Because I’m a fucking coward, that’s why.
The words sit right there. Right on the edge of my tongue. My chest tightens as the real confession threatens to break free.
“Meadow, I—”
The three words I know I need to tell her stall in my throat.
Fuck.
I can’t do this right now.
Not like this.
Not while the clock is ticking and we’re both already emotional, sunburnt, and still riding a chemical high from all the orgasms we’ve given each other.
When I tell Meadow that I love her, I want it to be a moment she never questions.
My brows pinch together as I shake my head, silently telling her that I’m struggling too.
She nods, letting me know she understands as she slides her hands up my back before threading them into my hair.
I dip my head and press my lips to hers in a slow, intentional kiss. Everything I can’t say is poured into the way my mouth moves against hers.
Meadow sinks into me as I part her lips with my tongue, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me impossibly closer. She tastes like lime, salt, and desperation, kissing me so hard I feel it deep in my bones.
I lean into her, my hardening cock driving into her belly as I kiss her back with everything I’ve never said, every promise I’m too fucked up to say out loud.
Her fingers dig into my back as I curl my arms beneath her thighs and hoist her up, pressing her back to the tiled wall.
I kiss her cheek.
I kiss her jaw.
I kiss her neck and chest.
I kiss every part of her that my mouth can reach as she parts her lips, letting out tiny whimpers and moans that test my self-control.
“Tell me what you want,” I plead, my voice low and cracked as I pepper kisses along her collarbone. “Tell me, Meadow.”
She arches her neck, pressing her head back against the tile.
“You already know,” she pants.
She’s right, I know exactly what she wants.
And for once, I need her to believe in something bigger than her fear. I’m going to be the one to make her see that.
She melts against me as my mouth finds hers again, our lips parting and teeth clacking in an all-consuming kiss. Her thighs clamp around my hips, the friction of her pussy dragging along my cock pulls a deep groan from my chest that echoes off the glass.
This is not a vacation hookup. I know the difference.
I’ve been the guy who wanted intimacy without emotional strings attached.
But this is nothing like that.
This is Meadow letting her guard down… and me making sure she knows exactly what she means to me.
I wrap my fingers around my erection and guide myself to her slick entrance, nearly losing it when she digs her nails into my back and bites on her lower lip.
