Page 50 of Promise Me Never

“Hold on, Sunbeam.”

The arm I have around his shoulders tightens as he begins to fuck me. Hard, powerful thrusts that I feel deep inside. My breasts bounce as the sound of our skin slapping together fills the quiet kitchen. My toes curl as deep, white hot heat bubbles up within me, starting in the backs of my thighs and working outward.

My head falls back against the cabinet door behind me. With every thrust I climb closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. My nails dig into his flesh as his breaths come faster and faster. My legs tighten around his waist as his pace increases erratically.

“More.” My eyes meet his with a plea. “Give me everything.”

His eyes darken as he lifts me off the counter and spins us to the empty wall. His lips cover mine as he drills into me. It’s sloppy and wet and a tangle of tongues and teeth. I cry out into his mouth as I cling to him. It’s painful in the best way possible. My ankles lock around him as he stills, pushing him into me as deep as possible.

My pussy clenches around him as his cock pulses inside me. I feel every hot rope of cum as it paints my walls. His heart is pounding out of his chest while I cling tightly to him. He holds all my weight and presses his lips to mine gently.

“Are you okay?”

I can’t form words, so I nod. He pulls out and tucks his cock back in his pants without ever setting me down. My brain can’t process anything of value right now. He fucked the intelligence right out of me.

He carries me through the house and upstairs effortlessly. Every few steps I feel his lips on my shoulder or neck. Sweet, gentle kisses that make me feel cherished. Why does he do this if it’s only casual? I should stop him, put up some boundaries, but I just don’t have it in me right now. That’s a problem for tomorrow.

He doesn’t put me down until we’re in my bathroom. I flip on the dim light over the shower, oddly insecure with him seeing me fully illuminated by the lights over the mirror. He pulls two towels out of the linen closet and sets them aside before opening the glass shower door.

“I’m guessing based off how hot the bath water was last night that you like it hot?” he asks with a teasing grin.

“Yeah.”

I watch as he strips out of his clothes. Every inch of his body is perfection from his sharp jaw to his wide shoulders and down to his washboard abs and that incredibly sexy v of muscles. His ass is firm, and his legs defined with muscle. But the thing that really pulls me in the most are his eyes. Even as guarded as he can be, I can always see the emotion swimming beneath his cold facade.

“You coming?” He stands halfway in the shower and holds his hand out for me.

I take his hand and let him pull me inside the steamy glass walls. He reaches behind me and pulls my hair from its ponytail. We shift places so I can wet my hair. I watch as he reaches around me to squeeze some shampoo onto his palms. My head drops back as he starts working the suds through my hair.

“That feels so good,” I tell him.

“I’m glad.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “How is the rest of you? Did I hurt you?”

I lean against him as he massages conditioner through my hair next. This is heaven-level pampering.

“No. The rest of me is just fine.”

It’s not a lie. I’m a little tender, but any discomfort is far removed by the bliss of the orgasms he delivered down in the kitchen. My heart beats quicker as his hands, coated in suds from my body wash, work their way down my body.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, you know that?” he says as his fingers tease my nipples.

“Don’t say things like that.” I turn my body toward the spray and away from him.

“Why?” He presses against my back, his lips on the back of my head.

“It feels too real.”

I turn the water off and open the door, reaching for both towels. He takes his and steps away from me, the space between us fraught with all the things we can’t say. He can’t push me on this, because if he does, I might end up breaking my promise. I can’t let myself get attached.

I won’t.

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“What the hell do you mean you’re coming with me to Denver?” Janey’s voice carries across the yard from the stable to the goat pasture where I’m laying hay.

I wipe my hands on my jeans and start over in the direction of her voice. I thought Luke said he’d take care of this. If she was under the impression that I’d be going with her and now I have to tell her I can’t, I’m going to be so pissed. By the time I get over there, Sam is grinning at a visibly pissed Janey with a duffel bag at his feet.

“Come on, Blue. You know I’m a good road trip buddy.”

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