“Not when I’m with you.”
How can he get even more perfect? I kiss him as fiercely as he attacked my clit moments ago. He opens to let me in. I’m desperately ravaging his mouth, and other than having the tip of his erection drag through my pussy, he’s not moving, letting me dictate how fast we go. My desire cranks higher and higher. He makes me feel special in and out of bed—or when fucking on the picnic table. Finally, he loosens his hold, and I take him in an inch. He goes rigid against me.
We’re hugged together so close that I can feel when he tenses his abs. I rock and take more of him. Then more. My gasp breaks the kiss.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He grunts and punches his hips up. I sink down all the way, loving how full he makes me. “I can’t get enough.”
“Cruz?” I don’t know what I’m asking. I need this, but I don’t want it to end. When I’m with him, I don’t worry about the stuff I should. When I’m with him, I can see how I’ve put myself in a display case with my cupcakes and locked the rest of the world out. Cruz is opening the lid and crawling in with me. But he’s also leaving the display cracked open to give me a glimpse of everything I’ve kept out.
He kisses my neck. The birds have returned and their singing fills the air.
I still have no words. I want to ask him to stop. To leave me alone so I’m not scared anymore—this time of losing him. I want to tell him to never quit, to keep dragging me out of my cupcake prison. I want all my problems to mysteriously go away.
All I can think to say is, “Fuck me. Hard.”
I’m sitting astride him, my leg wedged under the top of the picnic table with his, my other curved around his hip, but he takes over. I’m in his control and that’s just the way I need it. My carefully crafted life is at risk, but I need him to take this from me now. To let me just... be.
I’m centered on him, stroking in and out of me. The muscles of his arms are flexing against my legs. His clothes scrape against my skin. I’m naked and he’s fully dressed. He’s got his shit together and my life is a mess.
I tip my head back and he nibbles up my neck. Soft grunts leave him every time I plunge down. A moan slips out of me when he withdraws so far I’m almost empty.
“Cruz. Harder.”
“I’ve got you.”
My belly tightens at his deep growl. He does as I ask, but my leg thunks against the table. Hugging me to him, he carefully stands up and moves to the end of it. My ass hits the top and I lie back. Without the interference of the bench, he can thrust without restraint. He pounds into me, just as I asked. I draw my knees up and out to give him as much access as possible.
I’m completely open to him with the sun shining down on us. There’s nothing hidden. I can’t share everything with him, but I can do this.
“Fuck, sugar.” His fingertips dig into my hips.
“Yes!”
He pumps harder. “You take me so well.”
“God yes!” I claw for something to hold on to, but the sheet is too loose, so I grip the sides of the table. My whole body shakes, but all I feel is him. So damn good.
I crest and float, riding the high of my orgasm, arching my back off the surface. “Cruz.” It comes out the most yearning, most demanding, most thankful sound.
“I can feel you coming.” His voice is tight. “You’re fisting me so fucking hard.”
His grip is unyielding as he punches into me one more time. He comes on a roar that scares all the birds away. I’m on a cloud of ecstasy. He’s filling me, the breeze caresses me, and the heat of the day kisses my skin. It’s perfect.
And now I have to go back to work.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Elodie
It’s closing time on Friday. I flip the dead bolt and peer out the window like I have every day since Sunday.Deanisn’t anywhere to be seen.
Fucking Damon. Like I’d actually talk to someone about him. Fuckwad.
Still, I check the locks again before I finish wiping the tables and running a quick mop over the floor. I shooed away Kinley a half hour ago. I could probably close earlier on Fridays, but then I’d be stuck in the back even longer on my Friday nights.
I could close earlier and just go do something.
My exhale is heavy. Campbell stopped by to talk about future cookie dough fundraisers. The good news is that everyone she’s talked to loves the idea. The bad news is that everyone she’s talked to loves the idea. Even two sports clubs in the next town over have contacted her, asking about it.
