Page 96 of Sunsets & Slow Dances

A sad grin tilted on her mouth. “You know what I mean.”

She was right. I did.

The information she was telling me should have been a shock to me, but actually, it made a hell of a lot more sense to me than her hooking up with Jerry Clemons. It had never sat right with me that she’d done that. Part of the difficulty in coming to terms with it was that I just couldn’t believe she’d done it.

She licked her lips. “I’m sorry that I lied to you.”

“Technically, you didn’t lie.”

“I’m sorry that I let you believe a lie.”

“I know you did it because you thought it was the right thing to do.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Well, I can think of one way you could make it up to me.”

Her full lips curled in a smile as moonlight shimmered in her eyes. She made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, pushing both my jeans and boxers down my legs. I braced one hand on the wall behind her as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, causing me to hiss through a clenched jaw. Her touch intensified the carnal ache that had been throbbing in my balls since we were up in the Ferris wheel. As I watched her delicate hand move up and down my hard column of flesh, the knowledge that my instinct was right—Nadia never hooked up with Clemons; she’d been faithful to me me—hit me like a Mack truck.

I was overwhelmed with a surge of emotions so strong it consumed me. All the love I’d tried to suppress flooded through my system. Mixed with that love was anger and sadness for the years we’d spent apart, the time we’d never get back. The loudest emotion was fear, fear that I would lose her again, that I would lose another ten years. That fear made me want to claim her. To make her mine.

Driven by a primal, primitive need to possess her, I picked her up and set her on the air vent. She gasped as she held onto my shoulders. With much less finesse or care than I typically showed, I roughly yanked her hips to the edge of the vent. Her cheeks flushed, and I could see that she liked what I was doing. Instead of taking the time to remove her underwear, I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to the side, revealing the soft, dewy flesh of her feminine folds.

“So pretty,” I whispered as I ran my knuckle up and down her seam, making sure she was wet and ready for me. “Such a pretty pussy.”

I lifted my gaze and saw she was biting her lower lip as her eyes were cast down, watching as my knuckles grazed her delicate mound. Her breathing was labored as I held her panties in place to one side and took myself in the other hand.

My forehead rested against hers as I pressed my thick tip against her opening. I pushed my hips forward and watched my cock disappear as her body accepted me. The resistance of her tight canal caused my balls to tingle. Slowly, one inch at a time, I sank into her; the warmth of her contracting muscles enveloped me completely. Once I filled her to the brim, I pulled out and then I pressed again, this time with just a little more force.

“Yes.” Her eyes closed as she leaned back against the wall, and her hands gripped the sides of the vent.

The space was so small, I lifted her legs and caught her knees in the crease of my elbows, then drove in and out of her in deep, demanding strokes. Each thrust held just a little more power, building in intensity. A tremor ran through her inner thighs as the walls surrounding my shaft began to pulse, electrifying every nerve ending. I could feel that we were both getting close.

“Open your eyes,” I growled softly.

She did as I asked, and as soon as her lids fluttered open and our eyes met, the tiny shred of barely controlled restraint I was holding onto snapped. My release tore through me with no warning. A monsoon of pleasure flooded me as I rode out my climax, continuing to increase the speed and force of my thrusts. Seconds after I hit my peak, a shuddering orgasm claimed Nadia. Her entire body trembled as a rush of liquid heat covered my shaft, and her body milked out every last drop of my orgasm until there was nothing left.

As we both caught our breath and recovered, all of my senses were triggered with nostalgia and sensory memories that were a powerful aphrodisiac and heightened the experience.

The black-and-white cabana cushions stacked around us, the sound of the waves crashing, the moonlight shining down from the skylight, the smell of the salty sea air, and the combo taste of cotton candy and pretzel that we’d shared earlier—a tradition we’d kept even though Nadia wanted to win at all costs—all of it made it feel like it could have been fifteen years ago.

“That was…” Nadia was resting against the wall, her arms flopped at her sides.

“I agree.” I smiled as I gingerly pulled out of her.

I was getting dressed when a loud knock sounded on the door.

Nadia squealed and jumped. I reached out and put my hand on the door, even though I locked it when we came in.

“Hey! Whoever’s in there needs to come out!”

Nadia was off the vent and had her underwear straightened out before I was able to get my pants up and buckled. It took me about thirty seconds longer.

“This is Deputy Clarke! If you’re not out in?—”

As soon as I was buckled up, I opened the door.

Deputy Clarke, whom I’d met the first day I was in town when I tried to file a missing person’s report for Chloe, looked surprised to see us.

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