Page 44 of No Escape

“Can you love me tonight and just walk away, Clint? Can you?” she asked instead, breathing the words against his lips.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Say the word and I’ll turn around and walk out of your life, before it’s too late.”

“Walk out of my life? Haven’t you already done that once?”

And he’d never look back, Clint lied to himself. They wanted each other. There was no denying that, yet he also felt Sarah’s hesitation. The man she’d come to know on the island would have already pushed her back against the porch wall and started fucking her.

So what am I waiting for?

Because he wanted more, only he didn’t know what that something was, and he wanted Sarah willing. As they stared into each other’s eyes, he realized what the answer was. Only before he had a chance to comprehend it completely, Sarah offered him her lips.

Clint didn’t hesitate to accept her surrender. His mouth moved over hers roughly, before reining in his passion to kiss her tenderly. Mutual sounds of desire floated like music on the ocean breeze, drifting out to the water and beyond as Clint’s tongue meshed with hers. He gently ushered them further into her house, reaching behind him to swing the door shut. He didn’t know the layout of the room, but his instincts guided him as far as the leather sofa.

He sank down onto the soft cushion, pulling Sarah upon his lap while their tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths in wild abandon. A crazy thought crossed his mind that he liked kissing her. He could kiss her all night, but her eager little hands revealed she had other, more intimate designs on where their evening was going to end.

Her hands ran over him, giving pleasure as well as taking it. She pulled his shirt up, running her palms over his flesh, scraping her nails down his chest before raking over his nipples. A feline hum of satisfaction exploded through the silence of the room.

Clint groaned, shuddering in response. He unbuttoned the gauzy blouse she had on, slipping inside and caressing the silken flesh of her naked tits with callused palms. He thrust his hips beneath her in a move to change their positions, wanting to feel her beneath him.

Sensing the direction of his thoughts, Sarah broke the searing kiss. “No, I want to make love with you in bed this time.” She rose, pulling him by the hand.

Clint wasn’t sure he could make it to her bedroom. No sooner had they entered the small airy room then he grabbed Sarah bringing her down upon the bed with him. A ceiling fan whirled overhead creating a welcoming man-made breeze and the curtains at the open window blew wildly with the gust of wind blowing in. The moon cast a romantic glow throughout the room. A perfect setting for lovers.

“You should send me away,” he mouthed the words against her belly where he’d moved her thin blouse away. Teeth lightly grazing the skin he exposed, his fingers impatiently tugged at the snap and zipper to her cutoffs, the material parting easily. He slid his hand inside, cupping the wet heat of her, sliding a finger over the little button of her desire.

“Oh!” The breath caught in her throat. She arched into his intimate caress, moaning. “Do you want me to send you away?” She tugged at his shirt until the buttons popped off, and she could slip it over his shoulders.

Clint in turn lifted her enough to pull her blouse over her head. He tossed it to the floor, feasting his eyes on the moonlit tits left exposed, their dark little tips beckoning him to kiss them. A fire uncurled in his gut and he slowly lowered his head.

“Hell no,” was all he managed, before closing his mouth over her breast and tugging at the nipple. He flicked his tongue over them tenderly, swirling it around until Sarah bowed like a taut string beneath him, silently revealing her pleasure.

He felt her hands go to the belt at his waist, working frantically at the buckle, crying with impatience. Clint left the bed, their gazes clinging as he removed his jeans. It hit him then, in those few brief seconds, that there would never be another woman for him like Sarah. If he had it in him to love anyone, what he was feeling for her at that moment was the closest he’d ever come to it.

He knelt on the bed and slowly began to peel her shorts off. She assisted by lifting her hips, sucking in air when he purposely let his fingers dip and explore the naked skin he exposed. And if that wasn’t enough, once he dropped her shorts to the floor he replaced his hands with his mouth.

“Oh!”

Her hands went to his head trying to push him away, but almost instantly, her fingers curled in his hair to hold him against her instead. Her hips gently rotated against his mouth and stabbing tongue, the sweet taste of her nearly driving Clint mad.

“Clint…” she gasped, as tiny tremors took control of her body. A sure sign that signified release was near. When he took her swollen clit into his mouth and tugged on it hard it was all over for her and she exploded in bliss.

He slid up her body to lie full-length against her, kissing her with a hunger she returned. Then Clint felt her hand move between them, reaching for his cock and guiding him to her. A little scream escaped her when he thrust forward, filling her.

His restraint was about to snap. Sarah’s hands were everywhere, touching him and urging him into a fevered pitch, burning a path over his shoulders and down his back, trailing liquid fire over his hips and buttocks. Suddenly, she seemed to be the one in control, flexing her muscles around him, digging her nails into his buttocks to hold him into her. She leaned forward and attacked his nipples with her little tongue.

The pleasure that gave him shot straight through his body, to the part of him that was joined to her. His dick was swollen and hard as a rock. Moving in slow, deep strokes, the fire she ignited within him needed to be quenched. His hands traveled a sensuous path down her body to her hips, holding her tightly against him as he began to thrust harder and faster. Taking them both on a roller coaster ride of fast dips and sharp turns that took their breath away.

“Clint…”

As their joined bodies moved in exquisite harmony with one another, Clint watched the tears fall from Sarah’s eyes to the pillow beneath her head, damning himself for hurting her.

At the moment of release, he knew he loved her and would come back for her.

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It didn’t surprise Sarah when she woke the next morning to find Clint gone. He’d warned her, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Pulling on a short robe, she walked to the living room and opened the French doors to look at the water, wondering where he was. The sun was just coming up, and there wasn’t a more beautiful sight on earth than seeing it rise over the ocean.

Inhaling deeply, she walked out to the porch, raising her face toward the salty breeze. Her long blonde hair whipped about her neck and shoulders as the water held her captivated with thoughts of Clint, wondering if that had been his boat out there the night before.

She turned to go in to fix her morning coffee when her eyes landed on something on top of the small wicker table—a note held down by a large seashell. Frowning, she reached for it, surprised to see her fingers shaking as she slowly unfolded it.

Our paths will cross again some day soon, angel. That I promise you.

It said so little yet promised so much. What did it mean? Was that his way of telling her he loved her? She was never very good at reading between the lines. She sank into one of the chairs, reading it over and over, trying to interpret what it meant. Almost angrily, she clutched the paper into a ball and brought it to her heart. Damn him!What was she supposed to do, wait the rest of her life for him to decide he loved her? Gazing out at the horizon, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach warned her she’d do exactly that.

She would wait for however long it took, because she loved him too.

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