A Love Song for Always - Piper Lawson Page 0,32

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“Absolutely fucking nothing as long as we can do this.” Tyler’s voice is a dark promise before his wicked fingers press where I’m already aching for his touch.

I don’t need his satisfied groan to tell me I’m wet. The way those fingers penetrate me, sliding deep, filling me with a confidence bordering on arrogance.

His eyes change color. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”

My body tightens around him, and one of those sounds rips through my chest, muffled by his shoulder. “Tyler… don’t get me wrong, because this is hot—so damn hot…” I pant when his thumb presses against my swollen clit, taking my arousal up another thousand notches. “But I want more than this. It feels like we’re stealing moments, and this is supposed to be the time for us.”

His jaw works, his nostrils flaring as if he’s being punished by some invisible force. “I know. Soon.”

His tortured words land on my skin, melt there. Tyler knows it doesn’t heal what’s between us, and the fact that he doesn’t pretend it can makes it impossible to deny him.

Because if all I have with him right now is this moment at the edge of the world, our life on the other side of this catamaran, I’ll take it.

It’s never been about sex with Tyler. I’d love him even if we didn’t have a connection like this. But our connection leaves nothing untouched. He takes unrivaled satisfaction in claiming me inside and out.

My body, my heart, my soul.

I pull him out of his shorts, and his jaw clenches with need.

“In my mind, we’re in a bed,” he whispers. “It’s you and me and nothing but time.”

I shift down onto him, arching my back to take him. “Oh my God.” I hiccup a breath, fisting my hand in his hair.

My nails scrape his shoulders, the tattoos across his chest blurring into a haze of black lines as my vision blurs at the feel of him.

“I’m spending seconds as if we’re going to live forever. Taking you so slow you swear you’re going to come from the waiting alone.” He grinds me on him, around him, forcing my body to take him all the way in.

The low rasp of his breathing is unbearably sexy against the background of our friends laughing, the occasional shriek of a bird or of Sophie.

Tyler strokes into me, and I clench around him. My hands drag greedily up his abs, his pecs, and I lower my mouth to his neck.

He stumbles back until his shoulders hit the anchored boat. “But every time I touch you, every time I give you pleasure, you take a piece of me. And I want to make it last forever because I want you to see it in my eyes every time you do that.”

He lifts and lowers me on him, and I ride him as best I can. I rub my aching breasts against his chest. I can’t remember the last time I was this horny, but I’ve barely seen him all week.

It’s not enough.

“You feel so good,” I mumble against his ear.

He chuckles. “You have no idea.”

His hand strokes down my back, grabbing my ass and squeezing. I know exactly what he likes, and he knows me too.

It’s what makes this perfect. Worthwhile. No matter what else it going on for us, we’ll get through it. I have to trust in that.

As I rake my nails across his shoulders, as his strokes level out from shallow thrusts into long, purposeful motions, we chase each other toward the peak.

My head drops back. Blue sky, birds, ocean breeze.

And Tyler.

I’m there first, my body tightening around him.

“Yes, like that. Come for me,” he murmurs.

He’s there a moment later, his damp shoulders tight beneath my hands, his beautiful firm mouth parted in the face I alone get to see.

I memorize it, exalt in it. “More.”

He obliges, coming for what feels like forever inside me.

He’s leaning against the boat, the waves lapping against the side. I’m collapsed on him, my face buried in his shoulder, when noises from the boat above tear into my haze.

“Where are they?” comes a voice from the boat.

Shit.

Footsteps on the deck of the cat echo in my ears as Tyler and I lock gazes.

We spring apart, hoping it’s not too late.

If it is…

I will actually die.

17

“We have a problem.” Jax frowns as he looks over the side of the deck.

I take in Annie’s flushed face. I’m still coming down from the high, and whether or not we look like it,