Chapter Three

The sound of waves smashing against the hillside awakened Sophie.

She momentarily forgot where she was. The air was slightly scented and the sheets underneath her were chilly. Then she felt warmth behind her, a heavy arm hanging over her waist, a strong, muscular chest crushed against her back.

Lucas.

His breathing was heavy and slow, and he was still asleep. She allowed herself to remain there for a while, seeing the early light flowing across the floor, since the weight of him felt calming.

She was aware that this wasn't her life and that she needed to wake up and begin packing. She couldn't help but fall back into him when his fingers gripped a little at her hip.

Good morning," he whispered against her neck, his voice hoarse from slumber.

She grinned.

"Good morning."

She shivered as his lips touched her shoulder in quiet kisses.

"What time do you have your flight?"

"This evening, till ten."

"That implies..." With a smile, he threw her onto her back and braced himself over her.

"We still have time."

He kissed her slowly at first, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he pressed his tongue against hers. Feeling the flex of muscle beneath her warm flesh, Sophie's fingertips moved across his naked back. Only to gaze at her with gloomy eyes, he drew back.

"I want to enjoy today to the fullest."

"Then say no more," she muttered.

She chuckled softly at that, and then his voracious mouth was on hers once again. She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her nipples and discovered her breasts. As he touched the curve of her hip, she knotted her fingers in his hair and he slid lower, leaving kisses down her stomach.

With experience and ease, he settled between her thighs and spread them apart. She arched at the first sound of his tongue, letting out a cry.

"Lucas."

"Mmm?" His mouth was occupied making circles over her most delicate area, so he didn't look up.

"Don't stop.”

He didn't.

At first, he massaged her slowly, torturing her with long, wet strokes and delicate taps by using his dick to tap on her clit until she was trembling. Then, as her body moved more and more, he increased the rhythm and pressure while keeping her in place with his hands.

Her thighs trembled around his shoulders as she arrived with a penetration yell. Lucas waited until she had stopped moving and her breathing was normal.

His smile was so evil that his lips were sparkling when he finally withdrew.

"More favourable than last night?"

She let out a breathless laugh.

"At this point, you're merely searching for accolades."

"Perhaps."

He moved back up her body after kissing her belly button.

Reaching between them, she squeezed him through the thin cotton of his boxers. When she squeezed him, he made a faint, sharp sound, and he was already erect. She wrapped her fingers around him and slipped them above the waistband.

Feeling his heavy weight in her hand, she gave him a gentle stroke. Lucas's breath caught as his head fell on her shoulder.

He cautioned, "If you keep doing that, we will miss breakfast ."

"That's it," she smiled and added.

He drew back just long enough to get a condom and take off his boxers. She ripped it open and rolled it on herself after taking it from him. When she did, there was nothing but fire in his eyes.

Both of them groaned as Lucas slid into her with a single, slow, lengthy stroke. Before he started to move, he remained there for a while, pressing his forehead to hers.

Deep and slow, the rhythm sent sparks through her with every stroke. She let out a cry when his hand moved beneath her thigh and raised it to alter the position.

"Yeah," he muttered, pushing.

"That's it right there.”

The slapping of their bodies colliding together filled the room as he drove into her more forcefully and quickly, her nails digging into his back.

As if they had been doing this for much longer than twenty-four hours, they moved together with ease now. Between thrusts, Lucas gave her a passionate, possessive kiss.

Her muscles clenched around him as her second orgasm came on suddenly and intensely. His body stiffening above hers, he moaned, the sound shattering as he forced through a few more deep strokes.

For a moment he remained there, both of them panting, and then he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

The remaining part of the day was a haze of sun and breeze alongside, a leisurely drive along the coast, stopping at small views only to share a teenage kiss and take a few pictures, then brunch in Malibu. They didn't have any discussions whatsoever about meeting again either tomorrow or later.

It only struck her when the sky started to turn gold. By the door was her suitcase. She had her boarding pass on her cell phone. Lucas was watching her while leaning on the counter, his eyes not meeting hers as he smiled slowly.

He added quietly, "I guess this is it."

"I suppose it is."

She attempted to return the smile, but it was weak.

With one soft palm, he touched her cheek as he moved closer.

"What happens in California..."

"...remains in California," she concluded, her throat choked.

He gave her a final, slow, deep kiss as if he were learning to taste her. Then, without turning around, she pulled her bag behind her.

All the way to the airport, she couldn't take her mouth off that kiss.

Weeks later, she could still hear the waves outside his window and feel the warmth of his hands in the comfort of her own bed.

She concluded that some things were better left in California.