Page 291 of Rock Me All Night
"Come on." Drew slides his arms around my waist. He pulls me under a wave with him.
Fuck. It's freezing.
I surface with a gasp. Drew's wet hair sticks to his skin. His lips curl into a smile, his cheeks crinkling, his eyes lighting up.
Once again, the words form in my throat. I want to say it so badly. I want to hear it back.
But I can't.
The two weeks are up. The ball is in his court.
This might be over.
I might have to walk.
I try to push the thought out of my mind, but it won't go. Even when his arms slide around my waist. Even when his laugh rings in my ear. Even when his lips sink into mine.
This might be the last day we get together. I want to enjoy every moment I have with him, whatever this is.
After another ten minutes of swimming, I'm freezing. Not just my body but my heart.
I whisper in Drew's ear. "Let's go inside."
"Thought you'd never ask."
* * *
It's amazinghow easy it is to forget all about your scar-induced anxiety when your stomach is in knots and your throat is ragged.
The beach is empty as we run back to the house. Drew leads me into three different rooms before he finds the master bathroom. It's huge—marble tile, wide glass shower, windows letting in the late afternoon light.
He slides his hands around my ass and presses me against the wall, sucking on my lower lip. He pushes my bikini bottoms to my knees. They fall to my feet with a wet thud.
His hands go right between my legs. No waiting, no teasing, he slides his fingers over my clit. It's too wet for proper friction. I grab a towel from the rack and wipe my skin and his hands.
"How long has it been?" he reaches around to unhook my bikini top.
"About five days?"
"Worst five days of my life." He pulls the bikini top off my shoulders. His eyes go wide. "How the fuck am I going to be away from you all May?"
"And most of April and June."
"Don't remind me."
He presses his fingers to my clit. There's enough friction now to send heat through my body. I press my lids together. I want to feel this moment, not a vague sense of dread over how wrong this might go.
"Come on." He presses his hand into my lower back.
I open my eyes and follow him into the shower. He slides off his swimsuit and kicks it aside. He's already hard.
My breath hitches.
He turns the water on, holding his hand under the showerhead to test the temperature. He slides his arm around it and pulls it away from the wall.
It's detachable.
His eyes meet mine. He smiles mischievously. "I always wanted to try this." He slides his arm around my waist and pulls my body into his.
