“That’s never happened before,” I murmur, my mind still caught in that post-euphoric blur.
“I wanted to give it to you.” His fingers brush over my cheek. “I read it was possible because of how the brain is wired. Stimulating your nipples—especially with how sensitive yours are—can trigger the exact same neurological and physical responses as?—”
“DK, are you really giving me a physiology lesson right now?”
“Guess not.” He grins. It’s so fucking adorable. I can picture him on his tablet doing deep-dive research on how to give me a nipple orgasm.
I kiss him as he stretches his long body on top of me. He threads his fingers with mine, bracing our arms above my head, fusing our gazes together.
“Watch me while I come inside you.”
I let out the threadiest moan when the thick crown of his dick, poised at my slick entrance, pushes into me.
“You’re so soft and warm.” His breath gusts hard against my cheek as my core clenches around the heavy surge of his shaft.
I wrap my legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper, feeling his glutes flex and release against my calves. With our hands tightly linked, he kisses my lips, my neck, my shoulder, all while gliding in and out with a languid bliss. Making love to me—heart and body.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my hands, driving the message home repeatedly. “Can you feel how much I love you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. At this pace, all I can do is feel.
I think I was so caught up in fulfilling the rawer side of my desires—the parts of me I had to suppress until I found a safe place in DK—that I hadn’t realized how much I need this, too. The softness. The tenderness. But DK knew.
“I love you,” I whisper back, watching the pleasure on his face as we move together as one.
The next orgasm spools inside of me. And when I come with a hushed cry, he quickens his pace, and spills hotly into me—my name a raspy groan on his lips.
Chapter Forty-Three
DK
We leisurely make our way out of bed and stretch our legs with a walk on the private beach. Luna wears dark shades that partially obscure her face, drawing my eyes to her plump mouth, still sexily swollen from my kisses. We stroll along the warm sand, hand in hand, sharing conversation as comfortably as we share silence.
Our time together is real to us, but it exists inside a bubble. We’ve let the people who matter in while shutting the rest of the world out. It feels like heaven and hell. This right here—absolute heaven. Going back to our separate lives—complete hell.
And this Hollis threat…
Fuck. How do I protect her from it?
Luna doesn’t want to pursue getting proof. She’s done giving Hollis any more energy, and I get that. But Bayside Truth Watch is escalating. She doesn’t read the comments, preferring to stay on the periphery and keep her focus on campaigning.
But I do. I watch them like a hawk.
“Where did you go?” she asks, pulling me back to the moment, her forehead furrowed.
I don’t want that. I want this to be a completely stress-free zone for the next twenty-four hours.
“I’m here with you,” I say, and distract her with a kiss.
I shove thoughts of Hollis to the back of my mind as we go for a swim, and wrap our wet bodies around each other. When Luna emerges from the water in her white bikini, looking like a goddess—the drops beading on her skin like pearls—I take her right there in the sand.
Afterward, loose and satisfied, we shower and make dinner. I’d bought a pizza kit to try out the stone oven out back. We eat on the patio, surrounded by trees and the sounds of crickets. It’s this domestic ease—sharing the simple things—that I’m going to miss most when we go back to Bayside. But I force myself not to dwell on it.
She slaps at a mosquito.
“They know what’s up,” I tease. “Coming after that sweet berry juice.”
Laughing, we make our way back into the house. Now, Luna’s sitting against the arm of the couch, her knees slightly bent with her feet in my lap.
