Page 149 of Dream Chaser

“I fucking don’t want this to end.” I pressed a kiss to her neck. “Ever. I want you with me every day.” I licked my way up to her ear. “Every night. I’ve never”—I tightened my arms around her until her breasts pressed against my chest—“felt this way.”

“Ale.” Nova tilted her head back, letting me rain kisses over her throat.

I bit it gently, thrusting in and out of her, drunk on her scent, urged by her moans.

Her pussy clamped around my cock. She gasped, squeezing me as she trembled in my arms.

“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Come for me.”

I wouldn’t last much longer. Couldn’t when she felt like this, still spasming around my length as I slowed without stopping completely.

She rolled her hips, and my breath hitched. “Fuck, just like that.”

My spine tingled. A shudder rolled through me as pleasure burst, spreading through every cell of my body.

Panting, I moved Nova’s hair off her face.

She leaned into my palm, eyes drifting shut. “I don’t want this to end, either.”

I gathered her into my arms. She slid hers around my torso, nestling into me.

“It won’t,” I whispered, my fingers coasting over her skin. “Not if I can help it.”

Once our breaths slowed, I got rid of the condom and helped her get dressed, then switched on the heating.

Nova curled next to me in the backseat as a slow Spanish song floated through the speakers. The rain still pelted the car. So much for watching the sunset on the beach.

“I’m sorry we had to cut the walk short,” I said, playing with Nova’s hair.

She glanced up. “Did you hear me complain?”

“No.” I brushed her lips with mine. “But I had a plan. Didn’t count on the rain.”

“So, car sex wasn’t the plan? Seemed thought through to me. Even the weather assisted.”

My pulse slowed, then sped as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small box. “This was the plan. For you.”

Nova’s pupils widened, then she sat straight. “Ale?”

“Open.”

Nestled on the velvet cushions were two gold chains with our initials. The necklaces we got in Costa Rica were special in their own way, but I wanted Nova to have this. I wanted her to wear it, or at least keep it and think of me.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispered, a pink hue bursting on her cheeks. “Can you help me put mine on?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure. Turn around.”

She gathered her hair up, and I slipped the chain around her neck, then laid a kiss on the back of it and fastened the clasp.

She rubbed the tiny letter between her fingertips. “Do you want me to help you with yours?”

“I do. Please.”

She took my chain from the box and secured it around my neck. “More fitting for a boss than seashells.” She kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Ale.”

“Don’t.” I ran my thumb along her jaw. “I wanted you to have something that’d remind you of me.”

And I didn’t want to push her toward a more formal commitment before she was ready.