Page 110 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout
“What?”
Beau’s hand left her face, sliding down her body where he squeezed her waist. Sienna turned and straddled his lap.
“There’s a wish I’ve been holding on to since we were teenagers,” he said, his tone playful but deep.
Sienna breathed against his mouth when Beau’s hands slipped under her sweatshirt. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Me. Inside you. ” His mouth slid from her mouth down her chin, forcing Sienna’s eyes to flutter shut . “Outside. Under the stars.”
“R-really?” Sienna forced out.
Her head fell back, tilting to the side as Beau ravaged her neck. When Beau’s hand slid to her ass, pulling her closer, Sienna rocked her hips into him and opened her eyes. She couldn’t see anything more than the partition on the side of the deck.
Sienna felt her entire body flush. “It’s not dark yet.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to kill time,” he panted, guiding her movements, slowing them down.
And for nearly an hour, during twilight, Sienna was seventeen—letting her fully-clothed body search for Beau’s with delicious fury through barriers. There was heavy panting, deep, messy kisses, stops and starts as she ground her hips into Beau, chasing more of the warmth from their friction. And finally, as the world darkened around them and the stars painted the night sky, Beau lifted Sienna, only removing his hands from her hips to tug his pants down and let Sienna do the same.
She climbed back over him, hovering, the heat of her throbbing burning between her thighs.
She lowered herself, breathing deeply before she asked, “Wish list?”
Her eyes fell shut as she strained to keep herself off him. Beau’s fingers dug painfully into her hips.
“Tell me again,” he said.
Sienna didn’t need to hear it the same way Beau did. Because his eyes said it all already.
“I love you.”
Following Beau’s lowering gaze, Sienna watched his grip loosen and gasped when Beau lowered her down to take all of him in.
“Now... wish list.”
Beau kissed each word into her neck and let Sienna rock into him, filling her to the brim. She didn’t care that they were outside, that even though it would be hard for anyone to see, plenty could hear. Sienna moaned his name loudly and unapologetically, so overwhelmed by the wholeness and completion that she couldn’t move until Beau nipped at her ear and gave her ass a slap before leaning back against the lounge chair.
“Ride it.”
With his hands on her hips, Beau let Sienna move how she liked—bigger, slow circles tapering into smaller, frantic ones—every change in Sienna’s pace brought a new noise from Beau he buried into her skin, but his words stayed consistent.
“I love you.”
Sienna let those words wash up her body, pulling his head closer so there wasn’t a breath of space between them. She lifted her head to the sky, while he peppered kisses beneath her jaw, biting hard on her bottom lip, knowing there wasn’t anything she could possibly wish for in the moment. Instead, when she hit her breaking point, her body tightening, and Beau continuing to tell her how much he loved her, Sienna made a wish for something to stay away—the pain which accompanied his absence she knew all too well.
I wish you won’t break my heart.
* * *
Sienna read Grace’s response to the photo she had sent her.
Ok changed my mind. NOT FAIR. I want to be there.
Laughing, Sienna texted back.
Next time. Promise.
Sienna put her phone down, pulling the towel from her hair. Her body was sore—from all the lovemaking, from the hike she and Beau went on earlier that day, from walking up and down the beach all afternoon. She didn’t want tostopmoving, stop taking every moment in—the sun, the sand, the surf was all a dream. But with and because of Beau, it was a dream come true.
