Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I leaned against the same tree, making various flirtatious faces at her, some downright silly.
“Be serious for a minute, Tate.”
I forced my mouth into a more serious expression. That meant letting reality seep in, which was why I’d been avoiding it.
“Now look at me like you’re hiding a secret,” she said.
I chuckled and did my best to accommodate her request. I couldn’t help but think of the secret I was hiding. If she only knew it was taking everything in me not to say fuck it again and ask her to run away with me. If she only knew how often that crazy idea had been at the tip of my tongue. I doubted she understood how weak I was when it came to her. I’d put up a strong front, explaining all the reasons why continuing this beyond the resort was a bad idea. But the truth? I was hanging on by a thread.
“I’m gonna ask you a question you’ve asked me before,” she said, putting down the phone. “Where did you go?”
Shit.
“It’s just a tough day,” I admitted. “Well…tomorrow is gonna be tougher.”
Blair walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. I bent to kiss her, then lifted her and spun around. The sun cast a beautiful glow through her blonde hair. Every time I thought I wanted to freeze a particular moment in time, she gave me another that beat the last one. Holding her like this right now had to be the pinnacle.
When the feeling became too strong, I slid her to the ground. “I’ve had enough time outside. How about you?”
“It’s definitely time for you to go inside again.” She winked.
I’d miss her little innuendos. I’d miss everything. If I could’ve carried her back to the room without making a spectacle, I would’ve. That was the kind of caveman I felt like right now.
Back in the room, I couldn’t get her sundress off fast enough. Looking at her out at the beach had made me ravenous. What the fuck was I supposed to do tomorrow when I could never touch her again? Maybe taking those photos had been a bad idea. They’d only serve to torture me.
She pressed her body against mine, wearing her bra and panties. “I don’t want to go anywhere else today, Tate. I want to spend the rest of the day and night here.”
“Done,” I murmured over her lips. She fumbled with my belt buckle as I removed her bra. Eager to be inside of her, I nearly forgot to grab a condom before I backtracked and rushed over to the end table.
“Can I put it on you?” she asked.
“Sure.” I handed her the packet.
Blair took out the rubber and smoothed it over my cock before she bent to take me down her throat for a few seconds. Apparently, that was just a tease because before I could blink, she was back on the bed, spread eagle, inviting me to enter her.
I crawled over her before not so gently thrusting deep inside. I closed my eyes at the pleasure. “How could you be so wet and so tight at the same time?”
“Because you’re so damn big…” She chuckled. “You’re really perfect, Tate.”
My tongue grazed her neck as I moved in and out of her. “I’ve never met anyone as perfect as you, Blair.”
“Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before,” she begged.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” I told her. “Never felt more alive.”
She might’ve thought fucking her like I’d never fucked anyone meant going harder and faster, but what I wanted right now was to go slow and steady, to savor the feeling of being one with her.
I took her hand in mine, locking our fingers together. I fucked her slow and deep, squeezing her hand as I sucked on her neck.
This felt different from all the other times we’d had sex—more intimate. More like making love. I kissed up her neck to her mouth, devouring her lips as we fell into a slow and intense rhythm.
At one point, I pulled almost all the way out and looked into her eyes before thrusting deep into her again. She gasped, never taking her eyes off me.
“You look so damn beautiful with me inside of you,” I whispered.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
I hoped she meant that. I wanted her to walk away from this experience with nothing but positive memories. In the end, what we remember most about people is how they make us feel. Even when the memories of a face or conversations fade, we always remember when someone made us feel amazing.
She felt impossibly tight around me, though I wondered if she was tense about our impending departure. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t going to last. I tightened my abs to stave off my orgasm until I sensed she was close.