i

e two steps backward until my back is pressed against the wall. His tongue laps at a little bead of sweat the air-condit

he eye. Sometime during the last few years, he started keeping the sides shaved and the top long enough to blow-dry into the perfect wa

e having? An earl

?" He bends at the wais

ha

ay? I wish you'd te

ine,"

robably does because, lately, my thoughts have been my own worst enemy. He

why did

e in the privacy of our own bedroom, Cannon probably would have touched me until I came apart beneath him. At least, I don

His expression is pained, maybe even a little confused, when he adds, "And...I d

too." I hate how he makes me feel like wanting him is wrong. That we're beyon

ith trying to deny how turned on he was. For a few

the floor. The hair tie comes out of my hair, and he massages my scalp with his fingertips.

eed, Piper. I'm sor

hing me," I tell him as a

he tear, just kisses it

per," he says

m afraid to shine a light on. Because, once I do, I don't know if Cannon will still be kissing away my tea

auses. Right away, I know he's mistaken my efforts this week. Wanting him has noth

if I'm ready yet, Piper. I wan

y, Cannon. I just ne

me ever comes, we'll discuss it again. But, right now, all I care about is us. Everything about Belize has been meant to bring us closer, to find our

a ba

a br

you, P

he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs

ur legs fo

e as they'll go. A low growl builds in his throat, and he can't get his swim trunks off quick

ence and tenderness that I ache for more friction. He stays buried

th, but he holds me still, his breathing alr

g, Piper,

ch time, a dance that's become as predictable and routine as the rest of my life. Every kis

stay. With my ass slightly off the bed, my hips tilted upward, and my thighs clenc

hat you wa

ven though I want it

est bounce. My nipples are so hard that all he'd have to do is f

around me, under

gripping him. Other than a few kisses on my lips every fe

Piper," he says thr

rock inside me, an