Stranded with the Rockstar (Rockstar #1)

24. Harry

He finally understands what heaven must be like.

Although he's not sure if it exists or not—he's still undecided when it comes to the afterlife—if it is a thing, this is it.

Sunny on top of him, thighs split, naked, glistening with sweat, riding him like she's been doing it her whole life. She flips her head backward, arching her back, and the sunshine on her body is like a spotlight. Every other time they've been together, it's been in the tent, sometimes in pitch black, and always dark.

But now he can see the changes on her skin from where she's been tanned and where she has been clothed. He can see the exact shade of pink her nipples are, puckered and tight with pleasure. And he can she her face, her expressions, as she finds her rhythm.

Ocean water is sliding up his back with each wave that hits. It's cooling effect mixed with heat from the sun, and Sunny, is giving him sensations that his brain is having a hard time registering. It feels like a dream, although he knows he's not sleeping.

Sunny flips her hair to one shoulder, and he has to touch it. But once he touches it, he has to grab it. And once he grabs it, he has to pull it.

He brings her to him, kissing her with everything he has, sweeping his tongue across her mouth and is most satisfied with the moan he receives. She is giving so much to him right now, and he wants to give her everything.

She pulls away abruptly. "Too much," she pants. "That's just too much."

He nods, understanding completely. He feels on the verge of spontaneous combustion himself. But the other half of him is saying more, more, more.

His hands slide down her ribs and rest on her hips. His thumbs press firmly onto her hipbones, holding her down while he thrusts his pelvis up and into her. She gasps with each thrust, scratching her nails across his chest. And as he brings one of his hands further down, rubbing the area just in front of where they are joined, his favorite sight is upon him.

She makes her little noises that he loves, and he joins her in her ecstasy. He is completely finished—exhausted, drained, and sweltering in the humidity.

But as she collapses onto his chest, he doesn't want to move. He never wants to move.

She eventually rolls off of him and lies on her back in the sand, entirely exposed. He's noticed her shyness about her body has worn off as her sexual appetite grew.

He turns toward her, feeling the rough sand beneath his head. "Don't leave me, Sunny. I've needed you since day one. I wouldn't have lasted a week without you. Promise me you won't leave me."

She doesn't. Instead she gives him a small smile. "I'm glad you're here, Harry."

"But you would have been fine here without me. You taught me everything. You could have survived alone."

Her hand rests on his cheek as she slides closer to him. "But you make me want to."

His heart flutters at her words. Despite the closeness that has developed between them, a part of him had always worried that she was simply tolerating him. With every other woman in his life, he's never questioned their feelings for him. They weren't afraid to tell him.

But Sunny keeps those things to herself...until now.

Something has changed. He doesn't know why or how, but something between the two of them developed...or matured...or whatever-the-hell today, on this beach. He knows it in his gut. Things aren't going to be the same.

Unable to look at her face, he trails his fingers down the middle of her chest. "Do you still not believe in love?"

She doesn't answer for a beat, obviously contemplating his question. It makes him happy that she's even considering it.