Rogue Wave by Isabel Jolie (reading eggs books txt) 📕

I pushed her down on the bed and crawled up her delectable body, kissing and sucking and biting my way up those long, toned legs to her apex. She lifted her hips to allow me to remove those prim and proper panties. And then I tasted her. Fuck, it had been so long. So long since I’d made her come with my tongue. Seen her body squirm as my fingers worked away on her. Heard her moan and twist and felt her quiver. So long since she chanted, “Th, th, th, th…Tate.” Our acoustic musical melody.

I grinned as she fell apart, then kissed my way up along her body, bit her nipple until she squealed and spread her legs wide, wrapping them around me, welcoming me in. Her warmth and tightness encapsulated my throbbing cock, and fuck, she felt like home. We felt too fucking good, too right.

“Fuck, Luna. You feel so good, so tight. If you keep moving like that, I’m…” And then she tilted those hips up more as her fingers slid down and coaxed right above our joining. The sight of her working her clit combined with her moans and the tremors kneading my cock was all too much, and I exploded, pulsing deep into her.

I collapsed onto her, gasping for air. Kissed her shoulder, her neck, the soft skin below her ear.

“That was too fast. Sorry.”

“I came, too.” She ran her fingers to my hair and brushed her lips against mine. “It was perfect.”

We held each other, with soft, slow touches. Relearning our way around each other, as if neither of us could believe we were once again tangled together.

Once our heartrates had calmed, I pulled a light blanket over us and settled her onto my chest. I combed her hair with my fingers. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

She lifted her head, studied me, then bent down and bit me.

“Ow.”

“Could have fooled me,” she scolded. “What the fuck, Tate? A note? No text? How is that remotely okay?”

A weight fell heavily over me. How to explain the detachment I fell into when away? As if I slipped through a portal to another world. It felt monumentally difficult to communicate to the other side. She waited for my response.

“I thought the note was best.”

She pinched me, and I squirmed then caught her hand. “In retrospect, it was selfish. Cowardly. I didn’t want to say goodbye to you, Luna. Not ever. It felt too difficult. And then, when I was away, I missed you too much. It felt easier to shut it down and block it out.”

“Block what? Emotions?”

I teased her hair, combing out the knots.

“Yes…I suppose. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, Luna.” I wanted her forever, but I loved her too much to lock her down when she had so much to live for, so many choices to make.

“You know that goes two ways, right?” She raised her head so she could look me in the eye. I loved looking into those eyes, observing the varying shades, from day to night. Holding her in my arms, a contentment fell over me, an ease and warmth I’d missed. For me, she was perfection. But, for her, while it might feel good to her, I had no business destroying her dreams.

“That’s a point we’ll need to agree to disagree on. One day, you’ll see. You’re going to want to be with a younger guy, someone who is free to do everything you’re supposed to do in your twenties. You have no business being saddled down with an old guy and his teenage daughter.”

She slapped her hand against me, and the loudness of her skin against mine in the quiet of the cottage startled us both. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

I lifted the offending hand and kissed her fingers. “It didn’t hurt.”

“Good.” She dropped a kiss to my chest. “Now, as far as this notion of yours that I’m going to dump you for a younger guy…I don’t know what to do with that. But I was with a younger guy while you were away, and I still wanted you.”

“You dated someone?” I wrapped a long strand of hair around my finger as I absorbed her words.

“My high school boyfriend. Brandon. He moved back home. To Florida.”

My lungs deflated. Jealousy twirled. An irrational response. We were apart. I had known, had been aware, at her age, she’d move on. A faint light glinted across her ceiling.

“Brandon and I…” I froze. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else since you. If that’s what you’re worried about, you know, since we just, you know, without a condom.”

That hadn’t been where my thoughts had gone at all. I hated the idea of any other man touching her.

“Brandon, he—”

“Stop. Don’t tell me.”

“I couldn’t forget about you. Brandon and my sister tried to get me to go out on a date or two, but I had no interest.”

Conflicting emotions swirled. A caveman desire to tell her she couldn’t date anyone else, she couldn’t be with anyone else, fought with a childish impulse to push her away and punish her for dating. But her naked form pressed against mine. The internal and the external clashed. Too much to take. “I’ve got to get going.”

She draped her leg over mine and straddled me. Comprehension of my emotional state eluded her. The proximity of her still wet center had my cock twitching.

“Don’t do that.”

“I need to go.”

“Don’t block me out.”

“That’s not what—”

“Listen.” She blocked my words with a finger pressed to my lips. “Too many relationships end because there’s too much worry about what will be. Don’t do that. Give us a chance.”

I flipped her over onto her back to gain control. Those dark eyes glistened. I dipped my head and traced kisses down her neck, over her beating heart. She skimmed her calf along my thigh.

“Do you agree?” she prompted. I’d almost forgotten what we were talking about.

“No worry? Focus on now?” I asked. She grinned.