Page 94 of Meant to be Mine

I reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He helped me, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. His hands went to his belt next, and I watched as he stripped with jerky movements that suggested he was as desperate for this as I was.

When he was down to his boxers, he pushed me back onto the bed. I went willingly, my breath coming faster as he settled between my thighs. His mouth found mine again, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that had me squirming beneath him.

His hand slipped between us, fingers pushing my panties aside to stroke through my wetness. I gasped against his mouth.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured.

“Drew, please.”

He silenced me with another kiss, his fingers circling my clit with maddening pressure. I arched into his touch, trying to stay quiet like he’d commanded, but it was nearly impossible. Every stroke sent pleasure sparking through me.

He pulled back just long enough to hook his fingers in my panties and drag them down my legs. Then he was reaching for the condom, tearing it open with his teeth. I watched as he rolled it on, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.

He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locking with mine. “Ready?”

I nodded, unable to form words.

“No screaming my name in pleasure.”

“Stop,” I hissed.

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust that had me biting down on my lip to keep from crying out. He filled me completely, stretching me in the best way. For a moment, neither of us moved. We just stayed there, connected, breathing hard.

Then he started to move.

His hips rocked against mine. Not the usual pounding. He dragged out every stroke, pushing deep and then pulling out again. His mouth found my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me gasp. The moan bubbled out of me without me even realizing it was happening.

“Quiet, baby,” he reminded me, his voice rough in my ear.

I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the sounds I couldn’t hold back. The bed creaked beneath us with each thrust. The yacht rocked gently on the waves. Somewhere above us, the party continued, completely oblivious to what was happening in this cabin.

The danger of it, the possibility that someone could try the door or hear us, only made it hotter.

Drew’s pace increased, his breathing growing ragged. One hand slid between us to circle my clit again. That was all it took. The orgasm crashed over me without warning, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I bit down on my palm to keep from screaming.

“Fuck,” Drew groaned, his hips stuttering. “Kensey, you feel so fucking good. So sweet.”

He thrust deep one last time and stilled, his whole body going taut as he came. I felt him throbbing inside me, watched his face contort with pleasure, and felt a surge of satisfaction knowing I’d done that to him. For the briefest second, I thought about this without a condom. Him inside me with no barrier. Me pregnant with his child.

Both of us were breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to be held by him every morning. Every night. In the middle of a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Finally, Drew pulled out carefully and dealt with the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from the nightstand. He collapsed beside me on the bed, pulling me against his chest.

“We should get dressed,” I said. “I do not want to get caught.”

“Trust me, we are not the first couple to steal away and find a private room.”

“Really? You think others are down here messing up beds?”

He grinned and kissed me before pulling away. “I can pretty much guarantee it.”

“Oh. Wow. You rich people sure know how to party.”

We dressed quickly, both of us trying to smooth out wrinkles and fix hair that looked suspiciously like we’d just been rolling around in bed. Because we had.

I caught sight of myself in the small mirror by the door and tried to finger-comb my hair into something presentable. My lips were swollen, my cheeks flushed. Anyone who looked at me was going to know exactly what I’d been doing.

Drew came up behind me, adjusting his collar. His eyes met mine in the mirror and he grinned.