Page 44 of Crash into me

He looks at me so deeply that it makes my heart thump in my chest. “Promise me.” He demands.

A tear trickles down my cheek. “I promise.”

And those are the only words spoken. Every other exchange is primal, heated, romantic.

He dips his palm to hold the nape of my neck, his full lips meeting mine in a delectable, heated kiss. Our tongues dance together, our bodies attached.

It’s longing tension meets reality, the sheer truth that we don’t ever have to part again.

I wrap my legs around him, enjoying the way the waves move my hips and rock me back and forth against his hard length.

I kiss his neck as his hands sink through my hair. The taste of salty air against his inked skin sends shivers to my core.

Without a word, he brings us both to the shoreline. Carrying me out of the water in his strong arms. The sand under the blanket molds around the shapes of our bodies as he climbs between my legs.

His hands roam every inch of me, mine doing the same for him. This is feral, the way his teeth sink into my flesh as his inked fingers grip my underwear, ripping them apart. He does the same to my bra, tearing and clawing at everything that comes between my body and his.

He slides inside of me, grunting with relief. His cock pulsates as he fills me, and I tip my head back, relishing in the feeling I never thought I would receive again.

Tears spill down my cheeks, and when I look to him, I notice his are doing the same as his thrusts become more passionate, deeper. I can feel all of him, his body connecting with mine.

His body claiming me.

I need to claim him too. I place my palms on his chest, pushing him back to sit on the ground. My legs straddle him and as he sinks inside me, it feels deeper than it ever has before.

A wave of euphoric pleasure surrounds me as I bounce on top of him, his lips parting as he moans my name softly. Foster keeps his hands on my hips, helping to move me on top of his cock.

I rake my nails across his back, feeling the heat that radiates from his body as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Like he can’t wait any longer, he flips me back over.

His head dips back as he thrust faster, rolling his hips. The waves do their best to cover my moans, but nothing can penetrate the way my lips part for him, the way my body reacts to his.

But I’m not the only one uncontrollably moaning; Foster is too. The sounds are more earthy, all growls and grunts.

The tide waves lap our feet as he pulls out. He strokes himself as he hovers over me, unloading himself all over my skin.

Afterwards, we fall back into the ocean, washing our bodies of all the past mistakes and starting anew. I throw my arms around his neck, looking into his midnight eyes. “Wreck me, destroy me, claim me. Just don’t ever let me leave again.”

His grip grows tighter, as if he’s answering my words with his strong touch.

We fall asleep under a twinkling blanket of stars wrapped in each other’s arms.

Carefree and completely oblivious about what’s to come.

20

The morning sun wakes us, but it’s a cool heat. It must be early.

I take a moment to center myself. Foster is splayed out on the sand, the soft blanket from his saddle bag underneath us. His dark hair’s a disheveled mess, his sharp jaw glimmering like a knife against the rising light.

I sketch his hard edges with my fingertips, worried that none of this was real.

I’ve been living a nightmare for so long that a sweet dream that’s the truth seems fictional.

His deep eyes open, and he touches my face, reminding me that this is all real.

“I can’t believe last night.” I exhale. A deep frown settles on his face; the events of last night rest on our shoulders heavily. “Who was that cop?”