Love, Comment, Subscribe by Cathy Yardley

CHAPTER 44

A few days and some rescheduled flights later, Tobin found himself standing in a hotel room, thousands of miles from Ponto. “So this is Australia.” He looked out the window. “It’s dark.”

Lily hit him with a pillow. “It’s two in the morning,” she said. “We should at least try to sleep, or you’re never going to get used to the time change.”

“I slept on the plane,” he said. “Sort of. And now I’m wired. I don’t even know what day it is.”

It was always like this—he always took a few days to get leveled out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it with someone else, though. Certainly not with a girlfriend.

He smiled. Girlfriend. He liked the sound of that.

He went over to the bed, stripping off his clothes in the process, gratified when Lily’s smirk slipped and her gaze went hot. “What?” he said coyly, smiling as innocently as possible. “I’m just trying to get some sleep, like you said.”

“If you really think you’re going to get naked and then just go to sleep,” Lily said with a purring growl that shot right to his groin, “then you have got another thing coming.”

“Is it thing?” he said. “Or is it another think coming? That’s how I’ve always—mmrph!”

He was quickly silenced by Lily tackling him, and he burst out laughing. “Shhhh!” she said, covering his mouth with her soft palm. “We’ve got neighbors.”

“You started it,” he hissed back and promptly tugged at her little nightie. She wriggled out of both that and her panties until she was just as naked as he was. The sensation of her, pressed and hot against him, was just what he thought heaven would feel like. “Did I mention how much I missed you? Not just for this, but . . . well, this is awesome.”

She kissed him ravenously, to the point where he felt light headed. She pulled away, panting for breath. “I missed you too,” she rasped, stroking his chest. He cupped her breasts, and she arched her back, rubbing against the most sensitive part of him.

“Whoa, whoa.” He held her hips as they rocked against him. “I need to get a condom.” Then he felt his muscles tense, and not in the good way. “Shit. Condoms. I never packed any.”

“You didn’t?”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on having sex with anyone,” he pointed out, and he saw her amused expression soften. She kissed him again, tenderly.

“Lucky for you,” she whispered in his ear, “I happened to pack some. Quite a few, actually.”

He groaned. “See? You are wickedly organized. That is so hot.”

“Stick with me,” she said, then rolled over, scrambling off the bed delightfully naked, perfectly pert ass swaying like she knew he was watching her. She went to her (perfectly matched) luggage, opening a (perfectly packed) set of toiletries and whatnot. She pulled out a box of condoms before grabbing a handful of the foil packets and dropping them on the nightstand.

Little did she know, he had every intention of sticking with her for as long as she’d let him. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone. In a million years, he never would have expected it to be Lily—but now that they were together, it seemed like his entire life had led him to this moment, this woman.

“I love you,” he said as she handed him a condom.

“I know.” She smiled as he got himself sheathed. “I love you too.”

“No more death threats, then?” he asked.

“Hey, no promises,” she said, straddling him and kissing him again. He could feel her nipples, pebbled with excitement, brushing down his chest. He groaned against her lips, loving the little mewling sounds she was making as she wriggled against him, smooth hot skin sliding against his. He forced himself not to grip her hips too hard, to let her direct the action. This was her show, and he was just glad she was letting him be a part of it.

She reached down, positioning him, a move that made him gasp. Then he felt her lower herself onto him. She felt impossibly, unbelievably tight.

“Missed you,” she said, her breathing harsh.

“Take your time,” he said, gritting his teeth himself. It felt incredible, but he didn’t want her to hurt herself. Still, it also felt like torture, since she was sinking down slowly, centimeter by centimeter.

When she was finally fully seated, resting on his hips, she shivered, and he felt it like a live wire. She tilted her head back, stretching out like a cat. Then, like a dancer, she twisted slowly. Her hips moved like goddamned Shakira, sinuous and deliberate, and he felt his eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, unable to stop his hips from punching up slightly.

When he pried his eyes open, he saw her smiling down at him, her eyes half-mast. When she stroked her own breasts, his mouth went dry. Then she grabbed his hands from her hips, smoothing them up to replace hers. He kneaded gently, and she gasped, gyrating slowly.

“God, Lils,” he said, his hips rising. She started riding him more deliberately, pulling up almost completely off him, then rocking back down. Her hips began to snap, and her breathing was completely composed of sharp, moan-laced gasps.

“Tobin,” she breathed, grabbing his shoulders, giving herself more leverage as she thrust herself down on his cock. “Oh, God, oh, please . . .”

“Ngh,” he groaned, meeting every one of her motions with his own. What had started out graceful was quickly turning into almost clumsy, frantic grasping—like they couldn’t help themselves, could barely control the movements of their bodies. They were doing everything they could to fuse themselves closer together, to become one person.

He felt it, the tightness settling just behind his balls, and he breathed as deeply as he could, taking in her scent. “Baby, I’m gonna come soon,” he pleaded. “But I’m waiting for you.”

She nodded, showing she had heard him. She moved with determination, her breathing speeding and going sharp and staccato. He could feel it, and the excitement made his body respond. He shifted, making sure his cock dragged just where she needed it.

Her eyes flew wide open. “Tobin!”

She shuddered convulsively, and he could feel her gripping around him. It shoved him over the edge, and he came, gasping, his body shaking and jolting into her as she clenched her thighs against his waist.

After what seemed like forever, she collapsed on top of him. He waited to catch his breath, then withdrew, already missing her heat. Missing her . . . even though she was right there with him.

“I am so glad,” she said, out of breath, “that I came with you.”

He looked at her, making sure that he heard her right. Then he burst out laughing, which he had to hide with a pillow when Lily shushed him.

“I don’t mean that,” she said, shaking her head but grinning. “I mean . . . came with you here. To Australia. On vacation.”

He smiled, pushing a sweaty lock of hair away from her face. “I am too,” he said.

“And it’s okay that I’m only staying two weeks?”

He nodded. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be,” he said. “But we can keep in touch over Skype or whatever. And I promise I will see you as soon as I get home.”

She sighed, nuzzling his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out,” she said. “Even if we don’t plan it.”

He smiled. “Hell, yeah, we will,” he agreed, then kissed her on top of her head.