“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin. “You feel so fucking good.” His voice is basically a growl.
“God, you do too. I could—I want this to last forever.” I’m not sure if I mean him fucking me or us in general.
But both are true. I know it more than anything.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that,” he says as he pulls out and goes right back in. I gasp as I’m shoved into the sheets.
I didn’t know sex could feel like this, but now that I know, there’s no way I can ever accept anything but him. He’s too perfect.
My body clamps down on his cock, and a new kind of heat builds as he moves. I don’t know if I’ll come or not, but this feels so good that I don’t care. I let myself feel, not worrying about anything but the moment.
And it grows. My hands twist in the sheets as I try to push back into him. I’m a mess, and I’m sure he is too.
Nate’s pace picks up and I know he’s close.
“I’m gonna—fuck.”
I want to tell him to come, but I can’t even form words. I’m too lost in us. Finally, he slams into me and holds me close. Once again, we’re both out of breath, and my body still sings as I feel him empty inside of the condom.
The more time we have, the more I want to explore this.
I hope he meant the same thing I did when I mentioned forever.
“I think ... you’re about to be the reason I have a normal sleep schedule,” he says into my shoulder.
“Tired already?” I ask.
“How are you not?”
“I am, but tomorrow is the end of the cruise. I guess I’m not ready for it to end.”
His lips land on my cheek. “Nothing is ending tomorrow, berry. In fact, I think it’s just beginning.”
I let out a long breath. He has no idea how much I need to hear those words.
Now I just need them to come true.
chapter twenty-seven
I wakeup with a pleasant ache between my thighs and neither of us are wearing clothes. After we cleaned up, both of us fell into bed and immediately slipped into sleep. It’s tempting to take it easy and have a slow morning, but I know that we’re supposed to be back in Orlando today. One check of my phone tells me we really need to get up and get packed.
The goal is to get out of bed and pack for both of us, that way Nate can sleep in as long as he can, but the second I try to wriggle out of his grasp, he’s pulling me back into his arms.
“Bad pillow,” he mutters into my hair. I’m not even sure he’s awake.
“Not a pillow. It’s Maisie.”
“The point still stands.”
He nuzzles my head before he goes right back to sleep. I feel like my heart could explode and I let myself enjoy his embrace for longer than I probably should.
“I’m sorry. We have to get off the boat.”
“Let’s just sign up for the next cruise,” he says.
“My job wouldn’t like that very much. Plus, I miss my own cooking.”
He hums. “I miss your cooking too.” Finally, he lets me go. “Let’s just get this over with.”
