"That feels good," Edward murmurs.
The sound of his groan is muffled as he buries his face into the pillow. Tiny little dust particles fill the ray of afternoon sunlight shining through the window.
He's on his stomach beneath me as I rub his back. Mostly, I'm kissing his bare skin, and grinding myself against his naked ass. But occasionally – like right now – I dig both of my palms into the thick muscles between his shoulder blades.
"What about that?" I ask him.
"Oh, god. So fucking good."
I lean over, my hands on his shoulders. His body supports my weight…in so many more ways than this. I lick his neck – long, wet laps over sweat-salted skin – until I find the place. The place I know he loves. And when I suck him the way I'm sucking him right now, he completely comes undone.
Fists gripping sheets beside us.
The slick skin of my pussy spread open and rubbing against him.
My name on his lips, as he pants and grunts and makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
He rolls over, hot and hard and ready for me. I take him inside, and it's more of the same. Five days of the same, and somehow it always feels different. Every single time with him is better and better.
He looks at me when we fuck.
It's intense how he never looks away.
There's this connection I've never felt – this intimacy – and not just because he's so fucking deep inside me. And I know he feels it, too…whatever this is.
It scares me, but I'm not running.
Hell, it terrifies me, but I could never ever stop.
.
.
We lie breathless, connected…in every possible way. Legs tangled, fingers twined, and chests pressed and pounding together. I can't stop looking at him, especially his eyes.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, bringing our joined hands between us.
"Nothing," I sigh. "A million things."
"Give me one."
I pause, unsure if I should say the words…ask the question. But I decide that I have to.
"Why are you here?"
I kiss his cheeks, his lips – just willing him to say the words. I want him to know that whatever the real reason is, I will understand the same way he has understood.
"I already told you. I needed a break."
I think back to the first night, his words coming back to me.
"A break from what?"
"From life, from work…from everything."
He releases my hands, only to slide them over my hips and thighs, pulling me even closer. My own hands go to his face. I cup his cheeks, my thumbs brushing against the grain of his stubble.
I try to read his eyes, but even though they hide nothing, they give nothing away at the same time.
"Does everything include someone else?" I don't want to ask it, but I feel like I have to.
"Do you think I could be here with you if there was?" He doesn't look upset.
"No," I tell him. "I don't. But I had to ask, you know?"
He nods his head, and then presses it against my chest.
"I have worked for nearly five years without a vacation," he starts. I run my fingers through his hair, hoping to relax him. "Five years with no real life…only a job."
"That sounds…awful."
"I didn't notice at first, you know. I just got caught up in being successful and then one day, I realized I had no one to share my success with. Just an empty apartment. Hell, I don't even have a pet." He chuckles softly. "I remember sitting in my office late one night. I didn't even have the motivation to go home. The couch in my office was actually more inviting than my own empty bed. And that's when I knew I needed to take a break. I needed to reevaluate my life and my decisions."
"So you ended up here?"
"Yeah," he nods, finally pulling back to look at me. "I was here for just over a week. And one afternoon, I decided to take a walk. And then I saw this beautiful woman. And I didn't know why, but I had to talk to her. So, I did."
I swallow loudly.
"And then what happened?"
"She ignored me, of course…and then she ran away."
I feel like I should laugh because he's smiling, but nothing about this feels funny at all.
"So, what did you do then?"
His fingers trace my lips. I lick them a little.
"I tried again…and again…and again."
"Did she finally give in?" I ask.
His smile is so wide it's blinding.
"Fuck yeah, she did. In a really spectacular fashion."
"Spectacular, huh?"
"Yeah, spectacular and naked."
I kiss him hard and deep until I have to pull away because there's no air left in my lungs.
"I meant what I said on the first night," he tells me. "I have no doubt that I came here because I was supposed to meet you."
I let him pull me up as he steadies himself behind me. And I welcome him as he slides inside. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything, but for the first time, I'm happy he can't see my face while he fucks me. Because he would only find a question – one single fucking question.
What's going to happen when we leave?
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