Page 142 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
I don’t stop. I just plow right through, and she does nothing to stop me. The second time she clenches around me, raking her nails down my back and screaming my name, I let her push meover the edge. I follow her down, spilling inside her with a groan that probably wakes the neighbors.
We stand there for a moment, breathing hard, the water still cascading around us. Then Wren starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Which part?”
“All of it. Any of it. This whole weekend.”
I set her down carefully, my hands steadying her as she finds her footing. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” Wren gives me a suspicious look. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you.” I kiss her neck, her collarbone, suck on that one spot between her neck and her shoulder that makes her shudder.
Her eyes open just a slit. “We should probably get out before we prune.”
“Probably.”
But first I kiss her again, slow and deep, tasting the water on her lips. When we finally step out of the shower, we’re both breathless and laughing, wrapped in towels that are way too soft and expensive.
I scoop her up again, carrying her to the bedroom, and toss her onto the massive bed with a growl. “You drive me crazy.”
She grabs my towel and pulls me down with her. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”
“The best kind of crazy.”
We should be exhausted. We should be done. But I can’t get enough of her. The way she tastes, the way she feels, the way she looks at me like I’m the only person in the world.
This time we take it slow. Face-to-face, hands everywhere, nothing held back. I tell her she’s beautiful. Tell her I’ve never felt like this before. She doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t pull away. Justlets me worship her body with mine until we’re both shaking and spent.
Afterward, we lie tangled in the sheets, her leg thrown over my hip, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. I kiss her forehead, her eyelids, the spot just below her ear that makes her shiver.
“I don’t want to go back,” she murmurs against my chest.
“Then don’t.”
“Ryan…”
“I’m serious. We could just stay here. Forget about the show, forget about everything else.”
“And do what? Live in this villa forever?”
“Why not? The view’s nice. The shower’s incredible. The company’s not bad.”
She pinches my side. “Be realistic.”
“I am being realistic. This is the most real thing I’ve felt in years.”
She’s quiet for a long moment, her fingers still moving across my skin. “What happens when we go back?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not very reassuring.”
“I don’t have all the answers, Wren. I just know that I don’t want this to end.”
