Page 408 of One More Kiss

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

The friction slowly builds as another orgasm rises to the surface, and I ride him in nothing but the moonlight and the cool summer air. It feels good. Great, actually. Better than I could’ve ever imagined. And freeing. Like it’s more than a connection of bodies. It’s a connection of souls too. It’s a moment when I don’t have to worry about SeaBird, or my family’s health, or even Broken Vows and whether or not they’ll ever get their chance in the limelight. It’s about me. And Hawthorne. And living in the moment.

With another low growl, Hawthorne grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer. Our chests press together, and our breaths mingle in the cool night air as we each race toward the elusive euphoria.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Thrust for thrust.

Kiss for kiss.

Faster and faster until he crashes over the edge beneath me, and the feel of him pulsing inside of me is the final push I need to explode into oblivion.

It’s perfect.

I almost feel sorry for any guy who has to follow Hawthorne’s performance because it’s officially been tattooed into my memory for the rest of my life. Not just the sex. But the entire night. And the realization that it’s almost over is…

I shake my head.

Enough souring a perfect moment with what-ifs and why-nots. I’m going to enjoy my time with him. However little of it I have left.

As we catch our breath, a dry laugh bubbles out of me.

“Something funny?” he asks.

“I changed my mind.”

“About what?”

“About you calling me Princess. If you can do that, you can call me whatever you want.”

He chuckles, pushing the hair away from my sweaty forehead before running his thumb against my flushed cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Mm-hmm. I bet you will.”

His smile softens. “I had fun tonight, Sammie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” I dive in for another peck across his lips, committing his taste to memory for the lonely nights in my foreseeable future. Without him to spend them with, they kind of seem…dim.

As if he can read my mind, he tilts my head to the side and deepens the kiss, dragging his tongue along the seam of my lips before letting out another low groan. When he pulls away, he mutters, “I’m not sure that I’m ready for our night to end.”

“Me, either,” I admit. “Would you maybe want to come sleep at my place tonight? We could eat our chips and salsa. Maybe watch a show or something? How long are you planning on staying?”

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