Page 20 of Hooking
It’s been too long since I’ve found a release without having to deliver it to myself. Not saying that Vince and I don’t have a stellar sex life—we do—or I thought we did until he became distant. Rushing to find his own release when he made time for me. Eventually, things fizzled out, and we haven’t touched each other in months.
Makes a lot of sense as to why now.
But being here right now with Channing—his body above mine—claiming me in a way I haven’t felt in so long is something out of a fantasy. Crossing a line that we both swore we’d never cross again. And my body doesn’t give a shit about it happening all over again, and neither does my heart. I’m willing to risk it all.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, as he intensifies his strokes, his thumb applying pressure to my clit. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Channing,” I breathe his name, as my head falls back against the cold metal of the table. “I’m… I’m going…”
He quickens his pace, taking smaller and fast thrusts, rubbing his thumb against my clit with precise pressure, relishing in the moment that my walls clamp tightly around his shaft. My orgasm rocks me to my core as his cock hardens with his own release, leaving us to ride the waves of it together.
“That was—”
“Beautiful.” he says as he gently unties my wrist restrained by the table. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“I was going to say incredibly hot…”
“Fuck,” he groans as he places a gentle kiss on my lips before helping me off the table. “Sorry about breakfast.”
“We’ll eat later,” I say with a mischievous smirk. “Come. I think I have something better in mind. It involves a hot shower and your mouth on my—”
He charges at me, gripping my hips to hoist me up as my legs wrap around his hips. His mouth is on mine as he walks us into the villa toward the bedroom. My arms wrap around his neck, as he nips and tugs lightly at my bottom lip. Never in my life did I think I would get the opportunity to be with him again, but I will do whatever it takes to keep him.
He starts the shower, the water warming as we both strip out of our clothes. Once warm enough, we both step under the spray, but not long enough before he does exactly what I asked for and drops to his knees, lifting my one leg onto his shoulder and his mouth devouring me.
Chapter 8
Channing
“Mr. and Mrs. Burch, your private catamaran cruise awaits,” our butler for the week says as we board the vessel for the sunset booze cruise I booked at the last minute for Cassidy and me.
It’s been four days since I gave into my desires for Cassidy. Four days of uninterrupted, well almost uninterrupted sexual bliss. And in just three days, it will be back to reality. A reality where Cassidy may wake up and realize that this vacation is exactly what it is.
A ruse.
A rebound to get her mind off the jackass in Arizona.
For as long as you’ll have me.
I meant what I said, but it doesn’t matter what I want in the end. It never did. Cassidy deserves so much more than a guy who always follows his dick off to green pastures. She deserves more than me. And though I’d wait tooth and nail for the rest of my life, I’d also be waiting for her to wake up and realize that I wasn’t the man for her. Just like my ex did.
“I’m beginning to think you’re enjoying this,” Cassidy says, pulling me from my thought as she snuggles into my side as we make our way to the front of the boat. “However, I wish you would have just dropped the whole last name thing. Neither of us are Burches.”
“Relax,” I say, with a smirk as we take a seat next to one another at the top of the boat. “I charged it to my black card, so they know who I really am. I just asked them to go along with it a little while longer.”
Her mouth hangs open as she takes in my confession. It’s not like they don’t know I’m not Vince the moment we arrived. She may not have noticed, but I’ve taken at least a dozen photos and given out more autographs than I can count. Yet, I let her believe that no one recognized us. I had felt it would give her more freedom to let go and relax a little. She needed it.
After a few beats of silence, she finally focuses her gaze on me, her chin lifting ever so slightly so she can take in my features illuminated from the burnt oranges and pinks of the setting sun.
“We go home in three days,” she says, quickly turning to look out at the water.
I study her profile as the warm glow from the setting sun flints across her face. Her brows furrow with questions. The gears turning in her head. Wondering what is to come when we leave.
My arm tightens around her shoulders as I squeeze her even closer to me. If I had it my way, we would take this head on. I was tired of waiting, but I knew as soon as we returned to Seattle, she’d realize that I wasn’t it for her. Who am I kidding? No one is good enough for her. Yet every ounce of me is exhausted of fighting our attraction so if three days is all I have left to prove to her that I’m all in, then so be it.
“Are you worried about going home?” I ask as I feel her tense beneath me.
“Maybe,” she says, her shoulders finally shrinking. “I’m scared.”
