He kissed her softly, his fingers entwined in her hair, and she lost herself in his mouth. Never in a million years would she have dreamed Noah could kiss her like this, and the memory of their disastrous first kiss as kids made her smile against his lips.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” she said, not wanting to voice the reminder they were gambling a lifetime of friendship on being able to leave this new and very delicious aspect behind them when they left.
Tomorrow. They were leaving tomorrow.
“Hey.” He tugged on her hair until she dragged her gaze back from the ocean and looked at him. “This is very smooth sand.”
“I’m not taking my clothes off, Noah.” When disappointment furrowed his brow, she laughed.
He yanked his T-shirt off and spread it on the ground. “See? No sand. And you can be on top. I’ll make sure nothing but your legs hits the sand.”
“How about you—” She popped the button of his jeans and his eyes widened. “—drop these jeans a little and put your ass on that shirt. And the only thing that’ll hit the sand is my knees.”
“Carly.” He had to clear his throat. “You’re killing me.”
“I think I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” But he unzipped his fly and started lowering his jeans.
She stepped close and wrapped her hand around the erection that sprang to life when freed of his jeans and boxer briefs. He sucked in a breath and moaned, and she stroked him gently as she ran her tongue up his throat.
“Maybe I could just stand right here,” he said in a slightly strangled voice.
“You’re too tall, and you’re the one who wanted sand.”
With a groan he lowered himself to the ground, managing to get his butt on the fabric of his shirt despite the fact she went with him, never letting go of his dick. She squeezed a little on her next stroke, pausing to brush her thumb over the tip, and he fell back onto the sand.
Kneeling next to him, she pushed her hair out of the way and bent to run her tongue over the length of him. His entire body shuddered and she took a few seconds to revel in the power her touch had over him.
Then she closed her lips around the head and drew him into her mouth. He arched his hips and she took him deeper. She tightened her hand around the base of his cock and then squeezed slightly as her fist followed her mouth up the shaft until her tongue circled the tip.
“This isn’t going to take long,” he said, and then he tried to chuckle but it came out as more of a breathless moan.
Carly stopped, sitting back on her heels. Then she danced her fingernails down his chest and abs. “Do you want me to go really slow? Make it last?”
“Yes.” She ran just one fingertip up the length of his erection and it twitched. “No. No, I don’t. Please, Carly.”
“Since you ask so nicely.” Shoving her hair out of the way again, she bent and took him all the way in, sucking hard.
He grabbed her hair, whether to keep it out of her way or so he could see her mouth on his dick, she didn’t know. And she didn’t care. She wrapped her hand around him again, her fingers following the slick trail her mouth left. His fingers tightened in her hair and when her hand reached the base of his cock again, she paused to curl her fingers under his balls.
His body was practically vibrating and she quickened the pace, simultaneously sucking and squeezing a little harder and a little faster with each stroke. When his fingers fisted in her hair almost to the point of being painful and his hips lifted, she thought about pulling back. Slowing it down. Teasing him.
But with her next downward stroke, he held her head and pushed up into her mouth, his hips jerking as he came. She relaxed her hold, stroking him gently until his body relaxed on the sand and his breath came in short, heavy pants. Swallowing, she swiped her thumb over her lips and then shifted so she could lie down on the arm he lifted for her.
Nestled against him on the sand, she looked at the starry sky and listened to the waves gently crashing on the rocks as his breathing slowed. He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head once, then twice more as if he couldn’t help himself. She smiled, but was surprised tears threatened and she blinked them back as hard as she could.
“This is now my favorite place in all the world,” he said in a hushed voice, as if he was reluctant to break the silence.
“I could stay here forever,” she told him, and the fact it was true made her eyes blur again.
At that moment, she wanted nothing more. They could stay here. Make love. Walk the beach. Make love some more. If they just stayed on the Cape, this never had to end.
And that scared her. If she wanted to keep this going so much she was considering the both of them going AWOL from their very happy lives in order to hide out on the Cape, how could anything ever be the same between them again?
She didn’t want to think about that, so she sat up, rolling away from him to give him some privacy for the awkwardness of getting his pants back up. “Okay, it’s getting cold and my sweatshirt’s back at the party.”
