He catches my wrists and pins them high above my head—and then he moves. I nearly sob with relief. The ache inside ofme finally gets what it’s been asking for. I moan when he begins to stroke into me, slowly at first. He moves so slowly that I feel every inch of the inch of him slide through my wetness, stretch me, and send delicious little waves of pleasure through my body. I keep my eyes on his face and watch the vein on his forehead, the tension in his neck, and the effort it takes him to hold back.
“Wyatt!”
His name, breathed out like that, seems to snap something in him. He pulls out and drives into me hard, making me cry out at the pleasure that rocks through me. It’s unlike anything I imagined for myself in the dark.
“Fuck!” he growls, those dark eyes locked on mine as he finds his rhythm. His grip tightens on my wrists, and the muscles in his neck strain with every thrust of his cock. My eyes fall closed as he fills me, my core clenching around him in response.
I whimper when I feel his face pressed up against my ear, his beard tickling me with every harsh breath he blows on to my skin. “You’re so fucking tight. I wanted to do this when I first saw you at the store. Push you against one of those shelves and take you apart until you were coming all over my cock.”
“You did?” I whisper, my pussy quickening around him.
“I nearly did when you walked into my goddamned cottage. I jerked myself off when you left, picturing your tight little pussy as I unloaded into my palm.”
“Oh God,” I cry out, my thighs trembling as he kisses my throat. It’s last night all over again. Except this time, it’s not in my head. Wyatt is here with me, kissing my neck and pushing me into an orgasm I don’t have to find on my own. And it’s so much more than I ever let myself imagine.
Strange, unnamed emotions sweep through my chest that I’m not ready to think too deeply about. And when his mouth finds mine again, I realize that thinking is not an option anyway. He kisses me like he’s desperate for it, rocking hard and deep into me, stroking until I find myself falling off the edge without warning.
I cry out against his lips as pleasure crashes through me in waves. My thighs tremble around him, my core clenching then releasing around his cock. I cry out his name, straining against him as my world tilts. As it wavers right under me.
He doesn’t stop, driving into me faster and deeper. He buries his face in my throat as he thrusts a few more times before holding still inside me. His release brings me as much pleasure as mine did. He bellows out my name as he comes, and I feel the hot pulse of his cum coating my inner walls. He slides from my body, and I feel his release slide down the crack of my ass..
We’re both panting when he rolls onto his back and pulls me into his chest, those large arms blanketing me and making me feel safe. Warm. I sigh, nuzzling his chest, and close my eyes as exhaustion finally catches up with me.
From a distance, I hear him call my name. It’s like an echo in my head that’s quickly fading. I hear the concern in his voice and whine when he pulls away, seeking the warmth he’s taking from me. Slowly, I feel everything go quiet and weightless.
It’s his face I see last before the dark takes me.
***
It’s bright outside when I open my eyes. I blink against the light, and it takes me a solid minute to make sense of where Iam. The gentle sounds of waves seem to bring everything back. Suddenly, I’m assaulted by the memory of last night, and I feel the heat crawl up my face.
The card game. The bet. The kiss, and then—
I had sex.
With a man I’ve known for two days. Tall and handsome, and yes, still technically a stranger. Every moment from last night plays in slow motion in my head, and I find myself blushing at the memory of how bold and wanton I was, how desperate I felt to experience the touch of someone like Wyatt. I find myself equal parts mortified and quietly, deeply satisfied at how boldly I went after what I wanted.
My eyes snap to the side when the tent zipper is pulled down, and Wyatt ducks inside. He’s already dressed in brown cargo pants and a jacket zipped to his throat. When he faces me, I find myself fighting a blush. I definitely have none of the boldness I did last night when I practically begged him to have sex with me and… shit, I’m blushing again.
“You’re awake,” he says, those hazel eyes locked on me. Unnerving in their intensity. “I thought of waking you up, but figured you needed the rest.”
“You should have,” I say, tugging down my sleeping bag and sitting up, looking at anything but the man standing by the entrance of the tent we shared last night. “So, um, are we going to see the sea lions soon?”
“That can wait a few minutes. I figured you’d want to clean up before breakfast. There’s a stream—not far, maybe a ten-minute walk—but the water runs incredibly cold.”
“I can handle cold,” I say, getting up and biting back a wince when I feel the soreness between my legs, as if I neededto be reminded of last night. There’s none of the stickiness I felt between my thighs before I fell asleep, so he must’ve cleaned me up. That quiet act of care makes something squeeze in my chest that I refuse to look at right now. “So, have you brought anyone to this island before?” I keep my voice as casual as possible as I gather my things.
“Yes.”
Something cold and ugly sweeps through my chest, and I hate the jealousy that spikes in me. It’s none of my business who he brings here. We’re practically strangers. I don’t care what he does with his life. And yet, I can’t help the small “Oh” that slips out.
“Sabaak,” he clarifies. “I don’t make it a habit of dragging him away from Adak, but occasionally, I bring him camping at different locations.”
“Oh,” I say, pretending his words don’t soothe the jealous ache in my chest.
I follow him out of the tent and to a small stream with water that chills my bones. When I make it back to the tent, I’m shaking like a leaf. I don’t warm up until Wyatt hands me a thermos of hot chocolate without a word, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Then we’re off.
