“Say you want me, Isla.” I needed to be inside of her so badly my cock was straining against my jeans, and I didn’t know where this intense need had come from. One minute we were talking, the next I needed to claim her. It was taking a hell of a lot of self-control to hold back long enough to hear her say yes, but the longing and underlying sadness in her eyes nearly broke every single piece of me.
“Y-yes.” She leaned in and that was all it took. I planned to make sure she felt my passion, my need, and how much I wanted her beyond the physical. I didn’t know if she had any idea how much I loved touching her, but I was going to show her. Her skin was smooth, her lips silky soft, and her hair like velvet between my fingers. I’d been inside of her dozens of times this summer, but this was far more sensual, much more intoxicating, and I hoped she felt all the things I wasn’t able to say.
She was so beautiful, I longed to tell her, but the words died in my throat because this was exquisite torture, straining to slow down, stay in control, keep her on the edge of arousal without going too far. Without blurting out how madly in love with her I was and how much I was going to miss her when she inevitably left.
We peeled off our clothes heatedly, our mouths barely moving apart long enough to take off our tops. She was flushed, her lips parting as she watched me yank my shirt over my head. Then we were both naked and she was grinding on my lap. She sank down on my cock and I squeezed her ass, holding her in place as I tried to memorize everything about how this felt.
Fuck, I was going to miss her.
“Dax…” Her voice caught as I pulled out to the tip, waited a few seconds, and then thrust back up. Over and over, I changed the rhythm until she was begging me to let her come. I wanted to tease her all day, listen to the sound of her voice filled with her need for me, but my balls were drawing up tight and in another few seconds, there would be no holding back.
I came hard, jerking several times as her sweet, wet sheath convulsed around me, milking me within an inch of my life. I hadn’t been expecting to have a reaction this intense and it was a long time before I could move again, though I gently pressed light kisses along her throat as I tried to catch my breath.
She was equally breathless, resting her head on my shoulder, her arms snugly wrapped around my middle. When her eyes fluttered open, they were lust-filled and glassy—exactly the look I liked to see on a woman I’d just fucked. But god, this was so much more than fucking, no matter what outside forces we were dealing with.
“That was…intense,” she whispered, licking her lips.
“Yeah.”
“Are you angry with me? Was that what my students call a hate fuck?”
I scowled. “God no. That was us, babe. That’s how it is between us—hot and sexy and intense. Since the first time. And anyway, no matter what we’re doing, there is never, ever any hate involved when I have sex with a woman. That’s not the man I am.”
“I know.” She dropped her head again and we were quiet.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked warily. “We probably should have had that discussion before I attacked you, but I kind of couldn’t help myself.”
She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “If you’d rather I left early, I’ll go spend the last few days with Ian and Everly.”
“I already told you—I don’t want you to leave at all,” I admitted.
“Dax, I don’t want to end things. I’d like to maybe keep things casual this fall, so we have time to focus and make decisions without pressure. And then I’ll come to Vegas as soon as the semester is over, so we can reassess. What do you think?”
I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it felt like more of the same and delaying the inevitable. But I loved her and didn’t want to lose her. More than anything, I wanted to change her mind so she would come back to me for good, regardless of where we landed. It was probably a pipe dream, and I was a dumbass, but I couldn’t help the way I felt about her. And deep down, I sensed she loved me too. She was afraid, but I wasn’t sure of what and I didn’t think she knew either. Until we could figure it out, there wasn’t much else we could do.
“I think we can give it a try,” I said finally.
“All right.” She didn’t move, so I didn’t either, and we sat there for a long time, me still inside of her, her chest pressed against mine. Until her little wiggles and sighs started getting me hard all over again. And once we got going again, I was going to make her beg for a really long time.
We spent most of the next few days either on the couch or at the kitchen table, with her quizzing me to help get me ready for the SAT. By the morning of the test, I was as ready as I was going to be, and she’d said she would be at Ian’s when I was done. We were having dinner there tonight since she was leaving tomorrow, and though I dreaded it, it would also be a little bit of a relief to get back to something familiar and exciting: hockey. I also had this new internship thing happening with Chains, and was more excited about that than I was even willing to admit out loud. I couldn’t wait to get going
