Page 14 of While We Waited

In response, I stand and rip my shirt off before pushing my jeans down my legs and kicking them off. “Not finished.”

I climb onto the bed and settle between Nova’s thighs. I notch my cock at her entrance and—

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“No condom.”

I inch away from her but she circles my waist with her legs to stop me. “I have an IUD.”

If anyone other than Nova said those words, I’d call bullshit and walk away. But this is Nova. My sunshine would never lie to me.

“I’m safe.”

She smiles at me and my heart skips a beat. I wish I was worthy of her smile. “I trust you. And I’m safe, too. It’s been a long time since I’ve…” She motions between us. “You know.”

“Fucked a man.”

She blushes. She’s naked and come twice for me already but the use of the word fuck has her blushing. It’s adorable.

I hitch my cock at her entrance again. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I sink into her warmth and her walls cling to me. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming before I’m fully seated.

I won’t come before she does. I’ll rock her world and give her a night to remember.

And then I’ll walk away.

Because Nova is not the woman meant for me. I’m undeserving of her sunshine.

Chapter 6

Sammy – a seal that is not a traffic stop but is a great listener

Nova

Iawake surrounded by the scent of sandalwood. Did I dig one of Dad’s old flannel shirts out of a box and wrap it around me again?

An arm tightens around my waist and memories of last night crash into me. Dad’s old shirt is not the scent I’m smelling.

I can’t believe I had sex with Hudson. A man who hates me. A man who thinks I’m not good enough for him. A man who gave me more orgasms than any other man has ever before.

Ugh. This is a disaster.

I can’t wake up with Hudson and see the disgust on his face. I can handle a lot of things but the man I’ve crushed on since tenth grade looking at me with disgust, is not one of them.

I lift the arm from around my waist and scooch out of bed. Hudson rolls over to his other side. The sheet is wrappedaround his waist allowing me a view of his back. My fingers itch to touch his skin. To feel those muscles ripple.

I fist my hands. No gawking at the man who hates me.

I throw on my sundress but my panties are nowhere to be found. Oh well. It wouldn’t truly be a walk of shame with panties on anyway.

Walk of shame? I gulp. I have to walk throughHideaway Haven Resort,the fancy pants resort that’s too good to carryFive Fathomsbeer, in yesterday’s dress with no panties on.

I tiptoe to the living room and gather my things before slipping into my flip-flops. I try the front door but it’s locked.

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