Page 70 of Stuck in Paradise with You

I can’t hear it. I can’t hear him speak and I don’t want to risk hearing anything else that I can’t handle tonight.

This is a horrible idea, I know that with certainty, but he’s like fire to my gasoline and I feel this explosion between us with every single part of me.

So I release a long breath and tell him, ‘No talking. Please.’

His deep brown eyes seem to question me, but he nods. ‘No talking.’

I step under the head of the shower with him, our clothed bodies close but not touching. Keeping my eyes down, I bring my hands to his firm chest, the chest I’ve been yearning to touch since I saw him naked on the beach my first morning here. I dig my fingers into him, bunching his wet t-shirt into my fists, frustration and desperation a toxic mix of emotions.

He places a hand over mine and inches closer, closing the gap between us until I can feel the hardness of him against my nakedstomach. As his other hand comes to my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline, his pelvis rocks harder against me and shifts with it all my inhibitions. I’m lost to him.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asks.

God knows it shouldn’t be, but it is. I move my hands, showing him my response because I don’t dare voice it. I’m afraid my words will bring me to the reality of what we’re doing, what tomorrow could bring. So I bring one hand to his nape, fingering the thick hair I love the feel of, and with my other hand, I mirror his action, sliding my palm up his wet neck, feeling his strong jaw, landing on his cheek. Though the water is cascading over us, I open my eyes briefly to his, in time to see his breath hitch and his pupils enlarge.

I don’t know who makes the first move but our mouths meet in a blaze of furious want. Nibbling, biting, his tongue turning against mine. I don’t want us to speak but I’m for sure turned on by the sound of his groan into my mouth, an echo of the sound that comes from me.

God, I’ve missed him. I’ve missed us so much.How can that even be possible after so long? After so much has happened between us? It’s like our bodies don’t recognize time; they only remember what to do.

Six weeks was all we had and it was six weeks that wrecked the rest of my life.

Because of this. Because of the way our bodies know exactly what to do, even if our minds don’t. The way my mouth takes everything he gives and I feel it all throughout my body. The way his touch alone brings bright light to my vision behind closed eyelids.

‘Jesus, Carrie.’ He leans his forehead on mine and with my eyes closed, I see everything I feel, the overwhelm of it all, in the pools of his eyes, in the strained expression of his face. It isn’t enough. I need all of him.

My fingertips slide under his shirt, feeling his hips, his obliques, as I ride the top up his body and he helps me take it over his head, then brings his arms back down behind me, to my ass, nudging us closer together, holding us here, pulsating, wanting, as he tugs my bottom lip through his teeth. The things that move does to me register in a completely different part of my body.

I’ve put everything I’ve ever felt for Luke on ice, and now our flames are liquifying me. I melt into him, my head dropping forward until I’m biting his neck, sucking his collarbone, nibbling the muscles of his chest.

‘Carrie…’ My name leaves him as a whisper. A beg. A plea. One that makes me respond by pressing my mouth to his, relishing the sound of his response. Urged on by it, feeling sexier than ever hearing how much he wants me.

He drops his shirt and scoops me up, his forearm under my thighs. When I wrap my legs around him, he rotates us, pressing my back to the tiled wall with a thud, his crotch following, putting pressure right where I want him,needhim, to be.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks. I can barely utter my response.

‘I’m fine.’ I sigh. ‘Fine. Don’t stop.’

But the fact that he managed to pause in the moment, that he cared enough to stop and ask the question, spurs me on more.

We’re a rush of mouths and limbs, grunts and groans, hair tugging, ear biting, rolling and grinding. I need him closer, all the while knowing he won’t be able to get close enough.

I need more and I show him, pushing his shorts as far as I can down his thighs until he has to set me down to let me finish the job.

The sight of him, free, exposed, in all his glory, all for me, has my breaths coming thicker, faster. I take hold of him but he covers my hand with his palm, forehead to mine, and grinds out,‘If you want me to last, you can’t touch me. I swear, Carrie, I’m too far gone already.’

He looks into my eyes and I see so much in those two worlds. So much, I could forget – Ihaveforgotten – all reason. All sensibility.

‘The things you do to me,’ he says.

Though I don’t want to hear words and I’m afraid of my own, of how deep they might be, how vulnerable they’d make me sound if I voiced them, I know exactly what he’s saying. No one has ever compared to what Luke makes me feel.

I can’t speak but he always said he could read everything from my eyes, as if they tell a story, so I know, as he’s looking at me now, he’s in no doubt as to how much I want him,this. He responds by sliding my underwear down my legs, taking them down to the ground until he’s on his knees for me.Me.

As his fingers and tongue draw me like a road map, making my head roll back against the tiles, water spilling down my breasts, my hips rising toward him, begging for him to keep working me the way only he can, stars shoot behind my eyelids, and I pant and moan. And when he asks me, ‘Come for me, Carrie,’ I have no choice but to give us both the release we’re craving.

I’m catching my breath, eyes closed, feeling the water between us, feeling Luke’s hands glide up my body, leaving a tremor in his wake, despite the warmth of the shower. When I open my eyes, above us I see a twilight sky, then an even more stunning view as Luke’s heavy, dilated eyes are on mine. I pull on his hair as he grinds his even harder length against me, then scoops me up, turning off the shower, and leads us into his pod, where he lays me down on his bed.

He takes a condom from his suitcase and I’m here for it. I’m ready for him. I’m desperate for him.

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