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He places a kiss right above my slit, chuckling darkly as my body jerks at the teasing touch. Then he drops his mouth to my clit, swirling his tongue around it a few times and flicking it once on his way down to my entrance. His tongue thrusts deep inside of me and he gives a groan of satisfaction, the vibration of his mouth forcing a desperate kind of gasp from my mouth as I wind my hands through his short hair. Trying to pull him impossibly closer.

He trails his free hand up my leg, bringing two fingers to my entrance and replacing his tongue with them. They curl inside me, dragging over that glorious spot as he swoops his tongue back up, mouth open, seeming determined to leave no inch of me untouched by him.

He’s devouring me. There’s no other way to describe it.

And it is… so. Fucking. Hot.

I reach behind me and try to grasp onto the rock, searching for some purchase as short, gasping moans leave my mouth. My hips jerk against his mouth at what he’s doing to me and I widen my leg on his shoulder as much as I can to grant him even further access. He responds by letting go of my leg then bringing his hand up to grip my hip forcefully, holding me still as he zeroes in on my clit.

“Oh fuck. Coop. Yes.”

The words are torn from me as my body fights his hold, desperate to move as his tongue continues to flick over my clit. My whole body is shaking, tightening, a wave of pleasure rushing at me more forcefully than the water cascading before me. He rolls his tongue, pushing down hard on my clit as his fingers thrust deep inside of me and my eyes screw shut as I break apart under his mouth with a cry.

A surge of wetness drenches my pussy and he drops his head, leveling open-mouthed kisses on me that cause little twinges of pleasure to shoot through me as my orgasm subsides. I open my eyes and watch as he turns his head to kiss the inside of my thigh softly before tilting his head up to look at me, satisfaction shining from his eyes.

“Come to Cahuita with me.” He rises up and presses another soft kiss to my stomach, eyes never leaving mine. “Because I’m not done with you… and I don’t think you’re done with me either.”

And just like that, he had me.

Chapter 8

Present Day

A loud banging jerks me from my sleep and I sit up in the bed instantly, brain struggling to figure out where the noise is coming from. The sound abruptly stops as I squint my eyes, sweeping them across the room and looking for anything out of place. Did a pipe burst or something? What does a pipe bursting even sound like? Surely there would be water or some other evidence if that was the case. Maybe it was just a raccoon or some other kind of woodland creature digging through the trash. That’s probably it, I reason, adrenaline fading from my veins.

I’ll wait sixty seconds and if I don’t hear anything else… I’m going back to sleep. I count down in my head, allowing myself to lie back against the pillows when I reach the thirty-second mark. Eyes sliding closed from drowsiness at the fifty. But right when I allow myself to fully relax that damn banging starts up again and I jerk back up. Someone’s knocking at the front door, I realize, able to identify the sound now that I’m more awake.

I scowl at the noise and throw the covers off, looking at my phone to see that it’s seven freaking thirty a.m. before heading toward the door. Stumbling down the hall, I promptly stub my toe on the open bathroom door and bite down on my lip as I hop in silent pain. I clutch the wall for support and limp the rest of the way to the door, officially ready to tear into whoever is banging away on the other side.

God help her if it’s Doreen. She can just go ahead and stick her bless your heart where the sun don’t shine.

It takes me two tries but I finally manage to pull open the door, revealing Jace’s grinning face.

“Morning, Blondie!”

I open and close my mouth like a fish, eyes blinking fast as I try to process what’s happening. “What are you doing here?”

His eyebrows pull down slightly as he takes in my face, voice becoming unsure. “Taking you to your parents’ place?” He drops his gaze, eyeing my obvious tank top and shorts pajama combination. “That’s what we agreed last night, right? To go this morning?”

“Well, yeah!” I splutter. “But not at seven thirty!”

“What time did you have in mind then?” he asks and even through my sleepy eyes, I can see he’s fighting a grin.

“Like eleven?” I pause, reconsidering. “Thirty?”

He rolls his eyes at me and gives up the fight against the grin. “That’s barely morning.” Reaching down, he snags two thermoses that sit beside the doorframe and shoves one into my hand. “Come on, El. The sun is up, it’s a bright new day. Time to get moving.”

And with that he walks right past me into the house, leaving me looking back and forth between the porch where he just was and the kitchen he’s walking into, wondering what the hell just happened to my morning.

Slowly closing the door, I narrow my eyes and trail after him.

“You’re unnatural,” I surmise, watching him inspect the space. “Who the hell is happy at this time of day?”

He turns and leans against the kitchen counter, eyeing me playfully. “Take a sip of your coffee.”

Part of me wants to refuse just because he told me to… but apparently I’m a weak caffeine-addicted bitch because I raise the thermos to my lips and take a sip, closing my eyes in bliss.

“Better?” His amused voice rings out.

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