“Please,” I plead. The friction of his fingers pressing between my legs through the fabric covering me is making me crazy. The feel of that solid length pressing against me through my panties sends a shock of heat straight to my sex.
I lean back and reach for my purse that I dropped on the way in. Snagging the strap, I pull it to my lap and quickly riffle through the contents. With a triumphant grin, I pull out a strip of condoms.
I ease off his lap so I can kick off my panties while he toes off his shoes and socks, but the second the last of my clothes drop to the ground, he hefts me up back onto his lap again. Ashe grips my hip with one hand, he slips the fingers of his other hand inside me. When they stroke against my g-spot, I moan at the flood of bliss. Levi rocks his hand inside me and swallows whatever sounds I’m making with another scorching kiss. It feels so good, but I need more.
“Levi,” I whine, pulling my lips away from his.
Levi takes the condoms from my hands, where I’d temporarily forgotten I’d been holding them. With quick movements, he tears one open and rolls it down his length, which is standing tall and thick.
I hover over him for one breathless moment, savoring the tension crackling between us. When I sink down on him, a wave of heat washes through me at the press of our bodies. His mouth leaves mine to trace a burning path along my jaw, then down my neck.
I slowly – inch by blissful inch – work myself down his length until we are pressed together as tightly as possible. I mutter expletives at the intense fullness.
Once I finally adjust, I start to buck and bounce on him while he urges me faster and harder with his hands around my waist. Ecstasy roars through me in a growing inferno. Leaning in, I kiss Levi. As we kiss, I slide up and down his length, loving the way he fills me.
Levi’s tongue sweeps into my mouth. He pulls me tighter against him, one hand on my ass, the other sliding up my side to cup my breast.
I settle my hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage as my thigh muscles begin to burn. However, Levi catches my wrists and pulls them behind my back. The move arches me back, putting my breasts at the perfect height for his mouth. All I can do is moan and gaze up at the dark ceiling overhead, the euphoria building so fast I might as well be soaring up to meet it.
Bliss spirals through me with increasing intensity, carrying me with wild abandon toward my peak. Letting go of my wrists, Levi grips my waist with both hands, and takes over completely, planting his feet and thrusting up. He pistons me on his length, going so deep and hard that the sound that comes out of my mouth hardly sounds human.
My eyes roll up, and stars sparkle behind my eyelids while my body clenches around his length. I come so hard my vision whites out with the flare of bliss. Levi shudders beneath me, the muscles of his shoulders clenching tight beneath my grasping hands. He jerks me tight down on his lap, impaling me so deeply his cock sets off a second orgasmic wave just as he spills himself inside me. He comes with a heave of his hips and a guttural sound that rings through me with a burst of afterglow.
I melt against him, floating in a hazy euphoria as he draws me into a gentle kiss, his fingers soft against my cheek.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I feel almost dizzy with pleasure.
Still floating in a haze, I barely register Levi rising to his feet, cradling me against his chest as if I weighed nothing. He carries me toward my bedroom, humming happily to himself. When he stops and snags the rest of the strip of condoms with a wicked grin, I cackle like a loon.
CHAPTER 20
Levi
I’ve been awake for a while now, watching the first rays of morning sunlight filter through Rose’s bedroom window, painting golden stripes across her sleeping form. I commit every detail of how she looks in my arms to memory. Her dark hair is a wild tangle across the pillow, and her lips are slightly parted as she sleeps. The sight of her makes my chest ache in the best possible way.
I can’t stop thinking about how Rose looked last night – head thrown back and lost to pleasure. The memory sends a rush of heat through my body. But there’s also an undercurrent of regret gnawing at me – today is our last full day together. When she booked her week of water adventures, I’d already committed to helping the fishing boats during the second half of her trip. Back then, she’d been just an unknown name signing up for kayaking and sailing excursions. Now, knowing tomorrow will find me out at sea while she spends her final vacation days ashore, every hour apart feels stolen. I know I gave my word long before shearrived, but all I want is to spend every remaining moment with her before she returns home.
She stirs in my arms, her eyes fluttering open. That first sleepy smile she gives me nearly stops my heart. “Morning,” she mumbles, pressing herself closer against me.
I can’t resist kissing her. When I pull back, her eyes are more alert, radiating warmth. “Ready for your kiteboarding adventure today?” I ask, trailing my fingers down her bare spine.
“Mmm,” she hums, arching into my touch. “I suppose. Though staying right here in bed with you is pretty tempting, too.”
How she looks at me through her lashes makes me want to forget all our plans and spend the day exploring every inch of her body again. But I force myself to be responsible. “How about we compromise? Shower together, then breakfast in town before hitting the beach?”
Her eyes light up at the suggestion. “I like the way you think.”
The shower turns into its own adventure. I maneuver carefully, keeping my back turned away from her as I pull her close. Rose’s wet skin is impossibly smooth under my hands as I help her ‘wash her back,’ which quickly devolves into me pressing her against the tile wall, her legs wrapped around my waist as the water cascades over us. I pin her hands against the shower wall which she seems to love to ensure that her wandering hands don’t find the raised ridges on my back. Her gasps echo off the bathroom walls as I drive into her, her nails leaving crescents on my shoulders.
Later, cleaned up and dressed, we head into town. “What are you hungry for?” I ask, though I think I already know the answer.
“The bakery?” she suggests, proving me right.
When we arrive, Rose immediately asks about Koko, but the employee – Sarah, according to her nametag – says she’s outrunning errands. As we settle into a table by the window, I pick up my coffee and bring it to my mouth but freeze mid-motion. There he is – the older man from the other day, the one whose heated argument with Koko had preceded the freak storm. My jaw clenches as the memories surface: the sky darkening without warning, the violent waves threatening to swallow everything, Rose somewhere out there in danger. All because of whatever strange power play exists between those two.
“I’ll grab our order,” I tell Rose when Sarah calls out that it’s ready. As I head to the counter, the older man approaches my path.
“I wanted to apologize,” he says, his voice gruff but sincere. “About the storm. Mokosh just… she knows how to push my buttons. I lost control of my temper.”
