“I’ll try,” I say and groan because she immediately begins riding me again. This time she leans back, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her hips. I use my thumb to stimulate her already throbbing clit, needing to get her off once more before I come.
She’s intense. Erotic. Beautiful. We fuck, but we’re also making love. Her breaths come faster and she lets go of all inhibitions as she chases her release. I love the way my name falls from her lips as she climaxes.
I think I deserve an award for not coming on the spot.
“Opal, I’m coming.” I shove her hips up and back so she rests on my thighs. I grip my dick and shoot my load onto her belly and that pretty pussy I was just inside. “Fuck. Opal. That was . . .”
“The best sex of your life?” she offers with a satiated smile.
“Undeniably.” I nod, “But I made a mess. How do you feel about a shower?”
She wipes my release with her hand so it won’t drip onto the sheets. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Together we clean up under the warm spray of the water—another first for me. There’s an intimacy in washing each other, even though we spend most of the time laughing like idiots. It’s fucking cold when you’re not the one under the showerhead. After drying off, we don’t bother with clothes. We climb into bed and I pull the covers over both of us to keep warm.
Opal tucks her hand under her pillow and turns onto her side to face me. “Good night.”
“Sweet dreams.” I scoot closer, and my hand finds her hip. I stroke the soft skin there, and watch as her eyelids fall heavy. I study and memorize everything about this moment. The freckles that paint her skin. The soft open pout of her lips as she drifts to sleep. The comfort she takes in the safety of my arms, not knowing that tomorrow everything will change.
My nose burns with the hurt I can’t protect her from and tears well in my eyes. I kiss her forehead and bury my face in her hair. Breathing her in, the sweet scent that will forever remind me of her, I finally allow the tears to fall.
She’s perfect. Pure. Loving.
And soon enough I will change all that.
31
Opal
Last night Leightonloved me as if he was attempting to brand his very soul on mine. Long, languid, and late into the night we came together. Tangled limbs, breathy moans, kisses sweet and passionate did nothing to extinguish the fire of our desire. After we showered, I gave in to utter exhaustion. Only this time when I wake in my hotel room, he’s still here.
“Morning,” he whispers, and just like that I fall in love with the rough sound of his morning voice.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I say with a big grin on my face.
He smiles back. “Yeah.”
I’m not ready to break the bubble of this perfect escape we’ve shared, but there’s a load in time we cannot miss. “What time is it?”
“Eight. We have an hour.”
I nod, both disappointed and excited to get back on the road.
He pushes off the bed and dresses in his clothes from last night. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
He climbs on the bed and claims my lips with a soft kiss. “I’ll run downstairs and get the good stuff.” He winks and pushes to his feet, walking backward toward the door. “Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, and swoon a little inside. He’s perfect. I’m so lucky.
I climb out of bed to use the restroom, brush my teeth, and pull on a pair of clean underwear. Dressing in a simple tank and cutoff shorts, I realize I never charged my phone. The battery is dead, so I plug it in and sit back down on the bed. Within seconds it powers on and a moment later begins to ring.
It’s Lexi. “Hey, Lexi.”
“Opal! I’ve been trying to get hold of you!” The alarm in her voice prickles my spine with fear. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“What’s going on?” I shove to my feet and pull my phone back from my ear as it pings with a list of missed calls and messages. “I just saw all your texts. Is everything okay?”
