Page 57 of Rise After Fall

They wave as they disappear inside.

I stand and extend a hand to Zoey and tug her to her feet.

She helps me gather the remnants of food and trash, and we secure them in the locked garbage bins before we, too, call it a night.

I follow her up the steps. “Do you need me to check and make sure there aren’t any bears hiding under your bed?” I ask as she taps in her code.

She glances back at me. “Are you looking for some lame-ass reason to join me in my cabana?” she asks.

“Yep.”

“Not that you’re particularly convincing or anything, but the party punch makes me a little more agreeable, and I’ve always wanted to make out with a sexy pirate,” she says as she grins and opens the door.

She turns to me and backs slowly into the room, beckoning me with her finger to follow.

I don’t hesitate.

Morris

Iget the door closed, and then we are all hands. Zoey pulls my flannel loose from my jeans as I guide us to the couch.

I sit down and tug her on top of me. She leans back as she continues her efforts to unbutton my shirt. Once it’s open, her mouth finds my chest, and she runs her hands down my back and around to my sides. I relax into the cushions and let her have complete control as she explores my skin, and I grow painfully hard beneath the weight of her. She starts to slowly move her hips against me, and I lay my head back against the couch and groan as I fight the urge to flip her onto her back and bury myself deep inside of her.

She moans, and I love the sound that lets me know she wants this as badly as I do.

The thread of restraint I’ve been clinging to snaps.

One second, her tongue is climbing the column of my throat as she writhes in my lap. The next second, I lace my hands under her ass and hoist her up as I stand to my feet, cradling her in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

“Taking you to bed before someone knocks on that damn door,” I growl as I head toward her bedroom.

I deposit her on the bed and quickly strip off my boots and jeans and toss them to the floor as she watches. Then, I feed my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. She rises so I can pull them down her legs, and she kicks them to the side. I move on top of her and take her mouth again.

She wraps her legs around my hips, and my hardness nestles against the warmth of her.

I use a finger to tug aside the loose neckline of her long-sleeved shirt so my mouth can reach her breast. I take a perfect pink nipple between my teeth and gently bite down. She cries out my name, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever heard.

She plants a foot, raises her hips, and circles them, seeking the contact she wants.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. My body is coiled tight and screaming to take her.

“Such an impatient girl,” I say as I push up to my knees.

Her legs fall open.

I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and leisurely slide them down her thighs.

She’s totally exposed to me and so damn ready for me. I take a moment to just look at her before I glide a finger through her wetness and watch as a shudder runs up her body.

I crawl back on top of her.

She rakes her fingernails down my back as I find her entrance and slowly move inside.

Finally.

I keep a steady-building pace. My eyes never leave hers—until she starts clawing at my skin and my control snaps and I can no longer hold back. She locks her knees to my sides, and I increase my pace. I can feel her muscles gripping me as her hips move urgently to meet every thrust.