Chapter 40
CHAPTER 40
HAYES
T he night was perfect. The kind of perfect that made you forget about everything else—the kind of perfect that made you believe, just for a moment, that there was nothing wrong in the world.
I wasn’t quite ready to get out of the hot tub. It was too good. I pulled her against me, turning my body and taking the seat. She straddled me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest.
It started slow, soft, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the urgency in the way she kissed me, like she was trying to tell me something she couldn’t put into words. I kissed her back just as fiercely, my hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve, every dip.
The water sloshed around us as we moved, the heat between us growing with every touch, every kiss. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, or maybe it was mine—I couldn’t tell anymore. All I knew was that I needed her more than I needed air.
“Hayes,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, my hands sliding down to her hips. I stood, lifting her with me. She let out a small gasp, her legs wrapping around my waist. Water slid off us as I stepped out of the hot tub, the cool air hitting our wet skin and making both of us shiver.
I carried her across the deck, her body pressed tightly against mine, her breath hot against my neck. She was laughing softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I couldn’t help but smile. She was everything—everything I never knew I needed, everything I never wanted to let go of.
The stateroom below deck was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. I set her down gently on the edge of the bed, my hands lingering on her waist as I kissed her again. She leaned back, pulling me with her, and I followed willingly, my body covering hers.
“I’m going to get the bed wet,” she said.
“Guess we better get you out of that wet bathing suit.” I grinned.
I stood and pushed my trunks down. She giggled as she stood up. I quickly peeled her wet swimsuit off her body and tossed it aside. She was breathtaking, her skin glowing in the low light, her eyes dark with desire.
“Hayes,” she whispered again, her voice breaking as I kissed my way down her neck, her chest, her stomach.
“I’m here,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She arched into me, her hands tangling in my hair, and I could feel the way her body responded to my touch, the way she trembled under me. I took my time, savoring every sound she made, every gasp, every moan. I wanted to remember this—every second, every touch, every breath.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth while running my hand down her side.
“Hayes,” she whispered, her hips rolling against my touch.
I moved lower, kissing and licking my way down her body. I ran my tongue along her sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting until she cried out my name. She was already wet, already wanting me.
She gasped as I parted her folds and teased her clit with my fingers. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer as she arched into my touch. She was so responsive, so eager for more. It drove me wild—made me want to give her everything she needed and more.
“I need you,” she murmured.
“I’m right here,” I growled.
“No, I want to taste you,” she said.
I understood what she was saying. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Lie down.”
I pulled away from her and stretched out on my back.
She sat up and looked down at me. Her hand roamed over my chest.
Her fingers traced the lines of my muscles, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her touch was deliberate, teasing, as if she was memorizing every inch of me. Her eyes met mine, dark and full of something I couldn’t quite name—desire, yes, but also something deeper, something that made my chest tighten.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against my chest. Her breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Her tongue flicked out, licking a small circle around one of my nipples before she sucked it into her mouth. I groaned, my hands instinctively gripping her hips as she teased me with her mouth. She moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, her teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive flesh.
“Dixie,” I muttered.
She slid her mouth lower, kissing down my stomach. I couldn’t help but flex. She kept moving lower and lower, taking her sweet time and tormenting me.
Her soft hand wrapped around my cock and gently squeezed. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my breath catch. She stroked me slowly, her fingers exploring every inch, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. My hips lifted instinctively, seeking more of her touch, but she held me firmly, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked grin.
“Patience,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want to savor this.”
Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses along my inner thigh, her breath hot against my skin. I clenched my fists in the sheets, trying to keep my composure, but it was impossible. She was driving me mad, and I loved every second of it.
Finally, her mouth found me, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip before she took me fully into her mouth. I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow as she began to move. Her rhythm was slow at first, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, but it wasn’t long before I was completely lost in the sensation. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking me in time with her movements, her fingers teasing the base where I was most sensitive.
“Dixie,” I growled, my hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure built inside me. “God, you’re incredible.”
She moaned around me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. She quickened her pace, her hand and mouth working together to drive me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, the pressure coiling tight in my stomach, but I wasn’t ready—not yet. I wanted more of her, more of this.
“Dixie, stop,” I said, my voice strained. “I’m too close.”
She pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire. She crawled up my body, her breasts brushing against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips, and it only made me want her more.
“I need you right fucking now,” I growled as I flipped her over. She landed on her back with a gasp. Her legs instinctively spread for me. I kissed my way down her body, taking my time to explore every inch of her.
She pulled at my shoulders and brought me back up to her mouth. I understood. We were both worked up to the point only me inside her would calm this fire inside.
I moved away from her and reached for the drawer next to the bed. I grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on. I returned quickly and without hesitation slid into her slowly, inch by exquisite inch.
Her breath caught in her throat. Our eyes locked as we moved together. I took it slow, savoring every inch. The room was silent except for our heavy breathing, our moans filling the space between us.
I lost myself in her—in the way she felt around me. Her nails dug into my back, urging me deeper. I obeyed, burying myself completely in her heat. She gasped, her head going back and pressing against the pillows as I began to move.
“Hayes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. The way she felt—soft, wet, and tight—was intoxicating. Every thrust pulled a moan from her lips, every roll of her hips against mine sent sparks through my veins. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as I drove us both higher.
Her hands were everywhere—my shoulders, my back, threading through my hair. I could feel the desperation in her touch, the way she clung to me as if I might disappear. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.
“Look at me,” I growled, my voice rough with need. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. I could see the intensity in her gaze, the way she was completely lost in the moment, just as I was.
“Hayes,” she whispered again, her voice breaking as I thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made her gasp and arch beneath me.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “Let go.”
Her body tensed, her nails digging into my skin as she neared the edge. I could feel her clenching around me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I kept my pace steady, relentless, driving her closer and closer to the brink. And then she shattered, her cry muffled against my shoulder as her body convulsed around me.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, the feel of her trembling around me—it pushed me over the edge. My thrusts became erratic, my grip on her hips tightening as my own release tore through me. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, her name a hoarse whisper on my lips as I spilled into the condom.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Our breathing was heavy, our bodies still connected. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, my lips lingering against her skin as I struggled to catch my breath. She ran her fingers through my hair, her touch soft and soothing, and I felt the tension slowly seep out of my body.
I made to move off her, but she stopped me.
“Stay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I don’t want to squish you,” I said.
I pulled out of her gently, disposing of the condom before lying down beside her. I pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my chest, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
My heart swelled with something I couldn’t quite name. “I’m not going anywhere, Dixie. I promise.”
She nuzzled closer. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing but my body utterly still, anchored by her warmth against me.
This thing we had between us, it wasn’t just physical. It was deeper than that. It was the way she looked at me, the way I couldn’t stop looking at her. It was the way she made me feel like I was really at home. At peace.
I tightened my arms around her, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder. The gentle rocking was lulling me to sleep.
“How long do we have?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Out here. On your boat. Yacht.”
“We can stay here forever if you want.”
She laughed. “I don’t know if that works.”
“How about we stay the night? We’ll just sail around a while.”
“I think that sounds like a very good plan,” she said. “I kind of like the idea of waking up to the sun rising on the water.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said. “I’m not sure I’m trying to wake up at the crack of dawn.”
She giggled softly. “Okay. Maybe we’ll say we did. It’s a nice plan in theory, but you’re right, I’m pretty cozy right here.”