The sand.
The world around us faded away, leaving only this punishing kiss, this molding of two mouths, two messy hearts, and wandering hands.
He pulled back first, a look of awe on his chiseled face. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to get sand in places no man should get sand, and nothing on this damn earth will stop me.”
I licked my lips, loving that I tasted him there, wanting to sample more of him, everywhere. “Do we have to?”
He groaned and looked away, blowing air out of his swollen lips. “You’re killing me, and self-control isn’t even close to one of my strong suits. Obviously.”
“And yet you’ve been doing so well,” I teased.
He scoffed. “Do you even know the thoughts I’ve been having about you? The stolen glances? The sleepless nights?”
“It’s been two days.”
“It’s been too long,” he countered. “And every night when I lay down, I wonder if it would be crossing a line to crawl into your bed and watch you sleep, and then I’m like, ‘Oh shit. Stop sounding creepy,’ so I lie there and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you’re thinking about me the same time I’m thinking about you.”
“I am. I do,” I said shyly. “I just don’t know how to do this, what this even—”
“Shh…” He put a finger to my lips. “Just exist right now, and we’ll figure out the rest later.”
“Will we, though?”
He shrugged. “All you can do is give it today, and when you’re blessed with another day, give that day too. You give all your days over and over again, and before you know it — you’re living.”
I pressed a small kiss to his mouth. “For a rockstar, you’re pretty wise.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, well, you have to mess up about a billion times then to get as wise as this.”
He slowly helped me off his body. I shifted my gaze to the side and tried not to stare at his jeans, at the obvious arousal showing beneath them after our make-out session. Not possible, since my eyes kept wandering back.
“Keep staring, and I’m going to strip you naked in front of the horse.” He adjusted himself and winced. “Do you even realize how bad I ache for you?”
I chewed my bottom lip and then crooked my finger at him. “I have an idea.”
“Does it involve me eating some sort of food object off your body?”
I gave in to the laughter bubbling up. “Um… no, but it does involve your body.”
“I’m listening.” He crossed his arms.
“There’s a cave…” I pointed. “…right over there. We could tie up Will next to the—”
He launched himself at me so quickly that I couldn’t finish my next sentence. His mouth crushed mine in a fast and savage kiss before he pulled back, grabbed Will’s reins without having a panic attack, and said. “Where’s the cave?”
I’d never seen a man move that speedy in my entire life as he ran with the horse next to him to the cave, tied the reins around one of the rocks — as if that would really stop Will if he wanted to escape — and grabbed the bag from the saddle.
In seconds, he had a blanket in hand, a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes, and was setting up camp inside the cave.
“Please God, tell me I didn’t almost get murdered by that horse to just sit in here and make out with you.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, terrified he was going to say something about the fact that my body wasn’t model thin, horrified that he was going to see the scar from my appendix, or that he would notice the way my skin wasn’t as tight as it used to be.
Instead, he cursed and pulled me into his arms, tossing my shirt onto the sand and showing his expertise at bra-unhooking before devouring me in another kiss.
He pinned me against the side of the cave; the rock wall dug into my ass, but I barely felt it as I worked him free from his jeans with one hand and clung to his neck with my other.
His mouth opened against mine in a dizzying pant as I gripped him.
Drew moaned against my neck. “I’m seconds away from embarrassing myself.”
“You should let me go then.” I grinned.
A disappointed look flashed across his handsome face before he very slowly released his hold.
The minute I had freedom, I released him and got on my knees.
“Holy f—”
As I slid my lips over him and sheathed his cock with my mouth, hips pumped into my touch as if he couldn’t help it. He was almost too big, not that I was complaining, as I teased and tasted him, sucked him, and wondered how in the world I had come to this place.
In a cave I used to visit in high school, wishing that someone like Drew Amhurst would come rescue me, to actually tasting him on my tongue and driving him wild.
“Bronte, I—” He panted and bit out another curse. “—I don’t know how long I can last. I’m seriously—” He cursed again. “I don’t even know my name right now.”
I took him deep, using my tongue to press him against the roof of my mouth and sucking hard as I drew back a few inches before repeating the motions.
He tried to push me away, but I tightened my lips, dug my fingers into his ass, and then stayed put as he spent three years of celibacy and groaned so loud that the cave almost shook with it.
His eyes were glassy when I looked up, and then, still panting, he was pulling me to my feet. Before I could say anything, I was tossed over his shoulder and then gently laid down on the blanket.
He flicked open my jeans with one hand then tugged both them and my panties together down to my ankles. His hungry look devoured me whole as he whispered in that same sexy rasp. “You ready for orgasm
