“Holy shit,” he breathed. “From behind?”
I nodded, taking his hand and reaching it around so that he could touch me. I arched my back, sticking my ass out, positioning him further inside me, and got closer to the edge as he bent over my back. He groaned in my ear. “You feel incredible,” he said, and then began to move himself in and out of me.
It’s happening,I thought.Holy shit, this is really happening.My pulsequickened as he penetrated me, in and out, over and over. He took me with just enough force to satisfy the craving I’d been denied all week. It didn’t hurt, didn’t make me uncomfortable. I wanted all of it, I was desperate for every last inch. I could feel the tension building inside as his fingers worked on me. Before I could give it a second thought, a huge upsurge of ecstasy blinded me, sending my body into spasms that invoked the same from him. I could feel the condom stretch even more as it filled with his pleasure, quivering against my G-spot as I continued to release. When we were both done, covered in a sheen of sweat, I realized that we came together at the exact same time with the absolute bare minimum of conversation, as if Beckett knew exactly what I needed from him and how to get me there—and not only did he wait for me, but was able to shoot me into overdrive by letting go with me.No one has ever done that before.The endorphins that rushed to my brain in celebration of the moment swelled with emotion for him.
Beckett tried to catch his breath as he slipped out of me, disposed of the condom and wiped the mess off on a hand towel from the bathroom. I took it from him and dried myself off as well, and then he chucked it onto the floor and swept me into his arms. We lay together, facing each other this time, my hands on his back, feeling him work to slow his heart rate down. Kissing me softly, Beckett said, “That was… Wow.”
I curled up with my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. “Agreed,” I said.
He kissed the top of my head and breathed in the scent of my hair. His fingers traced my wrist, which was adorned with his dainty, silver bracelet. “I could stay here like this forever,” he whispered. But we didn’t, because human nature is lustful and greedy. The bungalow was its own form of sensual foreplay, filled with attributes we might never experience again on the island—and we only had hours left to enjoy it.
Of course, Beckett didn’t tell his millions of readers the details ofwhat went on behind those doors. His version was honey dripping from a spoon into a hot cup of herbal tea. It was slow, warm, sweet, comforting. Intimate connection. It was the truth, just a different side of it. He failed to mention the rest of the night: the soaking tub for two that he filled with bubbles and sat with me in, until his hands got busy playing between my legs and delivered me my second orgasm. He didn’t bring up the outdoor rain shower we took together after the bath, where Beckett had to hold his breath to stay quiet when he slid into me—without a condom this time, because we both wanted to know what his rippled cock would feel like without that barrier in the way. He didn’t discuss the way he lifted me up and held my back against the stone wall of the shower, pounding into me until his climax rose, or how he pulled out and came all over my stomach. He didn’t share that he washed me with hibiscus body gel and then dropped to his knees and gave me a tongue bath because he wanted to taste me again.
All of that, I suppose, would be too much for his readers to handle.
It was well after midnight when we finally collapsed into bed, naked, hair still wet from the shower. Tangled together, we slept the sleep of the dead, overflowing with endorphins and what I definitely thought might have been love.
In Beckett’s version, it was just fade to black.
But in hindsight, I guess that was the truth too.
Chapter 26
We woke up late the next morning.
Like, really late.
The clock on the nightstand glowed 9:20. I was supposed to be back at the room to meet my mom at nine, and the Marriott was a twenty-minute cab ride away.
But first, I had togeta cab.
I shot up in bed. “Shit!” I whispered. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Beckett stretched. “What’s wrong?”
“We forgot to set the alarm. We have a plane to catch! We’re late!”
“Fuck!” He rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s 9:20,” I said, searching the floor for my bra.
“Plane leaves at noon,” he said. “We’ll be fine. We just need to get you back to the hotel.” He rolled across the bed to my side and picked up the house phone. “Hi,” he began. “Can I get a cab to the Renaissance Ocean Suites, please?” I pulled on my underwear. “Just one. Uh huh. Sure, that’s fine.” I slipped my arms into my dress and tugged it over my head. A quick glimpse in the mirror told me my hair was a disaster, but there was no time to worry about that. “Okay. We’ll be right out.”
Beckett hung up the phone and grabbed a pair of mesh shorts from his bag. He pulled them on—no time for underwear—and slid on hisflip-flops. “C’mon, they’ve got one heading to meet you at the entrance to the restaurant. I’ll walk you.”
“Ugh! I hate being late. My mom’s going to freak.”
“No she won’t. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll check out and get to the airport as quickly as possible. I’ll hold the plane if I have to.” He handed me my purse. “You got everything?”
I glanced around quickly. “I think so, yeah.”
He opened the door to the bungalow as I put on my shoes. He laughed nervously. “I’m sorry?” he offered.
“No,” I said, and stopped to give him a quick kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be. Last night was incredible,” I insisted. “Plus, like you said, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
The taxi arrived as we were hightailing it up to the restaurant entrance and Beckett opened the door for me. He squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you soon,” he said. Then he paid the driver the cab fare plus tip. “Please get her there as quickly as you can,” he implored the driver.
As the car pulled away, I saw his figure get smaller and smaller, one hand held up in a wave, a sweet half-smile plastered to his sleepy face.It will be fine.The words rang in my head like church bells.
