Page 128 of Until August
When we recovered from that one, I said, “Let’s get out of here before the ocean tries to kill us.”
“Good idea. We’ve still got a lot of living left to do.”
* * *
Nicola came home with me.
We tossed our clothes on the bathroom floor and tumbled into the shower together. After we toweled off, I lifted her into my arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, carried her to my bed, and tossed her on the mattress.
She looked like a mermaid washed up on the beach, her shower-damp hair splayed across the sheets, and her skin flushed pink from the steam of the shower. But it was her eyes that captured me. Those big brows with shards of amber and gold sparked with life.
A small smile played on her lips as she pushed herself up on her elbows. “What are you looking at?”
“You,” I said. “I can’t get enough.”
“Of my ugly mug?” she joked.
I laughed. “Yeah, your ugly mug. You’re gorgeous.”
She pushed out her tits and licked her lips. “I’m all yours, baby,” she said in a low, seductive voice that made my cock swell in appreciation.
She wasn’t all mine. But I didn’t correct her.
For tonight, at least, shewasall mine.
She got onto her knees in front of me and looked up at me from beneath her lashes as her hand wrapped around my dick and her lips wrapped around the tip. Her cheeks hollowed, and she took me in deeper. So deep I was hitting the back of her throat.
I could have come on the sight of it alone.
Nicola gave the best blowjobs I’d ever had. But I didn’t want her like this.
I grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her onto her back. Curious eyes looked up at me. “I need to be inside you.”
She scooted back on the bed, and I lifted her foot, pressing my lips against the arch. I kissed the underside of her knee and the inside of her thigh, marking her skin with my lips. Claiming her asmine. I climbed between her legs, running my hands up her thighs, over her hips and stomach, her breasts, and into her hair.
My lips traveled from her jaw to her mouth, and I claimed her lips as I slid inside her. Her back arched off the mattress, and her fingers dug into my hair, moaning into my mouth as I thrust harder.
We were silent, moving slowly with her legs wrapped around my waist. I pushed in deeper, burying my face in the crook of her neck as her fingers expertly stroked my back and shoulders.
Her touch on my skin ignited a fire.
I burned for her.
Our mouths met again when she panted my name and we barreled into shared orgasms.
Afterward, spent and boneless, she rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, peering down at my face as she trailed her fingers over my cheekbone. My jaw. My lips.
I wrapped my hand around her wrist and kissed the inside of it, then placed her palm over my heart.
“It feels like so much has changed in six weeks,” she said.
I swept a lock of hair off her face and caressed her cheek. She was beautiful in the moonlight. And she was right.
A lot had changed in the past six weeks. There was a good chance that Sage would be moving to Hawaii, but I didn’t want to think about that tonight. Besides, I knew that wasn’t what she was talking about.
She was talking about us. This wasn’t a no-strings hookup. It wasn’t a fling. It went much deeper.
And that was when it hit me with the force of a killer wave.
