“You feel so fucking perfect.”
He captures my lips with his, and an involuntary tear slides out of the corner of my eye. Concern etches across his face, his brow furrowing the moment he sees it, but I shake my head.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, and he listens. The strokes are slow and deep as he rocks into me, his lips and tongue caressing mine in the same rhythm. I close my eyes again and soak up the feel of him, wrapping my arms around his back, and pulling him to me. It isn’t enough. I want to be closer, to be crushed and overwhelmed by him. After fighting it for so long, I want to give in, to be consumed by Weston and memorize every inch of him.
My fingers dig into the taut muscles in his back and shoulders, my nails scraping across his skin as I pull him closer, our bodies communicating silently against each other. His thick arm wraps underneath me, clutching my body to his tightly inanswer to my wordless plea. The sensation between my thighs quickly changes and the pain disappears, just before heat and pressure heighten. He reaches down with his other arm and hooks it under my knee, wrapping it around his waist, his hips shifting to change the angle. With the next thrust, I break away from his kiss, crying out as the unbelievable pressure intensifies.
Fire licks over my skin, the heat burning from the inside out. My limbs are tight around him as he crushes my body to his. The feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of me pushes me impossibly higher, until I feel like I can’t take any more. His lips press into the base of my neck, where my pulse pounds beneath the skin, and he grunts softly with each long thrust, growing deeper and harder as I gasp for breath. Then my body shatters, the muscles in my core clenching around him, eliciting a gruff moan in my ear. Heat fills me as his hips pulse a few more times before stilling.
My limbs are liquid and my eyes flutter shut, as he gently covers my face with kisses until he finds my lips again, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. The gentle caress of fingertips across my forehead brings out a soft sigh, and he brushes my hair back, his fingers twining in the curls.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.
I make a low humming sound, keeping my eyes closed and soaking up every remaining sensation I can. He chuckles softly, and the scruff on his chin nuzzles against my jaw.
“Why haven’t we been doing that forever?” I mutter, reveling in the hard planes of his body pressing in to mine.
He laughs, and my eyes fly open to catch his rare smile again. He closes the space between our faces, his movement shifting him still inside me, and I suck in a breath as he mumbles against my lips. “Because I’m an asshole, remember?”
“You can keep being an asshole as long as we get to do that again.”
“Whatever you say, my queen.” He peppers kisses along my jaw until his lips brush my ear, the grumble of his voice making my muscles clench around him again. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, nothing could keep me from being buried inside you again.”
Pressure mounts as I feel his cock swell inside me again the moment I catch his lips with mine and breathe into another deep kiss.
He breaks away, propping himself up on his forearms. “You can’t kiss me like that or we’ll never sleep.”
A yawn breaks free at the mention of sleep, and I slap a hand over my face. He chuckles and wraps a hand around my hip as he slowly slides out of me, and I wince at the twinge of pain once he’s gone. His feet hit the floor as he gets out of bed, and my stomach sinks.
“Don’t leave,” I murmur, my cheeks heating from embarrassment at how the plea sounds.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, leaning over the edge and brushing his lips over mine. Before I know it, Weston scoops me up in his arms and walks me over to the tub again. I nestle my head into the crook of his shoulder and lean into his chest. Exhaustion comes over me in a wave, and I barely move when he turns the water on again, letting the tub fill before setting me inside.
“Slide forward,” he says, and I follow his order, giving him enough room to lower himself behind me. Once he’s seated, he reaches out and pulls my back to his front, laying my head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around me.
I don’t know how long we sit like that, folded together in the warm water. My mind goes in and out of sleep, the heat of thetub relaxing me until I feel the firm press of his lips against my hair.
“How did you find me?” I ask, my question barely a murmur as I try to fight the fatigue. Strong hands move beneath the water, kneading the muscles of my thighs and hips, and I sink deeper into the water, pushing against him and waiting for him to answer.
“I wouldn’t let Sig go alone. She told me what your plan was and where you were supposed to meet, so we went together. When you didn’t show up—” He pauses and I feel the tension stiffen his body behind me. Did Weston think I wasn’t going to come back? Was he really worried I would leave them, even after everything I discovered about Dane? He lets out a sigh. “I knew something was wrong. I begged the island to bring me to you.”
“And it did?”
I can feel the bob of his throat from where I’m nestled under his chin. “It did.”
I lace my fingers through his where his hands stopped on the tops of my thighs and squeeze gently. He moves us then, wrapping our arms around my middle and pulling me in tighter.
“I told you I’d always rescue you,” he murmurs in my ear. “I wasn’t lying.”
My chest swells as I remember the relief of hearing his voice in that safe house, knowing he had come for me. The island let him. Dawnlin brought him to me, and if there was any doubt before that this wasn’t where I was supposed to be, it was answered.
I tilt my head back and weave my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, lowering his face to mine for one kiss, thanking him with the press of my lips for not doubting me.
“But now I’m begging you,” he says. “Please don’t fucking do that again.”
Repeating his words back to him, I smile softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Weston grabs the sponge and soap from beside the tub and starts lathering it up in front of me.
