Page 68 of Juicy Pickle

He groans behind me, and we’re warm and wet together. I’ve barely descended to the earth and already, I’m desperate to do it again.

I’ve never felt so insatiable, so overcome. When he’s still, I roll over and push him onto his back. I swing a leg over him, my hair falling down my back as I straddle his body.

“Why do I want to do nothing but this over and over again?” I ask.

He brushes my hair back from my eyes. “Because we waited too long.”

I know he needs a minute. I remember how guys work. But I need him again.

I glide my body over him, slippery and full of need.

“Fuck, Bailey,” he says as he gets hard again. “The things you do to me.”

He reaches for my waist, but I pin his hands down. “I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

He allows it, and I stay astride, moving until he’s inside me again.

This time I take it at my own pace, up, down, side to side. I bear down, taking in every inch until our bodies grind together.

I can’t seem to get close enough. I look at every part of him now that it’s light. The bulges of his shoulders and biceps lead to the strong hands pinned near his ears.

The light plays across his jaw, his neck, and his honed chest. His nipples are small and brown, perfectly centered on each muscle. His belly falls flat and smooth to where I work him, his abs shifting as I move.

I work him hard, sweat popping along my hairline. The urgency becomes a desperate plead from my body. I reach for the relief of it, my eyes squeezed closed in concentration.

My mind conjures flowers blooming, petals opening as I work to the brink of collapse. I never want this to end, but I want it more and more. I gasp, on the verge of breaking down. Why am I so lost? Why do I need this so much?

At last, the strain of it moves into a high, teeming buzz that I feel everywhere simultaneously. My body tightens and I can’t even breathe. It’s so intense, so hard, so overwhelming. It’s like time has stopped.

I hold still, teetering on this brink, high on exhaustion. I open my eyes, seared by the brightness of the morning. Rhett waits, his gaze on me, the skin of his neck and chest red, like when he was so upset yesterday.

It’s all the same. That passion. That emotion. Such a fine line between hate and lust.

I take in a gulp of air, a sweet deep breath, and like a cartoon character who has been hovering in the sky after running off a cliff, I start to fall.

Every muscle gives way at once. I scream, the cry so long and so loud that it drowns out the ocean. My skin prickles with pleasure, the breeze, and Rhett’s eyes on me.

I don’t know where he stands, if he came again or not. I can’t think about it. I fall onto him in slow motion, my skin melting into his. My head tucks into that comforting space between his neck and shoulder.

Darkness claws at me. It’s too much. My life. The storm. This man. What I want. What I just got.

He draws his arms around me and somehow, despite the new day, the rising heat, and the sand everywhere, I fall asleep again.

26

RHETT

Ihad no idea Bailey could be like this. If I thought our time by the fire was intense, it was nothing compared to this morning.

My arms hold her in place on my chest, her head on my shoulder. She’s sound asleep. I let her stay there, my eye on the fire. As long as the embers are alive, I can stir it back to life.

The sky is bright overhead, and a breeze keeps us cool. I think through our objectives for the day. Food. Water. Stay out of the sun. Wait.

We could clear more of the debris, but after Bailey’s cut on the chair, I don’t want to risk injury by moving broken things around.

The gauze and tape from yesterday came off during our swim. I’ll reapply it today.

No, we can’t let anything like that cut happen again before we’re rescued. Safety is the number one objective.

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