“Oh, God, yes.”
I laugh at his honesty, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, whimpering into his mouth. Nick answers my call, letting me leave my mark, imprint myself onto his skin. I give him everything I am, so that he can never forget tonight. I slowly lift myself away from his mouth, which follows me, his teeth encircling my nipple. I bend towards him again, as he grabs them both, sucking at one as he squeezes the other with his hand. I keep moving, guiding him deeply inside me and rubbing my clitoris against him. I let myself enjoy the sensation of his mouth consuming my breast; it has absolutely no intention of loosening its grip.
“Oh, fuck…fuck,” he moans into my chest, and I realise that he’s reached his limit.
I move faster, longing to see him crumble underneath me. Nick raises himself up suddenly, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me against his body. His breath stops as he cries, his moan low and loud – I immediately feel his heat inside me, as my own orgasm spreads through me. I tremble breathlessly on top of him; my pussy is in flames, my mind totally emptied. I already know that I’ll never be able to sleep with anyone else after him.
And I would never want to.
48
Nick
Casey collapses into my arms, slowly pulling me out of her. I trace my fingertips over her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath against my chest. I brush the hair away from her face and stroke her cheek; she smiles, her eyes closed, calm and content.
Her body is lily-white, so pale that it looks really fucking good in contrast to my tanned skin. It’s almost like a latte – which I already know is about to become my favourite drink. Her tiny hands trail across my chest with their long, elegant nails, drawing circles around my nipples before dipping further South, following the line of my abs down to my hips. They slowly make their way back up my body, inducing a shiver in me that promises something more: but not right now. Now, I need to stay here, like this, with her on top of me. We’re blanketed by a silence, a serenity that only highlights how precious this moment it.
The two of us. Together.
And I don’t even want to ask myself how things could’ve been if this had happened before; if I never got on that plane, never left her in that pool. The only thing that counts is the present. What we are right now, and everything I want to be for her.
“I’m still hungry,” she says, casting her eyes up to the ceiling.
“That’s not exactly a compliment for me.”
“It is, though,” she says, lifting her head and resting it on her arm. “It means that you burnt off so many of my calories that I need to regain my strength.”
I smile at her, satisfied with her response. “Stay here. And don’t go anywhere, this time – okay?”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
I slide her to my side, and get to my feet.
“You know, O’Connor,” she says, making me turn back towards her, “those photos… They don’t do you anywhere near enough justice.”
I puff up my chest with pride.
“Now let me admire your arse while you walk off into the kitchen and get your girlfriend something to eat.”
Jesus.My girlfriend.
A wave of panic laps at me, pulling me into the deep end before she can even realise. I turn and head into the kitchen, keeping this moment of weakness to myself. I know that Casey said it without thinking. She didn’t mean anything by it – there’s no reason for me to be this anxious.
Out in the kitchen, I try to calm my thoughts, cutting two slices of cheesecake to take back into my bedroom.
Casey is sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed. Naked; perfectly comfortable. She didn’t even feel the need to cover herself with a sheet – just as she strolled into the kitchen earlier, wearing absolutely nothing.
“Finally!” she says as soon as she sees me.
I pass her a plate and sit down next to her. Without missing a beat, she sticks her fork into her dessert and shovels it into her mouth, one forkful after the other.
“What?” she asks me, realising that I was watching her.
“See what I mean? You’re such a pig when you eat.”
She grins. “You’re just jealous. I imagine that one slice of cheesecake means a twenty-kilometre run for you.”
“Nah,” I say, resting my plate on the bedside table. “I just need one thing.”
