Unseen Messages(111)

“I wish I hadn’t stopped.” I licked my lower lip. “I wish I’d taken your hand and led you away from the camp to finish together. I want you, G. I’m sick of trying to deny it.”

I didn’t make a sound as his lips touched my hairline. His breath warmed my scalp. And his body unravelled every fear and restraint I had left.

Sighing heavily, I gave into him, melting into his embrace.

“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.” He kissed my eyelids. “Never been so bloody desperate to be with anyone as much as I am with you.” He kissed my cheeks. “I’m going to have you, Stel. I’m going to claim you, satisfy you, corrupt you.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m going to seduce you, and once you’re thoroughly seduced, I’m never going to let you leave me.”

His gaze shot bullets into my mind.

“Can I kiss you?”

My lips tingled in invitation and surrender. “I feared you’d never ask.”

His height towered over me, but his neck bent with grace and purpose, bringing his mouth to mine.

Every cell relocated in my lips, transforming into mirrors and prisms, desperate for his reflection.

He paused one final time. “I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. Not this time.”

A moan caught in the back of my throat as my breasts pressed against his chest. The tatty grey t-shirt he wore was sun-faded and wave-ruined, but he’d never looked more handsome. Everything—from his overgrown sorrel hair to his soft beard and stark cheekbones.

I’d never been so attracted to anyone.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“So are you...”

He kissed me.

His lips were softer than rabbit fur, softer than satin pillows. Kissing Galloway was like snipping the anchors holding me on earth and floating in utter sweetness.

But then his hands came up and captured my cheeks. His feet came forward and imprisoned my body. And his lips lost their soft sweetness, turning into something entirely lost.

“G—” I panted as his kiss became stronger, faster, wilder. The taste of desperation laced our senses while our tongues tried to memorize every slippery sensation.

The explosion of liquorice and musky passion drugged me until my fingers scrambled at his clothing, dying to touch his flaming skin and put an end to my self-inflicted misery.

I moaned as he clutched me harder.

I cried out as his teeth replaced his lips, nipping their way from my mouth to my throat.

My back arched, my body swayed, giving up all control. I didn’t want to fight. Not anymore.

But then, we were moving.

Galloway’s fingers tugged my bikini top, freeing the black triangles, pulling the useless apparel away from my sex-swollen body.

His mouth tore away from my neck, his eyes transformed into blue-silver beacons matching the sunrise for spectacular beauty.

I followed his lead, gasping as the warm tide washed away the sand on my feet, quickly licking up my calves.

I shivered as Galloway bent his knees and took my nipple into his mouth. My hands flew up, fingers threading like music notes into his hair, holding his face close.

His teeth nipped, my body turned liquid, matching the waves with moisture. And something happened, something that had never happened before.

I lost sense of time, of space, of right and wrong.

I forgot about Conner and Pippa and the crash and the island and the fact I might never see my home again.

All I knew, all I cared about, was the trembling, aching man in my arms and the magical ability our bodies had to delete everything with pleasure.

Letting me go, Galloway tore off his t-shirt and yanked at the Velcro holding his board-shorts. He was nothing but heat and crazy and yearning. But beneath his molten smoulder, he looked at me as if I’d broken yet another piece of him. I’d shattered whatever walls he’d erected and stood in the rubble of his mind. He looked broken but also cured.

I fell and fell.

I fell from disaster and found salvation in his hold.

His erection sprung free as he kicked his board-shorts to languish on the tide’s surface. He was past caring for the safety of his limited wardrobe. “Come here.” His arm snaked out, lassoing me to his body as his fingers unthreaded the black bows on my hips.

The final piece of my bikini came away, and we stood before each other, painted with russets and apricots of the new sun.

I licked my lips as he hoisted me up. Instinctually, my legs wrapped around his hips, pressing myself against the hardness I desperately wanted.

The thought of condoms and contraception flickered and snuffed out. If we did this, we wouldn’t do it with prior conversation of past lovers or health history. We did this out of trust and agreement that we came together bare—both body and soul.

His muscles bunched where he held me, his face tortured with patience and want.

This wasn’t the time for long sensory overloads. This was the time to feed our ravenous hunger and give in.

Holding his gaze, I reached between us and grabbed his cock.

He jerked, biting his lip.

Our eyes screamed everything we couldn’t say as I silently arched in his hold and positioned him at my entrance.

His jaw sewed tight as I achingly slowly slid onto him. My legs spasmed around his hips, my vision spluttered to greys and shadows as the blissful joy echoed from my core.