I give myself to it. To the taste of him. The feel of him. The quiet groan that slips from his throat when my hand brushes down his chest, halting over the small constellation marked on his heart.
And when we finally break apart, we’re breathless.
Ruined.
Remade.
“You make me see stars,” he breathes, forehead resting against mine. “Ours will never fade. No matter how hard we’ve tried to make them.”
The words echo between us before his mouth finds mine again. Our bodies shift in the water, slick skin brushing slick skin, the world narrowing to heat and breath and the sound of need rising within.
Nolan grips my hips and lifts me with little effort, setting me on the pool’s edge, wet, breathless, and completely at his mercy.
His body slots between my thighs. Strong hands claim hips he’s already memorized. One swift pull and I’m flush against him. The need isn’t subtle. It’s carved into the way he touches me. And then he’s lowering his lips to my neck, then my chest, moving with such careful intention it makes my whole body ache with need.
“Nolan,” I whisper.
“Trust me?”
I nod. I do. God help me—Ido. Even though I probably shouldn’t.
“Lie back.”
Tiny kisses over my collarbone, hands coaxing my legs further apart as his mouth goes lower, trailing fire over my ribs, across my stomach, his stubble grazing my skin, soft and rough all at once. I can’t tell if the goosebumps are from him or the anticipation.
Nolan’s hands drag my bathing suit bottoms down my legs so slowly it borders on cruelty, exposing me inch by aching inch. The night air licks across my heat, but his mouth follows fast. The first flick of his tongue is gentle. Testing. Almost shy.
It’s a lie.
His tongue is hungry, and ruinously skilled.
I gasp, hands flying to the pool’s edge, gripping tight, as though it’s the only thing keeping me from floating away entirely.
Nolan glances up at me, a sinful smirk tugging at his mouth. That devilish dimple is doing nothing but making me wetter. “You taste like moonlight on my fucking tongue.”
No one’s ever said things like that to me before. And somehow, those naughty words mean more to me than the orgasm.
Grinning, he hooks one leg over his shoulder. His voice is dirty, and lethal when he rasps, “I’d crawl across galaxies to eat this sweet pussy.”
My cheeks flush.
Our eyes connect.
One beat.
Two.
He dives in.
Warm lips wrap around my clit with filthy intent. I yelp at the sharp burst of pleasure that tears through me. He licks. He sucks. Hedevoursuntil I’m whimpering, hips jerking, thighs trembling, almost completely undone.
Groaning against me, his mouth burrows deeper, a possessive tongue sliding through my center, savoring every response, everybreathless sound then one finger slips inside, curling just right, his mouth never leaving me.
My hips jolt, fingers clawing at the edge as he coaxes pleasure from every trembling inch.
He owns this moment.
He owns me.
