks over to me. “Thank you.”
I push some dirt crusted hair from her eyes. “For what?”
“For not giving up on me when I’d given up on myself.”
“I knew you’d be worth the wait.”
My lips claim hers in a punishing kiss that holds all the pent-up feelings of the last two days. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling at the strands. My hands drop to her ass and pull her in closer.
“Hey, you two, get a room!” Quinton yells out as he unpacks the truck.
I drop my forehead to hers. “Oh, I plan to…”
EPILOGUE
MILLIE
Six Weeks Later
I step out of the bathroom, my gold bikini making my boyfriend’s mouth drop open the size of an orange.
“I take it that you like it.”
He just nods with his mouth still open.
That’s good because this will be the last time I’m able to wear it.
I laugh and he wraps me in his arms, his bare chest against my barely cladded one causing a chill to tingle through me. I remember to last night…
The warm water cascaded over my skin, the steam enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy. Callum's hands gripped tightly on my hips, his touch gentle yet firm as he guided me under the spray of the shower. The sound of the water blended with the rhythm of our breathing in the confined space of the hotel room bathroom.
I leaned back against Callum’s chest, feeling the heat of his body against my own. His lips trailed soft kisses along my neck,igniting a fire deep within my core. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, making my heart race with anticipation.
As Callum's hands explored my body with a reverence that spoke of his love and longing, I closed my eyes and let myself surrender to the moment. A surge of emotion welled up inside of me, a mixture of love, desire, and vulnerability that threatened to consume me entirely.
In that moment, there was no past and no future. Only the present. Only the two of us, wrapped in a world of heat and sensations. Callum’s fingers traced the curve of my waist, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her breath hitching in her throat when they continued down, down, down. I reached up, my hands finding the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the damp tendrils of his hair.
I turned in his arms, my eyes meeting his. Being with him is such a mixture of uncertainty and longing, wondering if this is just a dream and will I wake up and all of it will be gone.
But as the steam from the shower swirled around us, adding a dreamlike quality to the moment. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, a stark contrast to the cool droplets of water that still clung to my skin.
As we stood there, in the intimate embrace, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. There is something about him, something that makes my walls crumble in his presence. Something that made me stronger when I thought I’d be weaker with him, allowing him to take charge, but I wasn’t. I felt more alive, more centered, and more… me… with him.
His fingers dipped between my legs and sent a jolt of electricity through my core, making my heart race and my breath catch. His grip tightened, holding me in place.
The intensity of his gaze burned into me, searching for something I wasn’t sure I was ready to surrender. There was avulnerability in his eyes that pulled me into him. A tiny flicker of something unspoken passed between us. It was as though an invisible thread connected our bodies, drawing them closer in a dance of yearning.
My heart raced, the sound reverberating in my ears like a distant echo. I could feel the warmth of Callum's palm and his fingers separating my folds, his thumb rounding my clit as he so slowly tortured me in the greatest way.
In the charged moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as we stood on the edge of a precipice, teetering between the familiar comfort of restraint and the unknown thrill of crossing boundaries. The weight of their unspoken truths hung heavy in the air, a silent symphony of emotions playing out in the space between them.
With a trembling breath, I closed the final gap, my mouth covering his. His fingers drove deeper. His tongue twisting with mine. The pace double-timing in an urgency that seemed to steamroller over us.
I gasped as heat rushed where he was expertly playing my body like a Stratovarius violin. The peak came on me so suddenly, my body putty in his hands.
And as I came down, he spun me and lifted me to slide his thick cock inside of me. My hands pressed into the cold tile of the 4-star Honolulu hotel shower. He pulled out to the tip and slipped back in so slowly so I could feel every ridge. I rose to my tiptoes and then met his next thrust, sliding down his cock.
