Page 85 of Slash & Burn

Her fingers curled into the collar of my shirt and she tugged me closer. “Maybe I wanted to wait,” she said, her eyebrows raising before they bent with need. “Maybe I like how you make me feel.”

“Fuck, baby,” I said, my face dropping into the crook of her neck. Jill was sexy every day, but right then I thought I was going to shoot my load before I even got inside her.

I ripped my wallet from my back pocket, pinching the condom in my fingers when she stopped me. “I’m on the pill,” she breathed, her eyes on mine.

Frozen above her, I panted out a few breaths, doing the math in my head. I’d gone bare maybe three times in my life, and all of them were fucking mistakes. But this? This would be different.

“Are you sure?” I told her, hinging at the hip so I could look into her eyes.

She cupped my cheeks, bringing me down for a kiss as gentle as it was searing, our tongues tangling as the pressure built in my balls.

“Take me,” she whispered, her expression so open and sweet, I shuddered through my next breath.

My hands moved to the soft skin of her sides, wrapping around her and stroking as I kissed a line between her breasts, over her belly button and down to the thin fabric of her thong. With her eyes on me, I carefully stripped it from her like every inch of her was precious—because it was.

When she was laid bare in front of me I stood tall, my eyes only on her as I tugged my cock from my shorts. I watched her chest rise and fall, her stomach quiver as I pressed the head between her folds, wetting myself with her pussy and teasing her clit. The heat, the slick fucking heat of it, had my eyes rolling back in my head. But I forced them open, locking on Jill’s gaze as I slid inside her tight, wet cunt in one swift stroke.

“Grady,” she gasped, her head pitched back, her hands fisting at the sand covered stone.

Hearing my name scrape out like that undid me. I pumped into her, building my pace as I rubbed her clit, the heat from her cheeks traveling down her neck and across her chest, like a fiery path of pleasure exploding across her skin.

I was so close, the orgasm building so fast at the sight of her. When I fell forward catching myself with one hand while I stroked her with the other, I was close enough to hear her moans. Little murmurs bursting out of her on repeat.

Yes.

There.

Please

Grady.

Please.

Her needy little cries surged through me and I lost it.

“Come for me, Jill,” I growled, thrusting into her, our bodies slamming together as she inched up the rock. “Come on this fucking cock, baby.”

Pitching forward she wrapped her fingers around my arm, digging in until the pinch of pain rocketed up my spine. Her pussy clamped down on me, as she cried into my shoulder, her voice muffled by my skin and the wind and the ocean crashing around us.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, her name sputtering out of me, as I came hard and long, the waves pulsing one after another as her greedy cunt fisted my cock.

I’d never come so hard in my life—stars dotted my vision and the world was soundless as I panted over her. Her wide eyes held mine with solace and sweetness, grounding me to her and this moment.

“Grady,” she whispered, curling up into me. I wrapped my arms around her and spun so she was sitting on my lap and held her there as the waves crashed just off shore, as the stars and moon moved through the black night sky. I’d have held her forever if I could, because I loved her.

I was completely in love with her.

CHAPTER 33

GRADY

We missed our ferry. And the one after. My mom wasn’t at all upset by the chance to put us up for the night, though she made sure to give me a long, pointed look when I told her we’d only need one room.

I wasn’t any more ready to clarify things for her than I was sure of them myself. This summer thing with Jill wasn’t supposed to go like this. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything more. And from where I stood there was a chance that—for Jill—it hadn’t. She was just as warm, just as sweet and kind. But every time I tried to get a read on whether or not she was as wrecked for me as I was for her, I came away unsure.

As we got dressed the next morning to head back to the mainland I was ready to get her alone and ask. I’d never been in that position before and I didn’t like it.Was she with me in this or not?

My phone lit up on the bed, the muffled vibrations tweaking my nerves as I snatched it up.

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