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I hum, wrapping my arms around her. That sounds like a fantastic plan. But we can’t. “Nope. We’re hang gliding this morning.” She shoots up, her perky breasts on wonderful display, right in front of my face. Plans can change, right?
“Really?” She squeals in delight. “Hey there hot stuff. My eyes are up here.”
“You can’t fault me. You practically stuck one right in my mouth.” I grab the right one, her nipple pebbling. She slaps my hand, scooting away from me.
“That’s not quite how it went.” She laughs, pushing off the bed to stand. “When are we going?”
I roll on my back and adjust my hard dick in my underwear. Another problem waking up next to her, my morning wood edges on the side of painful. We had sex so many times yesterday; I thought for sure we fucked the desire out of it. At least for a few hours. But then she had to pop her boobs in my face. That’s like offering a dog a steak dinner. And now I’m famished.
She walks to the bathroom, her black lace cheeky panties the only thing on. I groan. “You’re killing me, Tink.”
Peeking out of the bathroom, her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. She pulls it out. “What am I doing,” she slurs, toothpaste almost coming out. She snaps her mouth closed and holds up a finger.
Yeah, seeing white stuff fill her mouth, so much she can’t talk isn’t helping my dick become soft. At all. I throw the covers off me in frustration and march past her in the bathroom. She stares at me in the mirror with a lifted brow. I step into the shower and turn it on full blast. Ice cold water hits me, causing me to pull in a quick breath.
“You okay?” she asks, glancing into the walk-in shower. “Brrr. That water is cold.” She steps back.
“Exactly,” I quip. If I didn’t want to see the sunrise from a hang glider, I’d be back in bed, warm and satisfied.
The memory of when I threw Sydney in the pool comes jarring back. The water was ice cold then too. She thinks it was because she was messing with me. And that part is why she joined me, but watching her swing her ass, dancing and singing all night was sexy as hell. She had kissed me earlier that day in a bout of adrenaline after skydiving. It took one taste for me to acquire an addiction but I knew Damon had eyes for her so I was trying to quench the flames building inside of me.
It didn’t go as planned. She ended up in my bed, subsequently ruining my life for the next year. Hindsight, I should have fought for her. But fuck, it was one night. Who finds their soulmate after being with them one night?
This son-of-a-bitch, that’s who.
And here she is now, making me the happiest man on earth. Life is exhausting sometimes, but she’s worth every agonizing breath I took because of her.
Watching Sydney experience hang gliding was better than the view itself. Her excitement level should be one of the Wonder’s of the World. It made me excited and jumping out of planes or hang gliding doesn’t get me excited anymore. It’s more of a release. But seeing it through Sydney’s eyes makes me want to experience everything over again, with her by my side.
“That was incredible!” She launches into my arms after we give the guys our gear, her body wraps around me and she slams her mouth down on mine. I open, taking full control of the kiss I so desperately wanted to give her a couple hours ago before we left. I will take everything she has to give me, selfishly and greedy, without any question. I’ve never been so consumed by one person. It’s fucking unhealthy, but I can’t stop. She’s my cocaine, an unstoppable craving that isn’t satisfied until I devour her.
I wrap her silky strands, heated from the sun, through my fingers and tug so she pulls back. Her lips curl up. “Were you thinking what I was just thinking?” she whispers.
I hope so.
“Marry me?” I murmur.
Her pupils dilate with her widened eyes, but her smile stays. I guess that isn’t what she was thinking. Her eyes move back and forth between mine looking for validity. She doesn’t have to look far. She knows I would never ask if I didn’t mean it. And I fucking meant it. Every word. Every letter. Every syllable.
“Yes.”
It’s my turn to search her eyes. “Do you mean it,” I ask, hesitantly.
She nods her head. “Yes, Max. I’ll marry you.”
I nuzzle my nose into her neck. A tidal wave of relief rushes through me. A laugh escapes my lips as the insanity of the moment catches up to me. I just asked Sydney to marry me. No ring. No knee. Just the words. Why the hell did she say yes? She deserves better than that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t plan this better but I feel like I’ve wasted enough time.”
“It was perfect.”
“No. You’re perfect. In every way. I love you, Tink.”
“So, what were you thinking about?” I ask her as we lounge outside. She asked for an afternoon to do nothing except lay by the pool. After the energy of the morning died off, we were both spent.
She rolls her head, glancing over at me, her sunglasses taking up half her face. “When?”
“This morning after we kissed. You asked me if I was thinking the same thing you were.”
