Her nipples tightened between my fingers. I played with them softly at first, waking her with tiny circles, then graduating to tweaks and pinches, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger as she moaned and arched into me.
“Good morning, you gorgeous little devil, you,” I murmured, earning a twitch of a smile.
“Morning,” she replied, slipping a hand between our bodies and wrapping it around me.
It didn’t seem like I could be any stiffer, but her touch accomplished just that. I moved one hand down her side, over the swell of her hip, then grabbed a handful of her ass again because I truly loved it. I didn’t even know why, really—asses typically weren’t my thing—but hers was too perfect to miss out on any opportunity to get my hands on it.
Lower, I found heat and a slickness that made my stomach tighten. As oppositional as Blair had been with me, as many times as her words had pushed me away, her body seemed in a constant state of eagerness to welcome me.
Unwilling to wait, I grabbed a second condom and fixed it in place, then rolled up on my elbows and spread her knees. I paused for a second to take in her face. The wrinkle between her eyebrows, plus a soft whimper, communicated her impatience and I pushed inside her, the pleasure of feeling her heat squeeze around me sucking a shudder out through my spine. I held still for a moment, gathering my bearings, enjoying the moment. When she tipped her hips back, pulling me deeper, I took the hint and rocked inside her until our bodies found a rhythm.
Like last night, our eyes locked and some kind of innate, silent conversation flowed between us. The intensity in her gaze frightened me, not because catching a girl as complicated as Blair would have its difficulties, but because I worried that I would fail her. That I wouldn’t be good enough.
That despite what she’d said about living in the moment, the inevitability of our failure would leave her more broken than the way I’d found her.
Her feet locked behind my back, knees pressed against my sides as she thrust against me and her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. It had been a long time since a girl had come for me with as much ease as Blair did, and watching it fall over her from top to bottom made it almost impossible to hold off on my own orgasm. Made me forget about everything but this moment.
I managed to keep it together, unwilling to end this any sooner than necessary, and after a moment she shook off the cobwebs and bent her legs farther, until I was buried so deep I couldn’t think about anything but how it felt. We moved faster, her elbows hooked under her knees, our bodies working together without any help at all from our brains.
Blair threw her head back and writhed when my fingers found her breasts, and as I felt myself crossing a line I wouldn’t be able to come back from, I pressed a finger into the slick spot between our bodies. She jerked against me, her fingernails digging into my back, and thrust against me harder. That killed me, and when she clenched around me and came, I tumbled over the edge of reason beside her, riding her and the waves of pleasure with equal abandon, lost to the pounding of my heart, the trembling of my muscles, and the sound of her scratchy voice gasping my name in the dawn.
I don’t know how long it took before the world came back into focus—before the sound of the waves against the shore and the shriek of seagulls against the sky broke through the cloud of cotton draping my brain.
Blair’s legs shook against my sides, her rib cage expanding and pressing her breasts against my chest, and I dropped a kiss on her sweaty forehead. Her fingers dug into my back, kneading lazily, and her lips smiled into my throat. “That was about the best way to wake up with the sun I’ve ever experienced. And I am so not a morning person.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Our fingers twined together and we lay in silence as the sun rose over the ocean. It was new to me, being able to sit with another person quietly without feeling awkward. With Blair, sometimes it seemed as though her silences told me more about her than her words, which were often so calculated that they must be designed to hide things. Her confession about her past, about never being able to be close to anyone because of not being able to share her father’s secrets, made sense.
It made me sad for her, but it impressed upon me her strength.
My stomach growled, and I felt her smile. “Hungry? For food, I mean.”
“I mean, if you’re giving me the option of going again with you or eating food, I would choose the first. Unless you’re hungry.”
The twinkle in her dark eyes undid every thought in my head.
“I have a feeling you and I will be going again, but at the moment I think we should get a jump on the day. Breakfast. And coffee, for God’s sake. And it’s best to get out early for diving, so we can make at least two trips. Since we’re only here for the day.”