"God, Avery," I gasp, clutching his biceps. "I can feel you everywhere."
He holds still for a second, chest heaving, eyes locked on mine like he’s trying not to lose it.
"I’m not going to last," he growls through clenched teeth.
"Then don’t," I whisper, wrapping my legs around his hips, lifting into him. "I want to feel you come inside me."
That’s all it takes. He starts to move, driving thrusts that steal every ounce of air out of my lungs.
We move together, my hips rolling up to meet every stroke. I reach down between us, rubbing tight circles over my clit, chasing that second release like my life depends on it.
It hits just as he slams into me, buried to the hilt. My orgasm clamps around him, and I feel his rhythm stutter as he comes with a guttural moan, pulsing hard inside me.
He collapses onto his forearms, forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping, bodies trembling from the high. Pulling out gently, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us to our sides, staying connected as our heartbeats slow.
"Rest," he murmurs, lips brushing my temple.
This time, when sleep comes, I don’t resist it.
I let go, because I finally have something real to fall into.
***
I fell asleep easily.
For some reason, whenever I’m around Avery, my body decides it’s the perfect time to melt and just be free.
As if I have all the time in the world to do absolutely nothing.
Before falling asleep, I texted Akira last night, giving her Avery’s room number so she’d know where to find me. That’s the last thing I remember before closing my eyes and drifting far, far away.
But I wake with a start. The emptiness beside me sends a jolt of panic through my gut, until I hear the water running in the bathroom. He’s awake before me.
In the shower.
Naked.
I wish I had time to think about that, todosomething about it, but according to the time on my phone, I have exactly four minutes to be ready and out that door. I mean, all I have to dois shove a bikini in my backpack, brush my teeth, run a comb through my hair, and take today’s dose of medication.
Once my bag is packed, I double-check everything just to make sure I haven’t forgotten something, then glance at the time.
Two minutes.
I rush to the fridge, rip the packaging open, and head for the bathroom, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Avery.
God, he’s…hotisn’t even enough to describe him.
His eyes are closed, head tilted back under the stream of water, shampoo bubbles sliding down his chest and pooling at his feet.
My eyes trace every inch—every glorious inch— like I need to burn him into my memory to survive a few hours apart.
I just want to trail my fingertips over his firm chest. I want to lick every ridge of muscle, kiss my way up and down his torso like I’ve got all the time in the world.
I want to wrap my hand around his cock, feel the heat of him in my palm, and stroke him.
Up and down.
Up and down.
