Page 78 of Lust For

“That’s what I’m here for, babe.”

I let out a scream when the sky opens up and begins pouring down rain.

“You okay?” Emma asks.

“Rain,” I shout. “It’s raining here.”

“Oh, good. Talk to you later, girl.”

We hang up and I turn to see him staring at me. My shirt is white, and so is the bra underneath. I can see his hooded eyes from here.

“We’ve gotta get inside,” I call out to him. “We’re getting soaked.”

“Yeah, we really should.” He stalks over to me, looking like he has no intention of going inside. “Come here, you.” The thunder rumbles overhead.

“You’re gonna get us struck,” I warn him.

“That’s what makes it so exciting. And besides, no one else is on the beach for us to worry about.”

I giggle. I’ve never had sex in the rain. It sounds like it might be perfect, creating some heat of our own while the sky gets angry around us with flashes of lightning and the rumbling of thunder. Just then, a strike of lightning hits just a little too close to us.

“On second thought, maybe we should head inside,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the house. “Wouldn’t want to get you struck. I’d hate to have to explain that one to everyone.”

I laugh, following him into the house. He stops me right beside the back door in the dining room. This is where he takes me from behind at the dining room table while the lightning and thunder crash in the background. Thankfully, that table is staying with my parents, because if they were getting rid of it, I would try to buy it as a souvenir. Now, I’ll have something to remember him and our time together by whenever I come to the house.

I try to decide whether that’s a good thing or not while he pounds into me. I lose all sense of thought when my orgasm rips through me. We fall to the table, sated. On second thought, I might need to keep it just for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“American Airlines flight 495 to Los Angeles will begin boarding…”

I don’t hear the rest. I just hold onto Derek’s hand as he drags me through the airport. I swear my feet can’t keep up with his long strides.

“Slow down, Derek,” I tell him for what feels like the millionth time.

“If I slow down, we’ll miss this flight.” He barely looks over his shoulder as he drags me.

Well, if someone wouldn’t have insisted on going for another round this morning, we might not be late. But I don’t say that. I keep my focus on moving forward. I’m still a little sore from the way he pounded into me when he was going for round two. We have yet to have a slow session. He always tells me he wants to take his time with me, but that never happens.

We reach the gate, and Derek drops my hand. He’s fishing for his ticket and ID. I do the same. I don’t miss the way the perky blonde particularly eye-fucks him as he’s scanning his ticket.

“You’re in our first class, Mr. Walsh,” she tells him.

He nods as if this isn’t news to him. And it shouldn’t be. He’s the one that booked the flight. He also upgraded my ticket last night too. That was a fight because I don’t like taking his money. But he insisted. I almost held my breath, hoping there wouldn’t be any seats left in first class with him. Of course, there were and now we’re going to be sitting together.

Her eyes remain on him while I scan my boarding pass. I wonder if she’ll have anything to say to me. She doesn’t. She’s still too busy checking him out. I can’t blame her. Derek’s dressed simply for the airport—dark jeans, white T-shirt, and black baseball cap that he’s been wearing all week. It’s pulled down real low so no one can make out that it’s him. I don’t blame her for staring. The sight of him took my breath away when I saw. I almost pulled him back into bed to go for round four. But if I had, we would have missed our flight for sure.

“Am I in first class too?” I ask her. I want her to have to talk to me.

She looks over at me, seemingly annoyed that I would ask her a question. But she answers me almost as sweetly as she did him. “Yes, you are.” Her eyes dart back over to him.

I roll mine and reply, “Why, thank you very much!” I lay it on sugary sweet, but it’s a waste. She’s not paying any attention to me.

Derek smirks. He must have figured out what I was doing. We make our way down the boarding ramp, and I’ve never been so happy to be headed onto an aircraft in my life.

I’m not a nervous flier, but the butterflies do kick up when we get close to takeoff. I almost grip the seat in trepidation, hoping that everything goes well. Once we’re airborne, I calm down. I wonder if Derek will notice as I make my way onto the plane. He puts our carry-ons in the overhead compartment. We settle into our seats, and I finally ask Derek about it.

“Do all women look at you like that?”

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