Secrets We Hunt (One Night #2)(16)

“I can’t,” she moans, her legs still trying to move away from me. “It’s enough.” Her breath picks up, and I can tell she’s close again; she’s just holding back.

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” I tell her, meeting her eyes. “You’ve had enough control. Now, come for me. Let go. Give me what I crave, Little Doe.”

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I suck on that little nub over and over again, running my tongue along it each time. She gives up the fight, leaning her entire weight on my face and both of her hands grabbing and yanking on the strands of my hair. Her hips begin to grind down on me as she chases her third orgasm.

Our eyes meet as she comes again, her teeth biting on her plump lower lip while she tries to contain her moans. I lick her center until she can’t take it anymore, and I let her fall off me, landing on the bed next to me. She’s panting and in a heap of awkward angles with the biggest grin on her face.

“I think you’ve ruined me, too,” she admits, rolling over and adjusting herself so that she’s lying with her head on my chest. I pull her to me and kiss her head.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to come with you,” I tell her. I don’t let my voice betray the nerves I feel. I only have tonight to convince her, and she needs to get over whatever shit is in her head that’s holding her back.

“Wesley,” she groans, rolling away from me and off the bed. “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” she asks as she makes her way to the attached bathroom. I hear the shower start before she reappears. “Can I use your stuff, please?”

Instead of telling her where it is, I get up to get it for her, planning to use it as an excuse to come shower with her. She isn’t getting away from this conversation no matter how hard she tries. I collect my stuff from my bag and motion for her to get back in the bathroom as I push my own way in. She rolls her eyes and huffs but opens the shower door and climbs in anyway.

“Talk to me,” I tell her as I climb in after her and begin to help her pull her hair up and out of the way of the water, tying it off with the hair tie I keep on my wrist.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” She sighs and holds out her hand for the bottle of soap. I ignore her and begin to lather her up myself, turning her around to face the water so that I can rub her shoulders and neck. “We don’t even know who each other is anymore,” she groans. “You don’t know me. There’s too much time between us now. You’re all hyped up on orgasms and endorphins. Not to mention, Wes, you have a job back home. You can’t just quit your job and come with me.”

“I wouldn’t quit my job,” I tell her, moving my hands further down her back, working on her tight muscles. “I would take a leave of absence and travel with you for a while. We would get to know each other again and have lots of sex,” I say, swatting her ass softly. “I have enough saved up that I would be able to live comfortably with you for a few months before I needed to go back.”

She’s quiet, and I can tell she’s debating whether or not she wants to believe me. I give her a moment, continuing to make my way around her body with my hands before rinsing her off and starting on myself.

“You seem very confident,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist and leaning into me while I wash my hair.

“I am.”

“What if you get sick of me? Or we can’t stand each other anymore and just start to fight the whole time?”

“Zo?,” I laugh, looking down at her. “You act like if you agree to this, there’s no out, like I’m trapping you.” Which, I kind of am. I don’t plan on letting her go. Ever. “If that were to happen, I would just leave. If at any time it isn’t working, I can just fly home.”

Her fingers work their way up and down my back, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin. She leans her forehead on my chest, the water running over me and onto her.

“You may as well just say yes.” She looks up at me confused. “I’ve already decided you’re mine and that I’m coming with you. So if you don’t want me lurking in the background, stalking you everywhere you go, you should just say yes and let me travel with you instead of behind you.”

“Creep!” she squeals, laughing and slapping me on the chest.

Oh, she thinks I’m kidding.

“Fine, Wes,” she says, her tone evening out. “Fine. You can come with me. But if at any time I want you to leave…”

“I leave.”





CHAPTER TWELVE





I wake up to roll over, reaching out and searching for Zo?’s warmth, but the sheets beside me are cold. Instantly, I’m sitting up, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness. She’s not in bed with me anymore, and I roll over to check the time. It’s four in the morning; I’ve barely been asleep for a few hours.

“Zo??” I whisper, wondering if maybe she’s in the bathroom, not wanting to turn the light on to wake me up. There’s no answer after a moment, so I try asking for her a bit louder. Nothing. My stomach is in knots. I know she isn’t in this room.

I know she isn’t on this fucking boat.

“Fuck’s sake, Zo?,” I growl, crawling quickly out of bed and throwing on some clothes before stomping out of my room and down the hallway to Jack’s. They’re probably going to kill me, but she isn’t getting away again. I’m not letting it happen.