Page 31 of Our Bay Will Come

"We could make our own," I say, the "we" hanging between us like a promise neither of us is quite ready to make but can't help imagining.

"I'd like that." She looks up at the star-filled sky. "This could be one. Sunset boat rides."

My heart feels too big for my chest. I turn slightly, bringing my free hand up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Prue..."

Her eyes meet mine in the soft darkness, reflecting starlight like twin pools of midnight. I lean forward slowly, and she tilts her chin up, her lips parting slightly as her eyes flutter closed. When our lips meet, it's gentle at first—tentative, exploring. Then something shifts between us, like a dam breaking. Her hand slides up my chest to curl around my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. I taste wine on her tongue and feelthe softness of her plump lips. The boat rocks beneath us, but I barely notice, lost in the sensation of holding her close.

"Make a wish," I whisper.

She smiles, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "I think I just did."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

PRUE

When we make it back to shore, we're both silent, charged with something electric and inevitable. Fox ties up the boat with practiced movements while I gather our things, the blanket still wrapped around my shoulders, carrying his scent.

The walk back to his house feels dreamlike. Our hands keep brushing, until finally he takes mine, his calloused palm warm against my skin. His thumb traces small circles on the back of my hand, each one sending ripples of anticipation through me. We haven’t made love in weeks and the ache for him has eclipsed my patience.

I step closer, my free hand resting on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and rapid beneath my palm. "I’ve missed you," I say, looking up at him through my lashes.

The door barely closes behind us before his mouth is on mine again, hungrier this time. I drop the blanket, my hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warm skin beneath. He walks me backward until I'm pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of heat against mine.

"I've thought about you, about this, non-stop," he murmurs against my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin.

"Show me," I challenge, tugging at his shirt.

We leave a trail of clothes from the entryway to his bedroom—my sweater by the couch, his shirt on the hallway floor, my bra hanging from the doorknob. By the time he lowers me onto his bed, we're both breathing hard, skin flushed and eyes wild.

Fox hovers above me, his weight supported on his forearms. "Do you know how much I’ve craved you?"

I wrap my legs around his hips in answer, pulling him closer. "Not nearly as much as I’ve craved you."

"That’s impossible," he groans, kissing me deeply as his hands explore every inch of me.

His touch is both reverent and filthy, making me arch and gasp beneath him. When his fingers slide between my legs, I nearly come undone on the spot.

"You're so wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you want, Prue."

"I want you inside me," I pant, shameless in my desire. "I want to feel you everywhere."

When he finally thrusts his stiff cock into me, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation. He fills me perfectly, stretching me in the most delicious way. Our eyes lock, and something passes between us—something more significant than just physical pleasure.

"Move," I whisper, digging my fingernails into his back.

He does, setting a rhythm that starts slow and builds, his hips driving into mine with increasing urgency. The headboard knocks against the wall, but I barely notice, lost in the slick slide of our bodies moving together.

"You always feel so fucking good," he pants against my ear. "So perfect around me."

His words send shivers down my spine. "Don't stop," I beg, feeling my climax building. "Please, Fox, don't stop."

"Never," he promises, shifting his angle to hit exactly where I need him. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."

When I shatter, it's with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows moments later, his face buried in my neck as he groans his release.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, sweaty and sated. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare back as I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find adequate words.

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