Casey’s fingers brush the outside of my arm, and the touch soothes me. His words mean more to me than he could know. It’s why I live each day as though it were my last. And these may as well be my last days with Casey.
Without any thought to anyone who may walk by, I turn into his body and press my lips to his chest. Casey inhales slowly and the muscles in his arms tighten.
My fingers crawl along his abdomen and find his small nipple between the cotton fabric. I trace it with my middle finger, and it turns rigid at my touch.
With just the smallest amount of pressure, I press down on his chest, and he falls back onto the rock, taking me with him. The surface is smooth, but it must be wet and can’t be comfortable.
I lift my elbows to give him space, but he pulls my mouth to his and kisses me deeply. I’m no longer thinking about the rock but how I can get my body closer to his and feel all of him.
I yank his T-shirt from the top of his jeans and run my hands along his ribbed chest. I’ve dated athletes before, but Casey’s skin feels smoother.
He pulls the shirt over his head, and I quickly unbutton his jeans. Carefully, I pull down the zipper over his bulge, and he shirks off his pants.
“Your turn,” he says in a gravelly voice. It should be cold next to the water since it’s not summer yet, but my body is overheating. I lift up my shirt and bra, removing them together in one fluid motion. Casey stares at my breasts and the cold air tightens my nipples. It’s the only sign that my body feels the chill as my brain only registers pleasure from seeing his eyes smolder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. His blue eyes turn as stormy as the water behind them. “I want you, Sage. So bad.”
“I want you, too. But we don’t have protection.”
He tilts his head sheepishly. “Don’t judge me, but I have one in my wallet.”
For a second, I judge him. But then my breath hitches, realizing that this is happening. I’m going to make love to Casey in front of the falls, a place I’ve always loved—it is just too perfect.
I nod. “Okay.”
He pulls down his drawers and his shaft springs up. I run my hand up and down its velvety length and circle the moisture at the tip with my thumb. Casey’s eyes roll back, and I can’t describe the powerful feeling this incites in me. I feel as though I could do whatever I want. And I want him inside of me.
After removing the rest of my clothes, I lift myself and hover above him. Staring into his eyes, I wait. He pulls my head and lowers me down for a kiss. I let his tongue plunge into me the way I know he wants to do with his body.
As I rub my body against his hips, his length finds my entrance, and I lift to let him in. We both sigh at the pleasure of him filling me and I drop my head back.
“You feel so good, Sage. So damn good.”
I rock against his body, lifting myself up with my thighs and slamming back down. “Ah,” he groans and clenches his fists.
“Don’t come, Casey,” I say. “I’m close.”
My orgasm builds deep in my belly, and I feel his shaft swell inside of me. I rock faster and harder, my pleasure mounting to a feverish pitch until I shatter.
Falling forward, I drop my hands onto his chest and steady myself. Casey’s hands fly to my waist, and he rocks my hips for me as I no longer have the energy to move.
His pelvis rises from the rocks and grinds against mine. When his back arches, I know he’s close and my body moves faster to frantically help him reach his pinnacle.
He closes his eyes, and his face contorts in pleasure. It’s so beautiful to watch. My chest fills with emotions, and everything around us becomes a blur except for his face.
“Sage,” he shouts as his orgasm hits, and he grips my hips tighter. My name on his lips beckons me, as though it was a call to come home. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the harsh sounds of his breath and the frantic beating of his heart.
It beats like a drum in my ear.
My heart swells as the emotion in my chest grows stronger and I whisper without thinking, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
His body stiffens and the pleasure that coursed through me only a few minutes ago is gone. Fear replaces it. He looks around us, as though just remembering we’re in a public place, and shifts me off him. “We should go,” he says. “Anyone can see us here.”
“Yes,” I say softly, a little embarrassed.
I know he’s not worried about other people. He’s worried about the woman in front of him who barely knows him but claims to be falling in love with him.
Yeah, I’d run for the hills, too.
