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“Grant, there is no man I want more than you. No one I want to fuck so thoroughly. No one who turns me on like you.”
My chest tightens with need. With desire. But none of it is sexual. All of it is real.
Grant Blackwood is my undoing because he gets me. He understands me. He gives more of himself to me than anyone ever has.
“Being your first was incredible. Sex with you was incredible,” I add.
“I’m not more experienced than you in some things. Because with you, I feel like I’m experiencing everything for the first time too,”
“I am so crazy for you, Grant. I don’t know what happened in the last few days, but that’s how I feel. Out-of-my-mind crazy. I know this has to end, but I don’t want it to end. I want you to be mine,”
“I’m falling so fucking hard for you,” he says, and that’s it. I’m just done. I’m too far gone. I grab him, kiss him, and give him everything I can. For now. Because that’s all we have.
We are impossible. “But at least we have one more day,” I whisper. Too bad I wish tomorrow wouldn’t come.
Tonight is my one last time with the man I’m falling in love with. Tonight, we end.
Love is hard when it comes at the wrong time.”
“Are you just going to tease me all night, or are you going to let me fuck you?”
“But come November, all that stuff you’re doing, like reading on the beach?” I lift my face, meet his eyes. “Do it with me.”
“I waited years for a guy like you. I can wait all season for you,” he says, his voice stitched with a vulnerability that cracks my heart wide open. “I’ll wait for you, rookie.”
“I’m falling for you. And I want to fuck and fall tonight.”
“You want me to taste you everywhere, Deck? Lick you all over? Fuck your ass with my tongue?”
“Fuck me, rookie. I’m yours.”
“More, give me more,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.
Then I sink deeper and deeper still, and holy fuck. I’m there. I’m inside my man. This is where I belong.
I’m fucking the man I’m in love with. And he’s fucking me right back.
“You feel incredible,” he moans, all soft and desperate. “I love the way you’re fucking me.”
Then, he’s right here with me, his mouth soft and tender, his lips seeking mine, somehow sealing all this impossibly hard, rough, passionate sex with a kiss that reminds me this is not the end. It’s a whole new beginning.
“Think about it. I don’t want to put any pressure on you. But the truth is, I’m going to miss you so fucking much. And a little bit of Grant is better than none.”
Declan: This is killing me, Grant. You have to know. But making plans was a mistake. We can’t do this. Any of this, including November. Miami is a bad idea.
