Her entire body is moving in tandem with mine as she pushes herself back toward me with each thrust of my cock along the slick walls of her pussy, and I can already tell she’s chasing her orgasm. I know it in the way she huffs out a breath with each stroke of me inside her and the way every muscle in her legs and ass are flexed.
Tightening the pressure on her neck just slightly has her arching her back and moaning against my palm, so I bring my other hand from her breast to her mouth, pushing two fingers in. She sucks them in greedily, sweeping her tongue around them. My balls tighten in response, and I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.
I move my fingers to her clit, sweeping them over and around the swollen bundle of nerves until her legs are shaking. Then, I fuck her hard and fast, keeping the pressure on her clit untilshe’s bucking wildly against me as I release the pressure on her neck, letting her gasp in oxygen.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, followed by a groaned out “Yes!” that’s too loud given the people that we’ve heard walking along the wall or up the driveway to the hotel.
Her legs are shaking so violently that I’m half afraid she’s going to collapse, so I wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her up as I bury myself inside her. I come so fast and hard that I have to hold in my groan as I watch her turn her head to the side and bite her own arm to keep herself quiet while her core squeezes me over and over, pulling out every drop of my release.
When we finish, we both slump forward. Her head rests on her forearms where they’re folded against the wall, and my forehead rests on her shoulder.
“Holy shit.” Any other words are lost—the kind that could tell her how amazing that felt, how I’ve never had a connection like that with anyone else, how perfect she is.
But then she sighs and says, “That was... fun. But it’s probably good we’re never going to see each other again.”
Ouch.I know we only ever intended for this to be a vacation fling, but after the feelings I was just having as we finished, it stings.
I’m about to ask why it’s good we’re never going to see each other again when she adds, “I’m not sure I could look you in the eye after what you just did to my body.”
I slip out of her, quickly removing the condom and tucking myself back into my pants. Then I turn her toward me and back her against that wall, leaning in close. “Like hell you can’t.”
She rests her head against the wall, gazing up at me. “You know what I mean.” She starts to look away but my hand is already on the side of her face, guiding her back to look me in the eye.
“No, I don’t,” I growl out the words. Is she upset? Did I hurt her? “So please explain.”
“That was... amazing. But the way I was just so desperate for you is?—”
“Also amazing.”
“I was going to say ‘a little embarrassing.’”
I slide my palm along her jaw and sweep my thumb along the ridge of her cheek. Her skin is flushed, I can feel the heat pouring off her, and I don’t know if it’s from the orgasm or whatever embarrassment she’s feeling. “Why the fuck would you be embarrassed by great sex?”
“I don’t know,” she says, but even in the soft filtered light streaming through the branches above us, I notice her cheeks flame.
Has someone made her feel ashamed of the way her body responds during sex?
“Morgan, the way you respond to me iswhythe sex is so good.” I bend my head forward, letting my forehead rest on the top of hers when I admit, “The best I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” she whispers, and I hate the sad notes I hear in her voice. “But now we’re both leaving. Speaking of which,” she says, moving her head so I have to lift mine as she pulls the straps of her dress up over her shoulders, then reaches down to fix her thong before sliding her dress back down over her hips, “walk me back to the hotel?”
I clear my throat to try to rid it of the lump that’s forming there. I’m never emotional like this, especially not about women. I should be glad we’re going our separate ways. Things would be too messy otherwise, and I don’t do messy.
“Yeah, of course.” My voice is rough as I turn away, hoping the disappointment isn’t evident on my face.
Chapter Sixteen
MORGAN
I’m sitting in the large living room of the posh high-rise condo Eva shares with her husband, Luke, surrounded by some of my closest friends and my cousin. And even though I made Jules bring me straight here from the airport so I could see Eva on the day she brought her baby, Gigi, home from the hospital, I’m distracted thinking about Danny.
About how I managed to sleep with my stepbrother, before I knew who he was, and how I let it happen again—twice—even after I did.
“Oh!” Lauren’s voice snaps me out of my own thoughts, which may have wandered while she was talking about a vacation she just took. “Speaking of which, how was your mom’s wedding?”
I feel my cheeks turn pink as my friends all look at me, and hope they think it’s a sunburn flaring up. “It was... eventful.”
“Oh no,” Lauren groans. “What happened?”
