Her hands on my back, kneading at the muscles.
The tiny droplets of sweat gathering in crevices.
The slickness of our bodies.
“It’s never been this good,” Paisley whispers, her body rising up to meet mine. “Why haven’t we been doing this for the past eight years?”
My hips roll with hers, her breasts tumbling with the movement. “Because we are very, very stupid.”
Paisley laughs, and it makes her walls clench.
I draw back and sit up, pulling Paisley up with me. She sinks onto me, knees on either side.
My lips are on her neck. “The lights are on, so I can watch you this time.”
Paisley nods, guiding my hand between her legs. I do as she silently asks, and she treats me to a show. Her hands on my shoulders, head tipped back, nipples scraping my chest, and just like I said earlier, I get to watch her eyes roll back in her head.
“Beautiful,” I groan, nuzzling her neck as the pulsing and quaking of her muscles subside.
She clenches around me, lifting her hips before dropping them down, and presses her lips to mine. She is directing the show, leading me there.
Primal, raw, shared breath and slick bodies. There’s no one else in this house. On this island. It’s only us. We’re not kissing, but her mouth moves over mine in tandem with where we connect.
The edge nears, rising up. Paisley jerks, squeezing me, silencing her cries. It catapults me to the end, and now she kisses me, and I kiss her back, and I don’t know what we’ve done or what we’re doing, or what we may have started.
I only know that Paisley feels perfect in my arms, and perfect in my chest, and for now that is enough.
CHAPTER 34
Paisley
Heatfrom the sand rises up through the towel I’m lying on. It’s a perfect day, balmy, the slight breeze lifting my salt-dried hair from my shoulders. The sun is proudly displayed in the middle of the sky, like a superhero revealing their uniform.
Klein lies beside me.
Ahh.Klein. My whole body smiles when I think of him, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. Last night was perfect. This morning, too, as he gathered me into his chest. He was slower this morning, lazy and sleepy, nearing decadent.
Klein slides his sunglasses down his nose, eyebrows raised as he asks, “Do you need me to reapply your sunscreen?”
I probably don’t need a re-application for a little while longer, but turning down Klein’s offer to rub his hands over my back? I’d be a fool.
“If you’re offering, I’m accepting.” Sitting up, I rifle through my beach bag and hand him the coconut scentedsunscreen. He takes it from me, squirting a quarter size amount in his palm as I push my bikini straps off my shoulders.
His touch is cold at first, but quickly warms up.
“Your muscles are tight,” he remarks, kneading at the top of my back. “I think I might know why.”
Looking back at him flirtatiously over my right shoulder, I say, “Somebody worked me out last night.”
“And this morning,” he adds proudly. “We should hydrate. The day is young.”
His comment makes me laugh. He’s mostly finished reapplying, so I snap my straps on my shoulders and turn, lunging for him. It knocks him back on his towel, and I lean over his chest, dropping a kiss onto his lips. “I like your wit.”
“I like your everything.”
His words send a flush of pleasure throughout my body. He claims there is no safer place for my heart than with him. I hope that’s true.
After a second, slightly longer, kiss I return to my previous position on the towel.
