I press kisses along her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot at the base. Her legs quake, tightening around my waist as her moans ratchet higher.
“Wes,” she whimpers beside my ear. “I want you to come with me.”
“Bite my lip when you’re ready.” I kiss my way to her mouth, capturing her lips in mine again.
I pump against her faster, our movements rushed and chaotic. Isla’s teeth sink into my bottom lip, as she fastens her body against mine, holding me while she shakes. I’m seconds behind her, slamming into her one last time before coming with a grunt of her name. Colors flash behind my eyes as the agonizing tension gathered in every muscle finally breaks, leaving a wave of warmth flowing through me in its wake.
“Fuck, Isla.” I collapse against her, sapped of every ounce of energy. My head rests against her chest, listening to her heart beat rapidly like the bang of a drum.
Her chest rapidly rises and falls. “We’re good at that,” she says through a labored laugh.
The aftershocks of her orgasm pulse against my dick, a zing of pleasure every few seconds. Isla’s hand runs through my hair, nails lightly grazing my scalp. I can’t remember the last time I felt this at ease with another person, content to lie here all day basking in their presence.
I’m afraid to name this feeling, to admit to myself exactly how important this woman is to me. The acknowledgment means I can loseher before I even truly have her, and the thought is too devastating to consider.
I ease her off me, then roll to the side, bringing her with me until she’s settled against my chest. Our hands meet over my heart, fingers threading together, neither of us wanting to separate. Or at least I hope that she’s thinking the same as me, that this is the beginning of a lifetime of moments like this.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she whispers.
“Like what?”
“This…closeness. Like, I didn’t want you to stop being inside of me. I don’t want this moment to end.” She wedges her face into my side, eyes snapped shut, as she groans. “God, this is so embarrassing. I sound like a stage-five clinger. I swear I’m not usually like this.”
The words are an electric jolt to my heart, a spark that’s waking something up in me that’s been dead for a long time.
“No?”
“Ignore me,” she mumbles, still hiding her face. “It’s the sex chemicals. Shit, I’m making this worse.”
“Hey.” I lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. “Look at me, Red.”
She tentatively looks up, eyes wary.
“I want you in me, on me, around me. So cling to me, Isla, but be prepared that I might not let go.”
Her head pops off my chest. “So you’re saying you’re also a stage-five clinger.”
My lips break into a smile. “Yes.”
“Damn, that’s soembarrassingfor you.”
“You aresucha brat,” I say, my fingers squeezing her side, tickling her skin until she breaks into laughter, pushing my hands away. “You’re going to regret that, Covington.”
I hoist her over my shoulder as she squeals for me to let her down. I hop down off the truck bed and walk us toward the lake and into and then under the water. Isla squirms out of my grip and emerges a few feet in front of me. I shake my head, sending water spraying once I break the surface.
I’ll never forget this moment, the sun illuminating her strawberry-blond hair into gold and the radiant, blinding smile of happiness gracing her face.
She’s rearranging my damn brain chemistry with every passing second we’re together, and I’m afraid I can’t let her go, let her walk away from my life and leach every bit of happiness that she’s brought into it.
I’m going to show her why we’re the perfect match. That I can be the man she can rely on, if she gives me the chance.
Chapter 24
Isla
One week until competition
Spencer’s hands grip my hips as I squat, preparing for our triple twist.
