He holds me still until I stop trembling. He removes his hand, crawling on top of me. He positions his dick at my entrance and drives inside me. I gasp at the sudden size of him. His fingers aren’t small, but they’re nothing compared to him.
I’m leaning up out of the water. He doesn’t waste time before he’s pounding into me. My sensitive nerves are on fire in the best way, the pleasure swirling higher with each thrust.
His hand moves around to my lips. “Open.”
I do, and he pushes his finger inside my mouth. I taste my arousal on him. He shoves it so far back that I gag. He pulls it out slightly, and I’m overwhelmed with the sensations. My body is being used for him to get off now, but the look on his face is turning me on. He’s focused, his eyes intense on mine.Every time his hips thrust harder into me, my orgasm gets closer, just out of reach.
He pulls his finger out of my mouth and starts using his thumb to rub my clit. I detonate, my eyes rolling back in my head as I scream his name for a third time.
“Dayton!”
He rides my orgasm out, not letting up as it crashes over my body. As the last vibration makes its way over me, he finally jerks out and comes on my stomach. I watch his face, loving the passionate expression he makes while orgasming.
He licks his lips, meeting my eyes. “I wasn’t gonna do that here. I was gonna make myself wait.”
I shake my head. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
He bends down, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re worth waiting for, Summer.” His hand tenderly cups the back of my neck.
My heart squeezes inside my chest. I thought I could resist him, but every moment we spend together draws me closer in. It feels like I’m slowly sliding down a slippery slope, unable to stop from falling completely in love with him.
“What is … the plan?”
“The plan?” he asks.
“The plan … you know, with this thing we have going.” I’m a pure coward because I can’t even state thewhat are wequestion outright.
“Well, plan A was to have fun with you today, then to leave and never call you again so I wouldn’t have to feel the pain of you sending me to voicemail. You in this bikini and the mystical powers of Hidden Cove ruined that one. Plan B was to make you fall deeply in love with me and to somehow convince you to never ignore my phone call ever again.”
I look up at his handsome face. “Oh, is that so? What about you falling deeply in love with me?”
He sighs, brushing a wet lock of hair out of my eyes. “Too late for that, Cupcake. Thirteen years too late.”
My heart sputters. A well of tears starts building behind my eyes before spilling out of the corners and running down my cheeks. He brushes those away, too, before kissing the path they took.
“You need time to catch up though, and that’s okay. Take all the time you need,” he whispers.
chapter thirty-seven
Dayton
Summer and I came down to the Street Eats circle to listen to the live music playing tonight. She planned to meet up with some of her girlfriends. She’s chatting with Silvie, Mia, and Wendy over near where the band is playing.
While I’m waiting in line at Sweeties to get Summer a strawberry cupcake, I spot Banks speaking with Mr. Akana at the food truck right next to it. Banks works in finance in New York. He must be vacationing here. After paying for my order, I walk over to them.
“Banks, Mr. Akana, how’s it going? Any damage from the storm to your place?”
Mr. Akana is so small compared to me and Banks. We look like giants looming over him. He tilts his neck back to smile up at me.
“Hello! No, thankfully not too much excitement at our place. I hear your recently constructed deck got the brunt of it.”
I nod. “Unfortunately, yes. It set back our timeline.”
Banks shakes his head. “Bad luck, man. I’m glad no one was hurt. Was there any damage to the house?”
“No. The tree that fell took out the deck, but it wasn’t fully attached to the house yet.”
“You have any investors knocking on your door yet?”
