“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He’s still kissing me as his hand reaches into the picnic basket where he fumbles for a condom. He goes back on his knees, and I watch him roll the condom over his straining cock, his own evident desire only upping my need.
“That’ll make two of us,” he whispers as he gets into position and penetrates my drenched sex in a few hard thrusts that make me tremble, my body poised to jump into sweet release. “Wait for me,” he begs as he cups my cheek, his thumb tracing my lips and dipping into my mouth, caressing my tongue. His gaze locks with mine, and I know the depth of his feelings reflect in my eyes. I stare back and he drops his forehead to mine as he catches up and I can’t hold back anymore. Our intense connection peaks, leaving me breathless and trembling, clutching him tight where he’s gathered our hands above my head, his weight on me as I’ve trapped him with my legs.
That was intense. There’s a sheen of sweat on our skins and he’s breathing hard as he rolls to the side, taking me along. Things I’ve learned this past weekend: Raiden loves to be buried in me for as long as possible. He loves looking into my eyes as we come, preferably together, opening us both to a type of vulnerability I’ve never experienced with anybody before. And he loves stroking my cheek as we come down, just like he’s doing now, in a touch so tender it makes my body overflow with love.
“Beach sex, one-oh-one,” he says with a lopsided grin as he slips out of my body.
“Can’t wait for two-oh-one.”
“Tomorrow.”
We laugh and he kisses me tenderly one last time before he sits up.
“That’s a very thoughtful basket you’ve packed today,” I observe as he disposes of the condom in some napkins.
“I’m all for planning.”
“All those big plans… I like this addition to our schedule.” I peek into the basket to see what else he’s packed us, and soon we’re munching away on Raiden’s sandwiches that come as laden as a New York pastrami.
When we’re done, he digs out my book from the bottom of the basket.
“You brought this along?” I ask.
“Yes, so you can work on your tan.” He traces a line down from my collarbone to my breast where a bikini line is fading, and I shiver at his touch.
“May will be delighted.” I still recall how May reprimanded Raiden weeks ago about keeping me too busy in the barn to get any sun.
He presses a demure kiss to my shoulder. “I will be delighted.”
I settle back and he turns on his stomach to relax in the sun, but after five minutes I put my book down and turn on my side.
“Raiden…”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me how this ends?” This weekend has been too perfect. This morning and this moment here with him too. It’s all so perfect that it can’t last. Not with the luck I have.
He raises up on his elbows and looks at me. “I have my version of how I’d like this to end, but there is this thing called reality.”
That sucks already. “Let me hear your version.”
“We win the tiny house competition and get an influx of orders from around the US. I rent out Uncle Bill’s barn and he gets to keep his old one for another year, and we build tiny houses until we can afford our own workshop.” He reaches for my hand. “As for the rest, we’ll see how we get along after we’ve got a few more builds under our belt.”
“We haven’t strangled each other yet.”
“Nope.” He leans in and presses kisses up the valley between my breasts to my neck. “Way too sweet, way too pretty, with way too much warm Miami heart. You started crawling into mine from day two, as soon as you threatened to walk out.”
His words knot me up with love and I close in on him for a kiss.
“And if we don’t win?” Every now and again this possibility hits me, and I hate the feeling of dread that comes with it.
“There’ll be a lot of exposure at the expo, so either way, I hope to get enough traction to get a loan and start my own building business. Tiny houses, cottages on the lake, houses, whatever. I’d love to move back to Ashleigh Lake and be close to Uncle Bill and Aunt May and help them out on the farm. Hunter wants to expand, and they could do with an extra hand on the side.”
“You’re done with Boston then?”
“I think I’ve served my time.”