Page 47 of Summer Salvation

“Not until I’ve filled you. Not until you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” I breathe out. “Don’t you believe me?”

Of course he wouldn’t. Someone else probably told him the same thing. She lied. She schemed to get his heart and took it only to break it.

“Tell me what to do,” I say. “I’ll do anything.”

One dark brow lifts and his mouth transforms into a smirk. What have I gotten myself into? “Play with your nipples.”

My hands reach up and tug on the dusky pink peaks, rolling them between my fingers until they are stiff. A whimper escapes my lips as I wait for his next command. Instead, he lifts his hips and pumps into me hard and quick. My mouth falls open and my hands drop from my breasts to cling to him as he drives up into me over and over.

So close. I’m so close to tumbling into whatever ecstasy awaits me but Theo denies me, stopping just as soon as he starts. I collapse against him with a whine. “Don’t stop.”

“I should leave you like this,” he growls into my ear as he pushes deep into me. A gasp escapes my lips. “I should leave you like this, so you’ll want me all day.”

Another press of his hips up.

“No,” I moan. “Please.”

He chuckles, dark and deep, the sound sliding over my sensitive skin. He’s playing with me, keeping me on edge, teasing me because he knows I’m helpless. I sneak a hand between our bodies, hoping for some relief. He catches me, grabbing my wrist and pinning it to my belly.

“I don’t want you to do that,” he says with a biting tone. “Today, I command your pleasure.”

Oh, God. He might do it. He might leave me on edge all day, wanton and needy for the release he’s about to deny me.

I do the only thing I can do, circle my hips slowly, grinding myself against him ever so slightly, hoping for one singular moment of pleasure.

There’s a sharp intake of breath. Maybe it was from him, maybe from me. Either way, he’s not stopping me. He lets me continue rocking back and forth, back and forth until my pace turns from lazy to frantic.

Then he takes command again.

His hands slam onto my hips, a snarl escapes his lips, and he drives up up up into me, hard and fast, punishing me with each thrust of his cock until the bomb inside me detonates, exploding with pleasure. My head falls back as I cry out, falling deep into a black bliss that only his touch can reach.

My head snaps back as his arms wrap around me, pulling me tight against him until I hear him grit his teeth and moan. His cock pulses against my walls, filling me with his release.

“I don’t think I can deny you anything, baby,” he says with a ragged breath before planting a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

We stay like that, cuddled around each other, for long minutes. The only sound comes from our rapidly beating hearts and heavy breaths.

How I feel is on the tip of my tongue. I want to tell him I’m falling hard and fast for him, that he’s claimed not only my body but my heart too. But something holds me back. Maybe it’s the possibility of his ex returning and staking her claim not only on him but on the life I’ve started to envision for myself. Maybe it’s the chance my brother could still force me to return to Georgia.

Or maybe it’s me, because falling in love is fucking scary.

“We should shower and pack up,” he tells me, brushing my hair away from my shoulders. “I can call my lawyers once we get to Seaside.”

“Sounds good,” I mumble, the unsaid words heavy on my tongue.

I start to pull away, to sever the connection between our bodies, but he draws me back. “Hey. Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” I assure him with a half-smile and a soft kiss.

My words feel like a lie and though he seems placated, there’s something in his gaze telling me he doesn’t believe me.

Because I’m not fine. I’m in love.

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