“I’m more than ready for you, Devon,” she purred. “I must have died and gone to heaven. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
His hips surged forward, driving into the hilt with one forceful lunge. In one hand, he held Elle's hands above her head. The other hand reached behind her knee and pulled her thigh toward her chest, changing his angle and deepening his penetration. Her screams of pleasure echoed off the walls, and his name rang in the air. It was a sound he wasn't likely ever to forget.
Over their three weeks together, every spare minute she had away from modeling was spent with him. They took long strolls on the beach, they talked, they shared, they laughed, they played, and they inevitably grew closer. Their three weeks together felt like both the longest and shortest period of her life.
Her last night in Miami, he’d suggested they meet for dinner at the restaurant in her hotel’s lobby, knowing she had an early-morning flight out the following day. She dreaded the moment when their dinner was over, and he stood to leave the restaurant. Something stopped him, though, and their eyes locked in a heated but silent debate.
He stayed with her the rest of the night, making love to her twice more while he demonstrated a few of his other masterful bedroom skills before she had to leave for California. He insisted on driving her to the airport early that next morning for her flight, though the other models planned to ride together. Part of her wanted to deny his request, knowing it would be hard enough to say goodbye. But, a bigger part of her heart needed to know how he’d react to her departure.
Would it affect him in the way she knew it would her?
He parked in the unloading zone and left the car running. Without saying a word, she reached for the door handle, but he grabbed her other hand in his and stilled her movements. “Elle, don’t leave here thinking this was just a long one-night stand. It’s not, by a long shot.”
“Then, what is it?”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Come to LA with me.” She blurted out the words before she realized what she was asking, what she hoped, what she begged of him.
“Stay in Miami with me.” His eyes were sincere, his voice held no humor.
She tried hard to fight back the tears before she replied, “I can’t.”
He nodded, and disappointment flashed in his eyes. “I understand.”
With heavy hearts, they exited the car. He grabbed her bags from the trunk and checked them with the curbside valet. A tender kiss was their only goodbye before she watched him drive away from inside the terminal.
