I press play and Tenerife Sea starts to pour softly from my phone’s speaker. Turning, I pull Skyler to her feet and place my hands on either side of her face again before slowly pressing my lips to hers. I kiss her soft at first, the tear stains on her cheek reminding me of the pain we both felt just minutes ago, but then she starts to move with me, her mouth opening to let my tongue inside.

Her hands are in my hair and every touch clouds my head more, every kiss blinds me from the rest of the world. I grab the hem of her hoodie and gently pull it over her head. When I realize all that’s left is her bra underneath, I smile against her lips.

“Were you planning on taking this off at all tonight?”

“I was hoping you’d be the one to do it,” she breathes, biting her bottom lip a little.

I take my time slowly unbuttoning her jeans, my mouth still fixed on hers, before tugging them down around her ass, her thighs, and finally letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor. She backs up a little, her eyes locked on mine, and hooks her thumbs in the strap of her thong before slowly sliding it down her thighs. When it joins her jeans on the floor, she steps out of them and stands completely bare in front of me, her breasts pebbled in anticipation.

She crosses the short space between us and pulls my shirt up just enough to rub her hands along my abdomen, her fingertips just tracing the hem of my boxers. My eyes roll back at the touch and I quickly remove my shirt as she unties my board shorts. I pull them along with my boxers down to my feet and kick them to the side. And then we’re both standing there, completely exposed, our breaths heavy in our chests. Something in the room feels different this time. Neither of us is in a rush. We’re desperate to touch each other, but each restraining against the urge to go faster. I let my eyes wash over her body, from her electric blue eyes all the way down to her slim ankles that I can’t wait to have wrapped around me. She does the same, her fingertips trailing a line along my jaw before dropping down my chest, my abs, and resting just above where I want her hands to be.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, and I’m not sure why I don’t say it louder. It’s almost as if I’m afraid if I say it too loud, someone else will wise up and notice, too, and I might lose her.

She smiles, falling back to sit on the edge of the bed again. She crawls up to the pillows, her eyes on me as she moves. She’s sprawled out on the bed, her flawless body even more tan against the white sheets as she slowly lets her legs fall open before beckoning me with her index finger.

Starting at her ankle, I kiss my way up, touching every inch of her skin with my lips as I crawl on top of her. When I reach her mouth, I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and rub my hard on against her clit, making us both groan at the touch. I keep working, slowly rubbing against her until the friction is too much for both of us. Skyler reaches down between us, gripping me in her hand and placing me at her entrance. Just the feeling of my tip at her opening makes us both stop breathing, our bodies frozen until I close the space and slowly enter her, letting every inch of me feel her warmth.

And then the rest of the world is gone.

Skyler moans when I push all the way in, her head falling back against the pillows. I stay low and pressed against her as I move in and out, planting kisses on her neck, her breasts, her collar bone, her lips. She grips my arms tight, her fingertips holding on fiercely as she looks up at me from the sheets. Her dark hair is splayed all around her, her eyes wide, her lips plump, her cheeks flushed. She’s so fucking beautiful it’s almost too much to keep looking at her.

I reach down and pull her left leg up, hitching it over my shoulder as I slide in even deeper. Skyler moans louder at that and I close my eyes to refrain from coming right then. I’ve never been a fan of missionary, but with her leg draped over my shoulder and those fucking eyes staring up at me, it’s all I can do to wait for her to come first.

I pull her nipple between my teeth and bite, gentle enough to not hurt her but with enough force to make her moan. Her breathing is faster now, her heart beating hard beneath me. I know she’s close.

Quickly, I flip over, pulling Skyler on top of me. I want a better view of her when she comes. I need to see her blue eyes when she falls apart. But she smiles mischievously before turning to straddle me backwards, her hair falling down over her shoulders as she throws her head back and starts riding my cock slowly. I groan, taking her ass in my hands and helping her ride. This view is enough to fucking kill me, watching my dick disappear inside her over and over again. I reach up and grip her hair in my fist, tugging her head back slightly.

And then, she starts to gyrate.

On. My. Dick.

Her ass moves in my hands, bouncing up and down and rippling each time it slaps against my lower abs. I can’t handle it anymore. “Fuck, Skyler,” I growl, bucking up to meet her moves. I moan her name as I come inside her, every ounce of pain and pleasure releasing all at once as a shocking electricity rips through me. I can’t hear anything, I can’t feel anything except her around me. Leaning up a little, I reach around and press my fingertips to her clit, circling wildly to send her over the edge with me. She comes willingly and I feel her tighten around me as she screams, the pleasure rocking us both, owning us completely.

Breaths. Moans. Electricity.

And then just us.

As we come down, Skyler slows her movements until she’s completely still with me still inside her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down into the sheets with me, kissing the back of her neck softly. She trails her fingertips up and down my thighs, her ass still pressed against me. And we don’t speak, we don’t move, we just lay like that, touching and kissing and existing together.

I have no idea what comes next for us. I don’t know what I’m going to say to my dad when we get back, what her friends are going to say to her tomorrow, or if we’re even going to be together one year from now. But I don’t care. About any of it. The only thing I care about is this girl in my arms right now. She’s swallowed me down like a ten foot wave, pulling me under the current with her. She controls me, I’m hers.

I’m in deep. I’m drowning.

But I’m not asking to be saved.

“Ugh,” Kade groans, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes as we walk off the ramp of the boat. “I think my hangover has a hangover.”

I chuckle, adjusting my carry-on bag on my shoulder. The sun is shining brightly today and it’s at least eighty degrees, which makes us all feel like Spring Break should last longer. Technically we don’t go back to classes until Monday, but our cruise is over, and everyone’s feeling the ramifications of the trip.

All the guys grumble as we shuffle toward Customs. “Those Fat Tuesday drinks are no joke.” I laugh, nudging Kade.

He groans and shakes his head. “I’m never drinking a frozen anything ever again.”

I smile thinking back to our last day of the cruise in Key West yesterday. It was the perfect day, all of my brothers together and Skyler by my side. Erin steered clear of us and we bar hopped down Duval street all day before spending the rest of the evening partying on the boat. Everyone went a little too hard, but it was fucking worth it. I’m definitely not ready to be back to reality.

There’s a term in poker for when a player is winning a lot of big hands in a row. They say he’s on a rush. And that’s exactly how I feel right now. Amazing trip, amazing friends, amazing girl. There’s not much more I could ask for.

Well, except for maybe a miracle.