Lisa arches her spine and tilts her face toward the sky, breasts bathed in moonlight as she moves on top of me. I grip her hips, enjoying the show almost as much as I enjoy being buried deep inside her right now.
“Dax,” she gasps, and I know I could never get tired of her saying my name.
Especially when she says it like that.
She’s doing this unreal circular thing with her hips while her back arches so I can slide in deeper.
“That’s it,” I urge, watching her face for cues she’s close. Her gaze tips upward, eyes fixed on the night sky. I left the rain fly off on purpose, taking my chances that a downpour won’t hit here in Oregon’s high desert. I wanted to see the stars, but watching Lisa enjoy them is even better.
“Oh,” she gasps as I arch my pelvis to drive deeper into her. In three weeks, I’ve learned every nuance of her body. I’ve learned how her breathing grows ragged right before she comes. I’ve learned her left breast is a tiny bit bigger than the right. I’ve learned that if I drive up at just the right time, I can hit her G-spot.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She drags her gaze off the stars and looks down at me with a smile. “Thank you. Oh!”
There. That blend of perfect manners and unbridled passion. That’s what I love about her.
Love?
No. I shake the word out of my head and focus on making her feel good. Making me feel good, too. The sight of her bare breasts dappled in moonbeams, her blond hair bright against the night sky spurs me right to the edge. It’s a vision more sensuous than how she’s riding me now, hips moving faster as she nears the crest.
“Just like that,” I whisper. “That’s it, baby.”
“I’m close.”
“I’m right there with you.”
And I am, but not just that way. I want to stay inside her like this forever, or at least pretend forever is an option. That it’s a word in my vocabulary.
I rock into her again, and that’s all it takes. “Don’t stop!”
That’s it. The throaty little moan she makes when she’s close. I drive up harder, gripping her hips to make sure I hit exactly the right spot.
She goes off like a firecracker, sparks flashing in her eyes as she cries out and throws her head back, riding me hard and fast and slick as I drive into her and come my brains out, too.
She collapses, breathless, on top of me, and I swear to God I could stay like this forever.
But I’m worried about her legs falling asleep, so I ease her to the side, then pull her body close so she’s snug against my chest. She rolls onto one hip and we lie there panting in the darkness, both of us watching the night sky through the top of the tent.
“There!” Lisa points at the sky, eyes wide. “I saw a shooting star.”
“Yeah?” I smile and snuggle her closer, loving how soft she feels. “Did you make a wish?”
“Maybe.” She looks at me through her lashes with a smile that’s almost shy, and I’d give anything to know what she wished for. What she’s thinking.
We fall silent again, but there’s a whirl of words in my head. What if we really could make this work? What if we didn’t say goodbye at the end of this?
“Lisa?”
“Yes?”
I’ve started the conversation before I’ve thought of what to say and how to say it. There’s a moment where my brain tries to come up with some other topic. Some way to hide what I really want to ask.
“What do you want in the future?”
God, that sounded stupid. Like a college admissions interview—not that I ever did one. I can tell from her expression that she has no idea what I just asked her, and come to think of it, neither do I.
“Well,” she says slowly. “I guess I’d like to continue building my business. Developing my skills and becoming the best interior designer I can possibly be.”
