Page 80 of Yours to Keep

I sank my fingers into that sandy hair, holding him to me and welcoming his passionate kisses after a day spent having to keep it fit for public consumption. Little bolts of electricity shot through me, a dull ache building between my legs.

Sullivan pushed his hips forward, pressing himself harder against me. I moaned, following it up with a whimper when he brought his hands to the sides of my breasts and started kneading them. He finally broke our feverish kisses and dropped his head to my nipple, sucking one into his mouth.

The heat of his tongue and his skin seeped into me, my hands running up and down the ropes of muscle in his back. When he brought his lips back to mine, he kissed me like I meant something to him, slower now, and desire crashed over me like a wave.

Physically, I was still aching for him, but this need was also deeper, flaring out from someplace tucked within the depths of my very being. I broke our kisses to look up at him, his lips swollen and his eyelids at half-mast, the intensity of his gaze almost enough to make me shatter just looking at him.

“Sullivan.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

A crooked smile ghosted across his lips before he kissed me again, a little harder and faster than before. “I want you too, Bree. Always.”

“No, I don’t mean like that.” I held his gaze, feeling my cheeks flush. “Well, like that too. Obviously, but do you think we can see each other more often when we get home?”

His eyebrows swept up in surprise. He jerked his chin in a nod and kissed me again before reaching for a condom on the nightstand. He rolled it on with precise, quick movements, coming back to position his hard cock at my opening.

“Whatever you want, Bree.” He held my gaze, groaning out loud when he rolled his hips and pushed himself into me.

Heat rocketed through my body, moans spilling from my lips when he took one of my legs and hooked it up, bending my knee and holding it there. My back arched, my breath getting stuck in my lungs as pleasure skated through me.

“Yes, Sullivan,” I sighed. “Oh, god. Yes.”

He reached for my breast with his free hand, pinching and squeezing my nipple as he moved inside me with slow, controlled thrusts. I felt him everywhere, even just his eyes on me like another caress as he dragged against every sensitive part of me inside and out.

Finally when my eyes screwed shut and I started writhing against him, he groaned and tightened his hold on my knee, picking up his pace until my hips bucked furiously to keep up. Every stroke hit exactly where I needed it, the rhythm so perfect that it didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm speeding up on me.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” The rasped words pushed me closer to the edge and I rocked faster against him, angling my hips until he was so deep that I no longer knew where I ended and he began.

His muscles locked and he released my breast to press his thumb against my clit, rubbing circles around it. The speed and pressure quickly gave me exactly what I needed, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Come for me, Bree,” he murmured, his eyes practically begging.

Like the plea had been the key sliding into a lock, the climax hit and thundered through me, wave after wave of pleasure dragging me under. I clung to his shoulders as I came, riding out the blissful storm with him hot on my heels. “Sullivan!”

My pussy gripped him hard, dragging him right over the edge with me. I felt him tense, his hips jerking as his cock twitched deep inside. He let out a long, low groan, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he breathed out my name.

Once our bodies stilled, he quickly took care of the condom and then held me until we both drifted off the sleep. My last thought before I surrendered was that I hoped we really would somehow figure everything out because we were leaving our island paradise tomorrow and I definitely hadn’t had enough of Sullivan Crowne.

The flight back felt different, quieter in a way that made me think I wasn’t the only one that felt like things had changed between us this weekend. Sullivan barely let go of me once we were in the air.

His arm stayed wrapped around my shoulders, my legs tucked beneath me across the leather seat while the ocean faded into clouds outside the window. Every now and then, his fingers would drift absentmindedly along my arm or trace slow patterns against my knee, like he needed the reminder that I was still there.

I liked that he needed it, but I couldn’t deny that I was nervous about what would happen once we landed. This whole weekend had been an unbelievable series of perfect events, and now that I knew him better, I was in so much deeper than I had been before.

“You’re thinking loud again,” he murmured, tightening his grip on me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.”

He hummed, clearly unconvinced as he pressed a lazy kiss into my hair. The simple affection sent a warm, steady ache through my chest.

On the way here, this trip had felt reckless, thrilling, and slightly insane. A stolen weekend with a man I technically wasn’t supposed to be seeing, flying to another country like it was as normal as grabbing takeout after work.

Now it didn’t feel reckless at all. Instead, it felt real, and judging by the way he kept pulling me closer every time I shifted, I had a feeling he was starting to realize that too.

“We’re going to wrinkle your suit,” I said softly when he pulled me even closer.