Page 64 of Whirlwind

“I haven’t heard that in a long, long time.”

“That’s a damn shame. I can’t imagine anything better than you full force going for what you want.” She held my gaze. Was she searching for any strings? There weren’t any. I was being totally honest with her, and I wanted her to trust that. I squeezed her hand. “That night in Meager, the two of us escaped together, didn’t we? We took each other for a ride.”

“We did.” She cleared her throat. “I’m very flattered that you asked me to go with you to Greece, but let’s face it, you don’t need me on a trip like this.”

“What does that mean? We have fun, I like being with you, talking with you—”

“You should go and hook up with some internationally famous model, then another one, and another one, and make a splash on social media, make whatshername jealous as fuck. Plaster hot beach pics with Tag all over your IG.”

My scalp prickled.There she goes again.

“I don’t give a damn about whatshername, or about making some kind of statement. I only give a damn about you.”

She let go of my hand and moved to a window, taking in the glittering cityscape on a long sigh.

I planted a kiss on her bare shoulder, my teeth nipping at the strap of her bra. “I’m guessing nobody knows you’re here with me, not your mom and dad. Only Tara, and Tara only knows that the guy you’re with is me because we happened to see her at the party. Tara, who’s living a secret of her own. So, what difference does it make if we hang out here together in Nashville or somewhere else on the planet?”

Still no answer.

My lips brushed her ear, and she let out a tiny gasp. “I like being with you, Violet.”

Her head dipped toward me. “I like being with you too.” Her voice was above a ragged whisper.

“All you need is a passport.” My fingers cupped her breast.

“Right.” She let out a short laugh. Sarcasm that bit. “All I need…”

“Do you have a passport?”

“Yes, I have a passport. But that’s not—”

“One week. Then you go back to Meager, to your job and responsibilities, and I go back to L.A. to my job and responsibilities.” The need to touch her, press my idea into her flesh, suddenly overwhelmed me. A mission.

She turned and faced me, the heat between our bodies palpable, the humidity of her breath on my skin. “It’s not that simple, Beck. I wish it was.”

“Remember you told me in Meager, you’re trying to be a bad girl.” I brushed a thumb across her lower lip, and her head rocked back slightly. My hand cuffed her neck and I pulled her to me. She let out a gasp, our lips a breath apart. My heart raced in my chest, heat flooded my body—need. An all consuming need.

I took her mouth. Fierce, harsh. Hunger satisfied, hunger demanding more, more, more. A groan rumbled in her chest and into mine. Her arms wrapped around me, and she pressed against me as our tongues lashed, our bodies hummed, drowning out all the goddamn noise.

No shoulds

No should nots

No cant’s

Only this.

Us.

Pressing her against the thick glass of the window, the scent of her flowery perfume filled my senses. My fingers brushed over her silky bra, landing on a button between her breasts.Hallelujah. I snapped at the button, tugged the bra off her, and it fell to the floor. She let out a gasp, and I cupped her full tits and brought them together, sucking on her silky flesh.

“Beck! Damn!” She squirmed against the glass window, her breath ragged, her fingers digging into my hair, my shoulders, her pelvis grinding against me. My cock throbbed at her luscious body squirming in my grip. I lifted her up and put her on the long wooden dining table by the windows, her booted legs dangling.

Planting those fantastic legs on the table, her leather boots on either side of me, I ripped at that tiny panty and sank my face in her pussy. So wet. She writhed on the table, crying out, her heels digging into my back as she raised her hips. Hell yes. I sucked on her clit and she came, throbbing on my lips, throbbing on my tongue.

I raised up. The image of her coming, her body twisting on the table for me had my pulse rocketing. “Look at you, fuck…” I grabbed the condom from my pocket, putting the packet between my teeth as I ditched my jeans. I suited up to the mesmerizing soundtrack of her shallow desperate breaths, the intoxicating vision of her clutching her tits. My jaw hardened as I smoothed the rubber down my hard shaft.

“Give me your cock, Beck. Give it to me now…”

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