All I Wanna Do Is You: A Road Trip Rom-Com

by Dylann Crush

  “You look better without it anyway.” He reached for her arm and began to gently pull it away from her breasts. “Let me look at you.”

  She nodded. The moon reflected off the water, casting a silvery glow over her gorgeous body. He bent and traced a drop of water from her collar bone to her nipple, circling it with his tongue and sucking it into a point. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as he turned his attention to her other breast.

  Time seemed to pause, the music on the beach faded into the background. Even the waves stilled for a long moment as he used his mouth to tease her other nipple into a peak. Reagan moaned under his touch. But he didn’t want her breathy sighs, he wanted to feel her come undone under his hands.

  He swept her feet out from under her and cradled her in his arms, his body buffeting her against the waves as he carried her to shore. First he set her down, then handed her his shirt.

  “Cover up, and we’ll head back to the room.” He didn’t expect her to argue with him. Her body had shown him that she was just as ready.

  She dragged his shirt over her head and slipped on her shoes. He took her hand, and they walked down the beach to their room. Before he unlocked the door she rubbed up against him, capturing his mouth with hers. Sand from his shirt stuck to his chest.

  He hoisted her up in his arms, and her legs went around his waist. His fingers fumbled with the key, and he managed to unlock the door and open it by feel. They stumbled backward into the room, and he kicked the door closed behind them before they collapsed on the bed.

  Reagan took charge, lifting the shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. She straddled his lap with her thighs and leaned over him, her breasts barely brushing his chest. Damn, he was so hard it hurt. Fat drops of water flowed down her hair and dripped onto his skin. She evaluated him with a long look then lowered her head and sucked the beads of liquid off his chest. He groaned and rolled them over so she was flat on her back, her legs hanging off the side of the bed.

  On his hands and knees, he hovered over her. “You sure you want to do this?”

  She nodded in agreement, and her fingers trailed lightly over his shoulders. Goosebumps popped up in their wake, his skin suddenly chilled by the cold air blowing out of the vent over the bed. He reached into the nightstand drawer for the condoms he’d stashed there, hopeful about needing a few.

  Reagan scooted under the covers then dropped her swimsuit bottom on the tile floor by his feet. Lifting a brow, he untied his shorts, holding her eye contact in the room’s dim light. Then he peeled his shorts down his wet legs, stepping out of the pile they made at his feet.

  This was it. He’d fantasized about this moment in one way or another for the past eight years. His teen self would have botched it with a few quick thrusts and a slobbery kiss or two. As a grown man he’d learned to appreciate taking things slow and savoring each sensation as it hit.

  He lifted the covers and slid underneath. Reagan flung a leg over his thigh and leaned into him, her body still wet from their dip in the ocean. Their lips met and his hands advanced, running over her skin, smoothing over her hair and kneading her fabulous ass. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to touch her everywhere. Wanted to feel her pressing against every part of him.

  His hand traveled between them, brushing over the soft skin of her hip and resting at the apex of her thighs. She flipped onto her back as his finger slid inside her.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” His finger circled her clit, and her hips bucked off the bed.

  He loved seeing her like this, wild and feral and so fucking out of control. As he continued to make circles, sliding a finger in and out of her slick wetness, she gyrated her hips to meet his touch. She was beautiful, the way she bit her lip and creased her brow in concentration. Her moans vibrated through her, frustration pouring off her as she sought her release.

  Capturing her mouth with his, he kissed her long and deep. Her hips moved on their own, desperate to make contact with his skin. He pulled away and rolled the condom onto his cock while she watched. Her hand reached for him, but he caught it in his and put it up over her head as he straddled her, a leg flung on either side of her hips.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Reagan, and I’m not going to stop until you yell my name while you come.”

  She smirked. “I’m not a yeller, big guy.”

  “We’ll see about that, cupcake.” He nudged her legs apart with his thighs and lowered himself into her. She was tight, so fucking tight. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to surround himself with her heat. As she adjusted the angle of her hips, he pressed harder, barely breaching her entrance with the tip of his head. Holding himself back, he eased in a bit more and paused. “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.

  “I want to feel you, Zach,” she whispered. “See if you can make me scream, I dare you.”

  Never one to pass up a dare, Zach drove into her as she raised her hips to his.

  Reagan gasped as Zach filled her. His piercing slid back and forth, stroking against her most sensitive spot—the most perfect spot. She grabbed onto his biceps, enjoying the weight of his thighs and hips as they collided with her over and over, seeking out a rhythm they could both harness and ride to a climax. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she wanted it to go on forever. How had she lived without this for so long? How would she be able to live without it now that she knew what she’d been missing?

  Through half-closed lids, she studied the man above her. His shoulder-length hair fell around his face. Still damp from the ocean, occasional drops splashed to her torso, her chest, her cheeks. Her lips touched every part of him she could reach, tasting the mix of salt, sweat, and desire on his skin.

  “Stay with me, Reagan.”

  Her hands grasped him above the ribs, wrapping around to his back and trying to pull him closer. Stay with him. Like she had a choice. She’d stay with him wherever he took her. He was in complete control, and they both knew it. She’d never given herself over to a lover like this before, so wild and wanton and free.

  Zach shifted the angle, managing to go even deeper, stimulating a spot deep inside. Unable to hold back, a moan escaped her lips—a long, desperate wail. Just a little further. Almost there. He withdrew and she wanted to cry out, so close to that point of no return where her body took over.

  “No. Don’t stop now.” She propped herself up on her elbows, causing him to sit up on his heels. The jerk smiled at her. “It’s not funny.”

  “You’re right.” He leaned into her, rimming her ear with his tongue. “It’s not funny. But it’s too soon. Come here.” He rolled back onto his ass and motioned her to sit on his lap.

  She put a leg on either side of his waist and lowered her butt to rest on his thighs, her hands supporting her weight on the bed behind her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “The only way you’ll hurt me is if you don’t lower yourself down on my cock right now.”

  Reagan went to her knees and positioned herself over him, her hands on his shoulders. He eased into her slowly, so gently she wanted to cry out at the exquisite pleasure. It felt so good it bordered the edge of pain. She wanted—no—she needed more. Needed all of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she lowered herself down on him, letting him fill her completely. So good. How could it feel this good?

  She used his shoulders for leverage, lifting herself up and down, sliding him in and out at her pace. Zach’s hands gripped her waist, guiding but letting her set the tempo. She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her momentum build.

  Then something inside her flipped, like a switch turning on, releasing any shred of inhibition still clinging to her. Her hips moved faster, in and out, grinding against him when their bodies connected. All while his hands worked over her hips, her ass, and her breasts.

  Like the waves they’d seen on the beach, her climax built to a crescendo, gathering momentum, carrying the sweet ecstasy to each nerve ending in her body. From the tip of her toes t
o the top of her scalp, every part of her tingled, waiting, suspended for the briefest of moments, until the world crashed around her and she came.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  He stilled under her. As she came down, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his forehead, his nose, and his stubbly cheeks. Sweat and salt, or maybe it was sea water and sand, slid between their torsos as Zach laid her down on her back.

  Spent, she stretched out on the bed, relishing the last bit of tingles that still pulsed through her nerve endings. “Too bad I didn’t have my FitBit on. I bet I burned about two thousand calories.”

  Zach crouched over her like an animal stalking its prey. “You want to put it on? I’m not done with you yet.”

  “You made your point” She grabbed a pillow and curled around it.

  His eyes narrowed and a sly, Big-Bad-Wolf smile spread over his lips. “You dared me to make you scream my name. As far as I’m concerned, I still have a ways to go.” He tugged the pillow out of her arms.

  He had no idea how close she’d come. Biting a chunk out of the inside of her cheek was the only way she’d been able to keep herself from screaming, shouting, and shrieking his name. She ran her tongue over the raw spot. It had been worth not giving him the satisfaction.

  To Zach, a challenge accepted and not won must have been like a personal insult on his stamina. He curled around her back, his erection nestling between her thighs.

  She lifted her top leg and he propped up on an elbow and eased into her. He was right about one thing…she was wet. So wet, he had no trouble sliding in. From this angle his hand reached around her and teased her to the brink of another release. His fingers toyed with her clit while he slid in and out, in and out. Another wave gathered momentum, and she braced herself.

  His tongue left a trail of heat, over her shoulder and up her neck, only letting up when he switched to sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

  “Come undone, Reagan,” he growled into her ear.

  She wanted to. Her body urged her to cry out, to beg him not to stop, to give him what he wanted. But she resisted, balancing on the edge. His hand moved away from between her legs and traveled up her navel to her chest. Her breath hitched as his fingers pinched her nipple, hard. Pain mingled with the pleasure of him moving inside her, and she couldn’t hold off any more.

  “Touch me, Zach. Please?”

  “Where, babe?” His finger slid back between her legs, expertly caressing her.

  “There, yes, right there.” Two strokes and he stopped. Her body ached for his touch, needing it to take her over. “No. That’s not fair.”

  “I want to see you when you scream my name.”

  He flipped her over to her back again and focused his attention on her foot, pressing a kiss onto the sensitive skin of her arch. She squirmed, but he held her leg against his chest, kissing a line from her toes up her leg, over her knee to her inner thigh. Her head rolled back as he entered her with his tongue. Before she stopped herself, his name escaped through her lips.

  “Zach!”

  He lifted his head and gave her a victorious grin then crawled his way up her body, kissing her navel, her breasts, and finally her lips. Bodies intertwined, he took her at last, thrusting into her with long, even strokes that made her gasp for air. Big O Number Two left her boneless in its wake.

  “God, Reagan. You feel amazing.”

  She watched him reach for his climax, his muscles tense, poised over her, straining. She clenched around him, and he let out a low groan that seemed to go on forever. Finally, he relaxed, letting some of his weight rest on her. The solid feel of his body on hers proved that this extraordinary experience happened. It hadn’t been a dream.

  “You all right?” Zach asked, rolling to the side. He climbed off the bed and disposed of the condom in the bathroom.

  Her gaze tracked him as he rejoined her on the bed. “No. What the hell was that?” Things like that didn’t happen to her. Ever.

  “That was incredible sex. No, beyond incredible. Phenomenal, sweaty, dirty, nasty, beautiful sex.” Zach wrapped an arm around her, and she nestled her head onto his chest.

  “It was pretty incredible.”

  “And you screamed my name.” His finger traced the outline of her lips.

  She nipped at his finger. “I didn’t scream. It was a breathy sigh.”

  “A breathy sigh? Really?” He glared at her with one eye closed.

  She nodded into his chest. “Very breathy.”

  He made a move like he was about to sit up. “Well, I guess we’d better go again, then.”

  Reagan pushed him back. “Are you kidding? As it is, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  “You dared me to make you scream. ‘Breathy sigh’ isn’t going to cut it.”

  “So it might have been a little scream,” she conceded.

  “Babe, you could have shattered the windows with that range.”

  “Fine. So I screamed.”

  “So you agree I won?” Zach asked.

  “If that means you’ll leave me alone. I need to recover.”

  Zach nuzzled his chin onto her head. “Fine, we’ll take an intermission. I gotta say, I never figured you for a screamer, though.”

  She felt him smile into her hair, but let it go. Her hand felt like it weighed fifty pounds as she lifted it to his chest. She never figured herself for a screamer, either. Or for someone who’d fall so hard, so fast for someone who was so completely wrong for her in all the right ways.

  21

  Zach tried to lie perfectly still, letting the sounds of sunrise at the beach soothe him. They’d left the window cracked last night, and the roar of the waves crashing on the beach calmed the rise of panic he’d felt when he woke with Reagan’s naked body draped over him. Not generally prone to nerves, he was caught by surprise at his reaction to waking up with her in his arms.

  What was it about this woman? A ray of sunlight danced across the golden highlights in her hair as it filtered through the window. She was a pain in the ass, a control freak, and a people-pleasing Daddy’s girl. Not his normal MO.

  But she was also the kindest, most selfless soul he’d ever met. A heart of gold in a body made for sin. She challenged him, made him want to be a better person, and drove him up a fucking wall, all at once. He’d never been interested in settling down or sticking around. But he could see that happening with Reagan. She had put up a tall, protective wall, but he’d figured out a way around it. Would she let him stay, or push him away as soon as they joined her family?

  Zach had no hope of making a good impression on Senator Campbell. As far as her father was concerned, Zach was a no-good suck-up from the wrong side of the tracks that had muscled his way into the inner circle by perfecting his slap shot and giving the hockey coach his first shot at a state championship run. Would she fall back on her dad’s opinion or be willing to take a risk to find out where things between the two of them might go?

  Zach fingered a strand of her hair, still stiff from the salt water. What would Daddy dearest think if he knew what they’d been up to? Naked, sated after they’d gone a few rounds last night, her tan, lithe body draped over his inked chest. He curled his arm around her backside in protection. Please don’t botch this, he begged himself.

  Reagan stirred, blinking open her eyes and squinting against the filtered sunlight. “What time is it?”

  “A little after seven.” He trailed his finger down her bare back to the cleft of her butt cheeks.

  “Why am I so sleepy?” She blinked.

  “You really have to ask?” Last time he looked at the clock it had been after three and she’d woken him up once more after that.

  A sweet smile crossed her lips. “Oh yeah.”

  “You hungry? I think we’ve got a few cupcakes left. Should we polish them off?”

  Reagan sat up, the sheet pooling around her lap. “I don’t think they’re any good any more. What does it say about me that I don’t even care?”
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br />   “It means you’re finally loosening up a bit. Welcome to normal.”

  “Normal. Now that’s a word I haven’t heard used to describe me.” She stood and walked to the opposite side of the room where the crunched pink box sat on a small table. “Vanilla or chocolate? I can’t believe that’s all we have left.”

  “Let’s share.” Zach sat up and patted the bed next to him.

  Uninhibited, Reagan swayed her hips as she made her way across the room to him. The sight of her bare body got him hard again. Did she have any idea how fucking beautiful she was? She sat on the mattress next to him and offered him his choice of the yellow or brown cupcake. He swiped a finger through the chocolate frosting and offered it to her. She sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his finger.

  “Wow. You going to suck the frosting off the wedding cake like that?”

  “Ha. No. As far as anyone at the wedding knows, my lips have never sucked on anything besides a soda straw.”

  Zach shook his head. One look at her full mouth would have any straight guy thinking about what it would feel like to have her sucking on something a lot bigger than a soda straw.

  She broke off a piece of vanilla cupcake and nibbled on it. “Stale breakfast is on me. Then back to reality, huh?”

  He peeled the wrapper off the chocolate cupcake and took a giant bite. A little crusty around the edges, but even a few days old, Sweet Sal’s still made the best cupcakes in the Greater Midwest. “We can always skip the wedding and spend the weekend here.”

  Reagan’s gaze met his. “You don’t know how tempting that sounds.”

  “What?” Zach asked. “You want to run away?”

  Something passed across her face. Sadness? Regret?

  “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re not sorry about last night, are you?” He tipped her chin up so her eyes would meet his.

  Her brow furrowed. “No, it’s not that. Last night was the best thing that’s happened to me since… gosh, since I don’t know when.”