Chapter 16
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HONOR
When I woke, the sun was setting over the ocean in the distance.
I stretched, my tired muscles relishing the feel of it, and I smiled to myself. Usually my muscles were tired from too much exercise; this time, they were worn out from too much sex with a delicious billionaire.
Glancing to his side of the bed, I frowned at finding it empty.
Where had he gotten to?
Freeing myself from the bed, I helped myself to one of Blake’s t-shirts. A navy one that only just covered my naked ass.
Walking from Blake’s bedroom into the living area, I spotted him sitting out on the porch on one of the wide chairs, staring out over the ocean. He was in nothing but a pair of black boxers, the sight making my pulse race.
“Hey, you,” I said, stepping out onto the porch and moving towards him.
He smiled at the sight of me, and the second I was in reach, he pulled me down onto his lap, his arms coming around my waist.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed food and hydration, so I got up to order room service.”
I grinned down at him. “Working you too hard, am I?”
He tilted his face towards me. “Just the right amount.”
He pressed his mouth to mine in a soft, sensual kiss and my insides lit up at the feel of him.
When we broke apart, he rested his head on my shoulder, both of us staring out over the ocean.
“I got you some food if you’re hungry,” Blake said, shifting me closer on his lap. “I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I got one of everything. Even asked them to bring everything from the breakfast menu, too.”
Gratitude flooded me, and I twisted in his lap until I was straddling him.
“While I appreciate the food.” I dipped my mouth to his throat, sucking hard on his skin and making him shudder. “I’m in the mood for something with a little more spice.”
I kissed him, hard and slow, showing him just how badly I wanted him again.
His strong hands gripped my waist, grinding me down on the hard length of him through his boxers. Then he slipped a finger between us, dipping it inside me.
“Jesus, Honor, you’re already soaking wet.”
I shrugged, not removing my mouth from his. “That’s what the mere thought of being with you does to me.”
His hands stilled. “We need to go inside. I don’t have a condom out here.”
I shook my head. “I’m on the pill, and there’s no way in hell I want to stop right now.”
He groaned against my mouth, and tugged his boxers down far enough to free his hard length. He sprung up, pressing against my clit.
I moaned at the contact, Blake moving my hips over him.
“You ready for me, baby?”
I nodded, already too lost in the feel of him to use words.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me enough that he could line up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
I slowly sank down on him until I was fully seated, both of us groaning in unison.
We moved together, slow and sensual, my body alight at the feeling of him inside me like this.
“You’re so perfect for me, Honor. So goddamn perfect.”
His lips moved over my throat, sucking and licking at my skin, as his cock slid in and out of me.
He thrust up suddenly, impaling me and I cried out.
“Oh my god, Blake.”
He bit down on my neck, slowly moving inside me again. “That’s it, baby, say my name.”
“Blake,” I whispered against his hair. “Blake, Blake, Blake, oh my god.”
We’d already done this so many times now, but they’d been desperate or exploratory or passionate. This time was sweet and slow, and just for us.
Pleasure built inside me, ready to send me toppling over the edge.
“You going to come for me, Honor?” Blake gripped my hips tighter, a strain in his voice like he was trying to hold back.
“Yes,” I breathed, letting myself fall.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my fingers dug into Blake’s shoulders. He let out his own groan of pleasure, spilling into me right as my orgasm flowed through me.
Our bodies locked as our pleasure spread, our panting breaths filling the silence.
I leaned into Blake, dropping my head to his shoulder. He wrapped both arms around me, hands splayed on my back.
“A part of me wishes we could stay like this forever. On vacation, I mean. Nothing but infinite time,” I murmured against him, fighting the fatigue trying to overtake me.
While we still hadn’t stopped our marathon sex fest to really talk about what this was or had the potential to be between us, I still knew the moment this was all over and we went back to our real lives, that it would be the end of us.
And my stomach clenched with sadness at the thought.
“I wish that, too,” Blake whispered against my hair.
Then he held onto me as he got to his feet—my body still wrapped around his—and carried me inside.