Page 45 of Rider Forbidden
He moves in and out of me slowly as his breath evens out, then slides out of me and stands up. He fastens himself back into his jeans and looks around the rocks. He finds my dress and passes it to me. We don't speak but we don't take our eyes off each other. It's not an awkward silence, it's an amazing silence - if that’s possible.
I move to get up - he holds his hand out - I grab onto it and he pulls me up. I slide my dress on, it's tricky, it's wet through, my bra goes straight into my bag - no way I’ll get that back on its soaked. I go to pick up my knickers, but Jack swoops down and gets them before me and tucks them in his pocket.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just a memento, of the hottest night of my fucking life.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Of course it is.”
He frowns and steps into my space, stooping so his eyes are at a level with mine. “I'm serious Robyn, don't make fun of me when I'm being serious.”
I nod, it’s important to him for some reason that I believe him. He kisses me quickly on my bruised lips and then we make our way off the beach. It's still raining but has lightened up now, there is no one on the streets and the roads are flooded. We laugh as we run back to the hotel, barefooted holding our shoes, seems like not a care in the world. To anyone watching us, we look like a young couple in love.
“You're coming back to my room, right?”
“As long as I can have a shower, yes.”
“We’ll have one, I’ll soap you down, get you nice and clean so that I can get you dirty again.”
We get in the lift. “You have a very high sex drive, don't you?”
He laughs. “Generally yes, but when you're around multiply it by about a hundred.”
I step into him and kiss him, he slides his arms around me. This is getting too . . . everything. I feel comfort, I feel need, I can't fall for this guy, for a thousand different reasons. I need to tell myself over and over again as we step into the shower together that after tonight that is it. We go back home tomorrow. Things return to normal. I wonder if I can ever go back to normal after spending this time with him.
Chapter 14
Jack
“She stayed the night?” Denny asks, unable to believe his ears.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Jack sighs.
“You invited her to stay the night or she wouldn't leave?”
Huh, if only he knew how much I practically had to beg to get her to stay in the first place. “I invited her to stay, it's no big deal.”
“How many times have you fucked her?”
“Dunno, a few why?”
“Why, Jack? Because you never go back more than once, yet with Robyn - a girl by the way you've been warned off and could risk all our jobs – you keep going back. I'm stunned at the fact that you spent the night with someone.”
What a night it was. That beach . . .fuckthat beach, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced. All of this trip, going down on her that second night, fucking her on the third, but last night - last night blew those out of the water. When we got back to the room we showered, I cleaned her then I went down on her and made her come. The taste of her . . . Christ. I would never tire of it, and I’m the only guy that’s ever done that to her, ever. I'm the only guy that’s ever made her come, ever. Makes me feel omnipotent. She makes me feel like I can conquer the world. I feel like I'm the man for her. Wait . . . what?
“My heads fucked Denny.”
“You like her.”
I look at him but don't say anything. He knows me too well to know I’ve never acted like this about a girl before. But that right there alone sends me freaking way the hell out.
I laugh and shake my head. “Fuck.”
“Come on, let’s go find the others, we need to get on the plane.”
We get seated, I'm next to Denny, Robyn is next to Sophie a few rows behind us. Harry managed to get her on our flight. I'm so tired - I’ve had zero sleep since we got to Spain - not that I'm complaining. We did fall asleep last night for a few hours but that is it. I’ve never slept with a woman, ever. I know how screwed up that is, but even hammered when I’ve pulled, I’ve never fallen asleep. I lied awake after she’d fallen asleep, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her, her curled into me and her gorgeous hair draped over my arm. I wanted to lie like that forever. It's scaring the shit out of me that I'm thinking like this about her.
This morning though - we made love - and that was something I’veneverdone before. While I glided in and out of her we were looking into each other's eyes, my hands were joined with hers above her head, it was . . . intense . . . different. But I want to do it again and again. Christ, I might be giving her a lot of firsts but she’s certainly giving me a few big ones.
