11. Prue
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PRUE
W hen we make it back to shore, we're both silent, charged with something electric and inevitable. Fox ties up the boat with practiced movements while I gather our things, the blanket still wrapped around my shoulders, carrying his scent.
The walk back to his house feels dreamlike.
Our hands keep brushing, until finally he takes mine, his calloused palm warm against my skin.
His thumb traces small circles on the back of my hand, each one sending ripples of anticipation through me.
We haven’t made love in weeks and the ache for him has eclipsed my patience.
I step closer, my free hand resting on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and rapid beneath my palm. "I’ve missed you," I say, looking up at him through my lashes.
The door barely closes behind us before his mouth is on mine again, hungrier this time. I drop the blanket, my hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warm skin beneath. He walks me backward until I'm pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of heat against mine.
"I've thought about you, about this, non-stop," he murmurs against my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin.
"Show me," I challenge, tugging at his shirt.
We leave a trail of clothes from the entryway to his bedroom—my sweater by the couch, his shirt on the hallway floor, my bra hanging from the doorknob. By the time he lowers me onto his bed, we're both breathing hard, skin flushed and eyes wild.
Fox hovers above me, his weight supported on his forearms. "Do you know how much I’ve craved you?"
I wrap my legs around his hips in answer, pulling him closer. "Not nearly as much as I’ve craved you."
"That’s impossible," he groans, kissing me deeply as his hands explore every inch of me.
His touch is both reverent and filthy, making me arch and gasp beneath him. When his fingers slide between my legs, I nearly come undone on the spot.
"You're so wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you want, Prue."
"I want you inside me," I pant, shameless in my desire. "I want to feel you everywhere."
When he finally thrusts his stiff cock into me, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation. He fills me perfectly, stretching me in the most delicious way. Our eyes lock, and something passes between us—something more significant than just physical pleasure.
"Move," I whisper, digging my fingernails into his back.
He does, setting a rhythm that starts slow and builds, his hips driving into mine with increasing urgency. The headboard knocks against the wall, but I barely notice, lost in the slick slide of our bodies moving together.
"You always feel so fucking good," he pants against my ear. "So perfect around me."
His words send shivers down my spine. "Don't stop," I beg, feeling my climax building. "Please, Fox, don't stop."
"Never," he promises, shifting his angle to hit exactly where I need him. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
When I shatter, it's with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows moments later, his face buried in my neck as he groans his release.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, sweaty and sated. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare back as I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
"That was..." I trail off, unable to find adequate words.
"Yeah," he agrees, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "It was."
We're quiet for a moment, just breathing together in the darkness.
"I want to be clear about something," he says finally, his voice serious. "This was never just sex for me. I’ve always wanted more from you. I hope that doesn’t scare you."
I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him. "Are you saying you tricked me and reeled me in with your incredible skills?"
“Guilty as charged.” He smiles and wags a bushy eyebrow.
Something about the sparkle in his eyes warms my heart, melting another layer of ice surrounding it. "I've been running from commitment for so long," I admit. "But with you... I don't want to run. I want to see where this goes."
"Baby steps forward?"
"No steps back," I agree, sealing the promise with a kiss that quickly reignites our passion.
"You know what I want now?" I whisper against his lips, my body still longing for more.
"Tell me," Fox says, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrates through my chest where we're pressed together.
I slide on top of him, straddling his hips, enjoying the way his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me naked above him. "I want to ride you until you can't remember your own name."
His hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my skin. "Fuck, Prue."
"That's the idea." I rock against him, feeling him hardening beneath me again. "Already?"
"What can I say?" He smirks, that crooked smile that makes my heart stutter. "You have that effect on me."
I lean down, my hair creating a curtain around our faces. "I want you to talk to me this time. Tell me exactly what you're thinking."
He captures my mouth in a searing kiss before answering. "I'm thinking I want to watch these perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."
Heat floods my body at his words. This is a side of Fox I'm still discovering—the filthy-mouthed lover behind the quiet exterior.
"That can be arranged," I murmur, reaching between us to guide him to my entrance.
I sink down slowly, savoring every inch as he fills me. When he's fully seated inside me, I pause, adjusting to the delicious stretch.
"Christ, you're tight," he groans, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful like this."
I start to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"You like that?" he asks, pinching lightly.
"God, yes," I moan, increasing my pace. "Don't stop."
One of his hands slides down between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. "I love watching you take me," he says, eyes fixed where our bodies join. "Love how wet you get for me."
My movements become more erratic as pleasure builds again. "Tell me more," I demand, breathless.
"I've fantasized about this since we met," he confesses, his voice strained with effort to maintain control. "Imagined you riding me, coming all over my cock, screaming my name."
His words push me closer to the edge. "And now?"
"Reality's better," he growls, suddenly sitting up to wrap his arms around me, changing the angle so he hits that perfect spot inside me. "So much fucking better."
I grip his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as I rock against him frantically. "Fox, I'm close."
"That's it, baby," he encourages, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "Let go for me. Wanna feel you come around me again."
When I shatter this time, it's even more intense than before. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me, my body clenching rhythmically around him.
"Fuck, Prue, I'm—" He doesn't finish, just groans deep in his chest as he follows me over the edge, pulsing inside me.
We collapse together onto the mattress, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat gradually slow.
"So," I say when I can finally form words again, "baby steps, huh?"
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Maybe not so baby after all."
I prop myself up to look at him, suddenly serious. "I meant what I said before. No steps back. I'm not good at this—relationships, vulnerability, all of it—but I want to try. With you."
Fox tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his expression tender. "I'm not asking for everything all at once, Prue. Just for you to let me in, bit by bit."
"I think I already have," I whisper, surprising myself with the admission.
He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Let’s sleep in and then I’ll make you mean breakfast."
"Is that all you make that's mean?" I tease, snuggling against him.
"Stick around and find out," he mutter, his hand trailing lazily down my spine.
As I drift toward sleep in his arms, I realize I've never felt so simultaneously terrified and safe. Whatever happens next, there's no denying the truth anymore: Fox Carmichael has firmly planted himself in my heart, and I have no intention of uprooting him.
As the night deepens around us, I realize I'm not afraid anymore. Whatever this is between us—this fragile, beautiful beginning—it's worth the risk.