Page 77 of Nemesis
I slid my pants down, my socks following, deciding to mimic her and keep my shirt and boxer briefs, hoping they would keep me warm enough. Goose bumps broke out across my skin as I hit the water and dove under, the water submerging me.
I pushed my curls out of my face as I resurfaced. She stood right in front of me, her dark hair pushed back by the water that soaked it.
“This is fucking cold.” I groaned, shivering.
She chuckled as I pulled her to me, her legs wrapping around my waist. She grinned at me, the moonlight shimmering across her face. I pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She was intoxicating, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough of her.
We stayed quiet for a while, bobbing in the water as her hands threaded through my wet hair, her nails scraping every once in a while against the nape of my neck while I rubbed circles on her back.
I stared at her, my eyes roaming over her features. Warmth expanded in my chest, pushing until it felt as if it might burst. Peace was usually described as being in a state of tranquility or quiet.
But she’d always been mine. Like a balm to my heart, she always quieted everything else.
She was my peace. My own salvation.Mi alma.
I pulled back slightly. My lips brushed against hers, a featherlight whisper of a kiss. Her body arched into mine, her lips parting on a soft sigh. I rested my forehead onto hers, our gazes colliding, our breaths mingling.
She shuddered when I rocked softly into her. We gently kept moving against each other, our bodies moving in unison, building. She rubbed harder against my length, the thin, wet fabric the only thing separating us, and the friction only increased the pleasure.
“Sofia…” I groaned, the plea coming out on a thick rasp. My hand sneaked up the hem of her shirt, resting on her hip, stroking the skin there as we continued rocking back and forth against one another.
The intense connection stalled the breath in my lungs, and a few minutes later, we came in unison. My lips instantly on hers, swallowing her soft cry.
“I wish we could stay here,” she whispered quietly against my lips after coming down off the high, her lids fluttering closed.
My chest squeezed at her confession. “Me too,mi alma. Me too.” I kissed her forehead and she leaned her head forward, burying it in the crook of my neck.
It was in moments like these, moments that felt so good, soright, that it hurt the most. These moments were a constant reminder that this was fleeting, that these perfect moments had a potential end.
She eventually drifted off to sleep and I carried her back inside, cleaning and drying her before changing her into another sleeping shirt.
I lay in bed next to her and watched her sleep for a while. It was probably creepy, but I couldn’t look away. Her chest rose and fell on steady breaths, a content expression on her face.
I brushed her hair and wished I had the power to keep us cocooned in this space and moment forever.
But no matter what my heart wanted, it wasn’t up to me.
I would fight for her, but I needed her to fight for me as well.
We were lying on the couch, debating on which ice cream flavor was the best, which was obviously cookie dough, when the notification of an email pinged from my computer.
I shifted, unwrapping my arm from Sofia’s shoulder, and grabbed my computer from the coffee table.
The email was from Jaxon.
She glanced over my shoulder as we both read it.
It was time to go home.
We lingered, reluctant to break the dreamy haze, as we quietly packed our bags, stolen kisses in between. I felt a pang in my chest as we made our way to the car, a long ride awaiting us.
We didn’t speak much during the car ride, my hand clutching hers the whole time. We only stopped once on the way back, long enough to refill the tank and eat.
My mind raced with a million thoughts and worries. I didn’t have all the answers to my questions, but all I really wanted was her.
My eyes moved to look at her, only to find she was asleep. Her head was resting on the headrest, her thick, full lashes fanned out over her cheekbones. I briefly watched her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.
