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And inside.
Hands cradle my face. They tremble. His entire body is shaking.
And he’s….
He’s kissing me.
Nolan is kissing me.
He pulls back, swiping his thumbs over my cheeks, cupping my face so gently, it’s like he’s afraid if he changes the pressure even the slightest bit, I’ll shatter, and his gentle touch is the only thing keeping me together now that he’s finally broken me.
Like he was always going to break me.
I knew it. He knew it.
And yet we risked it all anyway.
His tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. Lips I just felt against my own, with a tongue that just danced with mine.
Shaking his head, he stares back at me through a veil of tears. “I’m so, so fucking sorry.”
And I just…crumble.
I’m gone.
I’m shoving him onto his back, crawling up on his chest, and I’m crushing my mouth to his in a searing, ferocious, world-upending kiss.
“Skyler,” he breathes against me like nothing else exists, like no other name exists.
And for a moment, I pretend it’s true.
For tonight, I’ll pretend it’s just us.
Me and my champion.
Me and my Tarzan.
United under a starless sky.
Our tongues collide, tangling.
Teeth gnash into plush, wet lips.
It’s messy—hot—and there’s sand and water splashing up around us. I didn’t even notice the water slipping this far up the beach.
The grit is embedded in Nolan’s hair, embedded in my nails. We scrape and claw and paw at each other, massaging it into us, right along with our fervent touches, as if we could become one with this beach.
He growls from somewhere deep inside his chest—I feel it reverberate against my chest, the beast in him calling to the storm in me, and I growl right back, nipping his lip.
Strong hands clutch my back, then lower, squeezing my ass at the same time he thrusts up against me. We’re both hard, grinding up against each other like we could find a way inside each other’s bodies if we just dug deep enough. Hard enough.
“Skyler,” he rumbles against my lips.
“Nolan,” I seethe back, angry, so angry and confused and overwhelmed that he’s doing this to me. He didn’t have to kiss me. He’s fuckingleavingme. He never should’ve crossed that line. I saidno.We had this rule for a reason.
And yet all I can do is kiss him harder—so hard our teeth knock and rip into our lips. So hard, my face has to be scratched raw from his beard.
But I can’t stop.
