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When he looks up at me, there’s a sheepish smile on his face, “I’m sorry, was I bothering you? I should go out onto the porch and let you hideout in peace.”
“No,” I shout and immediately blush. “I mean,” I stumble over my words, “this is your place, if anyone should go, it should be me.” I really don’t want to go though, and I can already feel my heart hurting from walking away from him while I’m still right next to him. “I don’t want to interrupt you and your vacation.”
He scoffs, “Vacation. This is not a vacation and you’re not interrupting a damn thing. Seeing you sneaking away from your family and enticing you to join me in here is the best thing to happen to me since I arrived at the resort.”
I scrunch my face up and look around the room, my words slow and measured, “How is this not a vacation? It looks like one to me?”
He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. “I suppose it really is, in some ways at least, but, no, what you’re really looking at is a temporary exile.”
I suck in a breath and my heart starts hammering in my chest. “Exile? Are you in like witness protection or something? Or did you commit a crime and now you’re hiding out?” I scramble up from the seat, though my body protests leaving the comfort of it. “I knew I should have remembered stranger danger earlier.” My eyes are big and round as I question, “You’re not going to hurt me because I know where you are, are you?”
Lane throws his head back and laughs, the sound rolling around the room and then through me, lighting me up from the inside out. He gets serious when I try and skitter around him toward the front door, but he’s faster than I am, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me to his chest. I feel every single inch of his hard chest against me as a small whimper escapes my throat. It’s not from fear, but from pure fucking need and attraction.
I knew my libido would get me in trouble someday. This is why certain urban legends exist in the first place. Clearly, I didn’t learn my lesson.
His voice is low and smooth against the shell of my ear, “You don’t need to be afraid of me, 007. You’re not in any danger.”
I know they’re just words, but they reassure me, and I relax against him. When he turns me, I find myself staring up into his eyes. They’re a brown color which has me thinking about curling up with hot cocoa or indulging in chocolate cake. They’re soft and rich and they put me at ease the same way his strong arms around me do.
When my arms snake around his neck, the rightness of it settles in my chest. I don’t want to let go. I know I’ll have to at some point though. Summer flings never last.
“Calli,” he groans, his eyes searching mine. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
My eyebrows come together, and I shake my head slowly. “Should I? I’m sorry if I should. I mean, I’m not really good about staying on top of some things and this last year of school was torture, especially finals.”
Instead of answering, Lane leans down and presses his lips against mine. The first brush is sweet and tentative, but it only takes a second for it to become so much more. My body craves his as we press against each other, needing more, wanting more. My lungs are burning when we finally break apart.
He groans, “I want you so fucking badly, Sweetheart.” There’s a desperation in his voice, “Can I have you?”
“Yes,” I moan. Normally sex with a stranger isn’t my thing, but it seems like everything flies out the window when Lane is involved. “Please,” there is a plea in the one word, one I didn’t even know would be there as it slipped from my lips.
Lane growls lowly, “I’m going to fucking wreck you, Sweetheart.”
Before I can respond, I’m up and in his arms as he walks across the room and depositing me on the bed. As he pulls my clothes from my body and then his own, his movements are filled with desperation while folded in softness and need. It’s a heady combination, one I’ve never experienced before.
When he moves over my body, our skin touching and singing in proximity, it lights me up from the inside out. I have a feeling the shine will never diminish and his promise to wreck me echoes in my head. A promise I know he’s going to keep.
What do I do when this is over, and I have to go back to my life? Will I be able to go about life like I always have? Will nothing ever be the same again?
Before I can get lost in the spiral of thoughts which may lead me to push him away from me, his lips are on mine again, prying mine open so his tongue can explore me. When he nips my bottom lip, all rational thought leaves me and I’m left panting against his mouth, everything in me begging for more. I need it. I crave it.
“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth before he presses kisses along my neck and down my body.
I arch my back when his lips encircle one of my nipples which are so hard they’re practically begging for his attention. The craving I’ve been experiencing for him flares into something larger, something needy. When I wrap my legs around his waist, the hard length of him glides between my folds.
“Lane,” I moan out, “I need to feel you inside me.”
He pops off my nipple and smirks down at me. His voice is tantalizing velvet, “You want me, 007? You want me to fill you up?” I groan in response before he moves slightly and grabs a condom. Maybe he’s a little bit magic or I’m too far gone because I have no idea where he grabbed it from. “I’m only wearing this until you trust me enough to fill your pussy bare,” there’s a warning in his words, one I heed with everything in me even as I crave to feel him with nothing between us.
My brain sparks and tells me this is better, safer, but my body doesn’t give a fuck. I want to know what it would feel like for him to fill me with his cum, the heat of it, the force of it. My lips won’t form words to express it though, but by the devilish grin he throws my way, he knows.
As he rubs the crown of his cock against my soaked slit, I implore him, “Lane, fucking please.”
His masculine grunt as he starts to push his way inside of me, my body giving way to him, almost makes me come on the spot. The heat in his dark brown eyes ignites something inside of me. I can’t dwell on it though because the pace he sets is slow and purposeful, marching me up to the edge of my orgasm before I can even process it.
Our bodies move together like a harmony I’ve never heard before. The beat of our pounding hearts as he covers me and traps me against the mattress pushes us a little closer to the edge. By the time I scream out his name and he’s pounding into me, I can’t think of anything beyond how good this feels.
There are no worries in the little bubble we’re surrounded by. Nothing else exists and I don’t want it to. I only want this.
