“I guess you’ll have to share if it worked for you. I’d be curious to know.”
She nods.
“Will you tell me too?” she asks. “If you change while here?”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard.
Wendy looks away. The sound of waves crashes below, and neither of us speaks for what feels like an eternity.
The corner of her mouth rises.
I stand from the chair and go to her. She’s close enough that I can smell her sweet shampoo. Her fingers find the hem of my shirt, and I walk her back into my room, closing the curtain in front of the door. Her palms slide up my stomach, and mymuscles tense under her touch. Her fingers trace the lines of my abs like she’s memorizing me.
“I want you,” she whispers.
“You sure?” I ask.
Her mouth brushes mine. “I’m waiting for you to stop being a gentleman about it. We’ve been dancing around this since the day you arrived.”
“I don’t want to rush,” I confess.
“We’re running out of time,” she reminds me, setting her phone on the nightstand. “You’re leaving on August 3.”
I cup her cheeks and kiss her the way I’ve wanted since she entered my room.
She tastes like strawberries, and I pull her lip between my teeth and suck. The sound she makes rushes straight to my cock.
“Fuck, Wendy.”
Her hands slide up my chest, removing my shirt. I pull her against me, and the heat of her body is everywhere. We walk backward until her legs touch the mattress. She sits, pulling me down with her.
Ocean air fills the room while I lay her back against the sheets. Her ponytail fans out across the fluffy white comforter. The gold flecks in her brown eyes catch the light, and she lets me admire her before I reach for the edge of her polo.
I peel it off of her, then reach around to unclasp her bra. Tan lines from her bathing suit cut across her shoulders. I trace one with my mouth. A shiver runs through her as my mouth closes over her nipple, tongue circling the peak.
“Carter.” My name comes out soft, so soft that I almost don’t hear it.
I move between her breasts and across her stomach. She grips my hair when I reach her hip bone, and the tug sends a jolt through me.
I push down her shorts and press my mouth against the wetness in her panties. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Always.” Her breath catches.
I stay there, adding pressure to her before peeling them from her body. Wendy sits upright, her breasts on full display as she reaches for my shorts.
“I don’t have a condom,” I explain.
“I’m on birth control. Please,” she nearly begs, snapping the button open, then pushing the material down to my feet.
I move forward, and she leans back. I settle between her thighs with my cock pressing against her. I add pressure, but I don’t go any further. Her eyes hold mine in the warm light.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says.
I push into her slowly. She’s tight, and the sensation of being with her like this overtakes me. Fuck, it feels so good. I close my eyes. Her lips part, and she gasps in my ear as her nails lightly scratch across my shoulders. For a second, I stop giving her time to adjust.
“Okay?” I ask.
