me down onto the bed and hovers over my naked curves.
“Wait,” I say, stopping him from taking things any further.
“What’s wrong?” he asks with sensitivity.
“Can anyone see us out here?”
“Not a chance,” he grins.
I smile and let him know that I’m ready to carry on.
This is going to be one hell of a climax…
The tip of his cock pushes against my wet pussy, teasing me, and I instantly get wetter.
“Please,” I plead. “I want you.”
He carves what looks like a victory smile and…
My head throws back.
Oh…
Fuck…
He slides into me with ease.
Deep into me.
Oh, yes…
Fuck, this feels incredible.
Responding to the expression of rapture on my face, Grayson withdraws and enters me again.
Harder.
My hands wrap around the back of his neck and hold on tight.
My entire soul feels like it’s overflowing with passion, lust, and desire.
As he stays deep within me, he stares into my eyes.
Just the way he’s surveying them tells me that this is more than just sex.
This is more than just a primal fling.
There’s a genuine connection between us. Every fiber of my being is screaming it out.
“Faster,” I whisper to him, wanting him to have his way with me even more.
He grins.
“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice…
Grayson begins to pump into me with rhythm and strength.
Fuck.
Me.
Wow.
He’s so strong.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pounds harder. Faster. Deeper.
Oh, yes…
Yes…
“Fuck Yes!” I scream out. And I’ve never been one to scream out, but he has me feeling things I never even thought were possible.
I can’t control myself.
My cheeks flush as my orgasm reaches its peak and I feel every bit of my skin shudder with ecstasy.
Another loud moan escapes my lips.
Even though I’ve cum already, Grayson seems determined to make me do so again and continues thrusting himself into me with a consistent pattern.
Within seconds, every inch of my skin glows with heat again and I scream as the second feeling of complete bliss rips through me.
And I thought the first orgasm was out of this world…
Almost instantaneously, Grayson cums too, one final slam into my warm, wet pussy as the moon rises higher in the night sky.
After he blows, he collapses onto the bed beside me.
I snuggle up next to him and start to come down from the dizzying highs of my orgasms.
“You have the most vivid green eyes I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, looking down at my face while rubbing my arm. “Stay here at the resort with me.”
I don’t answer at first.
That was a lovely compliment about my eyes, but what’s the second part of that sentence all about?
Is he serious?
“Don’t go home. Stay here with me.”
When he says it again I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.
I want to say yes, but I know I can’t.
Reality hits me.
“You can forget about the stresses of the city,” he continues on. “I can even get you a job here. Stay with me.”
Even though what he’s saying is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard, my head overrules the spare-of-the-moment passion in my heart.
No.
I can’t stay.
My life is in New York.
“Claire?”
“No, I can’t. I’m sorry,” I say, pulling out of the embrace.
In a frantic panic, I grab my clothes and quickly put them on, refusing to look Grayson in the eyes when he pleads with me to stop.
When I hear the bed sheets ruffle and his feet on the floor, I rush out of the hut.
“Goodbye, Grayson,” I murmur without even a second glance back.
Chapter Ten
When the alarm clock starts ringing at nine o’clock, I crawl out of my bed with a groan.
Even though I’m on vacation, I still went into pilot work mode and set my alarm.
I’m hopeless.
I really am.
After I’d run out on Grayson last night, I took a long walk on the beach and kept replaying what happened over and over in my head.
Did he really ask