I pick her up, my hands cupping that perfect plump ass of hers. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her back up the beach to the cottage.
This moment is eerily similar to the one not long ago when I carried her inside after making her come. The rain, her ass in my hands, her mouth on my neck. It’s all the same.
Yet everything is different, too. Cataclysmically different.
I’ve been so afraid of being honest with her, it never occurred to me that my feelings for her wouldn’t scare her off. God knows they terrify me.
But if she’s not running away from me, then I’m tired of trying to push her away.
I carry her back into the cottage, once again kicking the door shut behind us. This time I don’t stop in the living room but carry her straight into the bedroom. I set her down in the middle of the room.
I don’t turn on the light, but the lights are on in the living room and just enough spills into the bedroom to cast her in a glow of warm yellow light. She’s drenched from the rain, and shivering. No matter how tough she acts, my girl is freezing.
I pull her tank dress up and over her head, then pull her panties down until she steps out of them. I take both of them into the bathroom, grabbing my shirt off the floor on the way and drop them all in sink. By the time I make it back to the bedroom with a towel, she’s pacing, her expression stormy again.
“Jonah, I swear if you don’t—”
I yank her toward me and kiss her again, cutting off whatever she was going to say. “Maybe give it a rest, okay, Peanut?”
“But I—”
I tip her chin up, the emotions in those clear blue eyes of hers all but shredding my soul. “You win. We’ll do this.”
“This being…”
My lips twitch at her impatience. “I will not walk out on you again.” I start with her face, drying off the water clinging to her cheeks and lips, before moving down to her neck and then those gorgeous perfect tits of hers. “I will absolutely fuck your brains out. But you’re freezing, so I’m going to dry you off first and get you warmed up.”
The light in her eyes turns mischievous. “Any chance this is one of those scenarios where we have to cuddle naked under the blankets to share body heat?”
I can’t hold back my chuckle as I drop to my knees and run the towel down one leg and then up the other. “It just might be.”
I reach the apex of her thighs, dabbing at her blond curls before tossing the towel aside. I know I promised to fuck her, but how am I supposed to resist when that beautiful pussy of hers is right there?
So I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and part her folds, looking my fill.
“Jonah, please.” She weaves her fingers through my hair, urging me to look up at her. “I want you inside of me.”
“Be patient.” I give her ass a light slap. “Last time, it was dark. I tasted you, but I didn’t get to watch you come.” I slip a finger inside of her, circling her clit with my thumb. “God, this pussy is perfect.”
She shudders, her eyelids dropping. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” She grinds down on my hand. “I’ve never been with anyone else.”
I still, my eyes jerking to hers. “Clara?”
I can’t bring myself to ask the question out loud, because how can that be true? How could it be possible that this amazing, gorgeous woman, whose body was made for sex, could be all mine? Only mine?
Jesus Christ. I almost come all over again from that thought alone.
She makes a needy mewing sound, her fingers tight in my hair. “Jonah.”
“Clara,” I repeat, giving her ass another light slap. “Look at me.”
She looks down, her gaze clearing for a moment.
“You’re serious?” I slide my finger out, licking the taste of her off my hand. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, looking vaguely embarrassed. “I’ve—” She gives a vague gesture. “With toys or whatever. But never with anyone else.”
Lust and love and pride all surge within me. This woman. This amazing, gorgeous woman is mine. Completely and only mine.
