Page 60 of One Week in Paradise
‘God, Bailey. You feel sofucking good.’
And then I’m crashing into him, crying out his name as the force of my orgasm brings me to the brink of tears.
He runs his hands up and down my bare back and whispers in my ear. ‘Let me fuck you, Bailey.’
I nod into his chest and swallow my squeak of surprise when he suddenly flips us over, so I’m lying on my back, looking up at him. I barely have the chance to shoot him a quizzical look before he kisses me, hard and deep, and slides back inside me. Just as hard. Just as deep.
I cross my legs at the ankles against his back, pulling him as close as we can possibly get.
‘Shit,’ he half collapses against me, one hand holding him up to stop his weight from squashing mine entirely. ‘Bailey, this is – You feel – I can’t—’ He leans down and drags his teeth along the length of my throat, biting down once he reaches my collarbone. ‘Can I – inside?’
‘Yes,’ I pant. ‘I’m on the pill. You can come inside. Please. Please, baby.’
He groans into my neck and lets himself come undone. With one final moan of my name, he shudders and bucks into me one last time before he stills and collapses on top of me.
The only sound in our room is our panted breaths, mixing together to make one. He rolls off me, chest heaving as he rides out the final wave of his orgasm.
‘That was—’
‘Yeah,’ I say.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks, and I’m sure I hear a hint of nervousness in his tone.
I roll over onto my side and curl up against his chest. He immediately wraps his arm around me and pulls me close so my head is resting just above his heartbeat. The rhythmic thudding is comforting.
‘I’m more than okay,’ I tell him.
He tips my chin up with a finger and presses a soft kiss against my lips. ‘I love you, Bailey. And I’m not saying that to pressure you into saying it back. I’m saying it because it’s true, and I’ve wanted to say it for so long, and now that I can, I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.’
I smile against his lips. ‘You’ll wait for me to get there?’
Because I know I’m going to. It’s only a matter of time.
‘I’ll wait for as long as you need.’
For some reason, I don’t think he’ll be waiting for long.
After we clean up, shower, and crawl back into bed together, something suddenly hits me.
‘Oh God,’ I say. ‘Dane is going to lose his mind.’
Cash snorts. ‘He probably won’t be as surprised as you might think.’
I frown up at him. ‘Have you – You haven’ttoldhim yet, have you?’ I’m suddenly paralysed with fear that Cash has been secretly informing Dane about everything that’s gone on between us during the trip. Dane and I are relativelyclose for siblings, but we’re notthatclose. The last thing I want my brother to know is the intricacies of my sex life with his best friend.
‘I haven’t told him anything,’ he says, running a reassuring hand down my arm. ‘But…’ He trails off, and when I look up at him, the tips of his ears are pink.
‘What?’ I ask.
‘He knows that I have feelings for you,’ Cash says quickly, the pink on his ears rapidly spreading to his cheeks. ‘He’s known for a while now.’
I remember the way Dane roared with laughter when I told him how I thought Cash didn’t like me. This whole trip, in fact, had been Dane’s idea.
Realisation slowly dawns on me.
‘Did – DidDaneset us up?’
Cash runs a nervous hand through his hair. ‘Kind of. He, uh, he said he was tired of watching me pine over you. I don’t think he thought thatthiswould happen, though. Maybe that we’d just get to know each other a little more.’
