“You’re fucking amazing.”
“Want,” came rolling off my tongue, “you.”
“You’ve got me, baby. All of me. So good. Oh fuck, Noah. Your arse is insane.”
I wanted to dispute that silly comment. I wanted to just rut against him, not patiently lounge around here hoping he would make good on his promise. I needed it. All of it. Him. The universe. His cock. His whispers and I wanted…
“Fuck!”
I took it all back. His length glided out of me, and then he slammed back in before I could catch my breath. And again. Again. More as I let my mouth run. Words and sounds and the universe once again crashing down all around us. Because I never behaved like this. Never did this. Never once let go. Not like this.
This was him, and he made me like this. Made me lose everything I’d so carefully constructed. The walls of safety. The boundaries I’d erected. The person I’d been. Gone.
I blamed him. Because after this?
Nothing would ever be the same.
Chapter 8
Fox
“I’m starving,” I admitted, after we’d managed another shower and he was rummaging in his suitcase. I was just standing naked in the middle of the room, trying to balance on the side of my big toe that didn’t look like a STOP sign. Red and angry and fuck, it hurt.
“I don’t want to give you more meds for now, eat first. You’ll need another dose for bedtime.”
“We need to ring for maid service.” Obviously.
“I’ll…” he started, and then started pulling at the sheets on the floor. “It’s disgusting.”
“It’s just sex,” I said calmly. “This is a honeymoon resort. I’m sure the staff are used to spunky sheets and finding condoms in the bins.”
“Still,” he mumbled. “I’m the kind of guy who likes biohazard bags.”
“This whole bed is a biohazard.” The look on his face was hilarious. He was hilarious. And I was grinning again. He made me happy, and this made me happy and I was an idiot. That was blindingly obvious here.
“Where do you actually practice?”
“A normal question from a naked man.” I took it back. He was dry as hell.
“I would get dressed if I had clothes. I have no idea where your pants went. Can I possibly borrow another pair?”
“Absolutely. I was going to suggest…that maybe we will attempt to go to your room, if only to grab you some clothes.”
“You can carry me naked across the resort. Would be most romantic.”
Now he just smiled.
“No, Riley.”
“So you’re going to carry me… exactly where then?”
“I was going to suggest I carry you over to the buffet so we can have dinner. Unless you want to have dinner with your friends?”
“They haven’t even missed me enough to try to figure out if I’m still alive.”
“Mum has kept them all updated. Blow by blow.”
“Oh fuck.”
