I don’t know the mysteries of the universe, but I do know Sadie is my fate.
I don’t plan it. I don’t even think about it. Somehow, my lips are on hers. Somehow, her lips are opening. Somehow, she’s kissing me back. My hand slides into her hair, and we roll so she’s stretched out beneath me on the deck cushions.
“Resisting you is getting harder and harder, Sadie,” I whisper into her ear, keeping my voice low. I can’t control the flex of my hips.
“I can tell.” There’s a giggle in her voice. Of course she can tell. You could probably see my erection from the space station. Without the aid of a telescope.
“I want to respect your decision to be nothing more than colleagues. But in the same way I believe finding that pot was your fate, I believe you’re mine.”
Her breath catches and her hand clasps the back of my head, tangling in my hair, pulling gently.
“I don’t want to resist you anymore, either.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to compromise you. Or the dig.” But my hands aren’t listening to my words because they wander her body in search of a sliver of bare flesh, finally finding it between her dusty work pants and her T-shirt.
“I know. But I need …” Her words trail off.
“Need what?”
“I need to feel. I’m so full of … of buzzing. I need to feelsomething.” She shakes her head. “No, not something. You. I need to feel you.”
Her words, her expression, are all the invitation I need.
“We can’t do this here. Someone could see.” I stand and hold my hand out to give her a boost up. We make our way silently to my cabin. I spare a relieved thought for us both being barefoot. There’s nobody around. No sound other than the normal creaks and groans of the old boat as I close the cabin door behind me and twist the antiquated lock.
Sadie is pressing against me before I even have a chance to turn on the light.
“Shh. We need to be quiet.” My hands are unzipping her trousers. Her hands are unbuttoning my shirt. And suddenly, we’re naked. “We can’t use the bed. It squeaks.”
I dig around in the toiletry bag on the little desk and pull out a condom. God knows why I put them there. Okay. That’s not true. I put them there with subconscious hope. Because as much as we’ve both said this would not be happening, it was inevitable.
I can’t think about that now. All I can think about is the eager body under my fingertips.
Sadie pushes me into the sturdy old wooden chair in the corner and, swiping the pillow from the bed onto the floor, drops to her knees.
I bite my bottom lip, but a quiet hiss still escapes as her tongue slides up the length of my dick before she kisses the tip and then takes me deep into her mouth.
My fingers tangle in her hair, and I luxuriate in the bliss of her lips and tongue for as long as I dare. Which is not long because she’s very good at this, and I’m very desperate to be inside her.
Easing her head back, I tear open the condom and roll it on. Sadie knows what she wants. She’s rising from the ground, straddling my lap and sinking onto me, wet heat engulfing my cock, in seconds.
I’m deep, and she’s rocking back and forth, rising and falling on my length. Eyes closed. Lips clamped tightly together. Chair quietly creaking.
I bring a hand up off her hip and gently grasp her hair, tipping her head back. My lips trail down the sensitive flesh of her neck, over her delicate collarbone, across the smooth slope of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her skin until I’m sucking her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. My other handdips between us, and I find her clit hot and swollen. A whimper escapes her, and she nods. Keep going. Don’t stop.
A tsunami couldn’t stop me. I know. Because my feelings are a tsunami. Swamping me. Drowning me. Washing away my doubts and fears. My crushing guilt has been eclipsed by my feelings for Sadie. Leaving me with only one thought as her back arches, her thighs tremble, and her muscles clench mine in climax.
This is my woman.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sadie
Ifeel Ethan erupt in the condom seconds after I’ve shattered and fallen limp on his shoulder, both of us with sweat-damp skin.
We shouldn’t have done this. But the reality is, it was inescapable. I have zero regrets.
The buzzing, fizzing feeling I’ve had in my veins since I first realised what I was looking at buried in the sand has finally eased. Replaced by warmth and peace. But it’s not just that. I’ve realised I can trust Ethan. He had my back with my father. He’s not going to hurt me the way my father hurt my mother. Perhaps more importantly, I finally believe I can trust myself. Not to lose my direction—my whole self—the way my mother did. I don’t know how we might make this work, but I trust us both enough that we can find a way.
