Page 128 of Faking it For Summer

“I never said that,” she says.

I press the tip of my cock against her entrance again, and she moans.

“Luke—”

“What is it? Or is it not the best sex of your life?”

“Fine. It’s the best.”

I slide into her hard, and she screams, her fingernails digging into my back.

“You want to go on a boat ride today? Maybe we can ask Juniper and Rafe if they want to come.”

“I can’t think about that right now,” she mumbles as she bites down on my shoulder.

Her legs tighten around me as she holds on, squeezing me tighter and tighter as I move faster and faster. I love how she makes me feel. I love how being inside of her makes me feel.

I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on it as I thrust faster and harder, and then we’re coming together. I’m exploding inside of her, and she orgasms. Then we lie back, panting.

“That was a pretty awesome way to wake up—I’m not going to lie.” She grins at me. “Feel free to do that every morning that you’re still here in town.”

We both let out a breath, realizing what her words mean.

There’s going to come a point when I have to go back to New York City, and she’s going to be here, and I don’t want that point to be the end of whatever we have. I don’t want that point to be something that leaves us both feeling anxious. I want her to want to be with me. I want her to fully give herself to me in love. I wanther to know that we will make it. We will defy the odds because there is no one who could have a better relationship than us.

But I’m not going to push it because I know patience is the answer. Patience is the only thing that can make this work.

I don’t understand why she’s nervous or what is keeping her from fully embracing a life with me. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m wealthy and I’ve told her that I’d like to support her. I’m happy for her to keep her independence. I just have to let her know that. I need her to know that I don’t want to take anything away from her. I only want to give her more, show her more, be more.

But I will have to be patient because I don’t want to upset the delicate balance that exists between us.

“I love you, Mia,” I tell he as I stare into her eyes.

My heart stills, frozen in time for a moment, as I fear she’s not going to say anything back to me.

“I love you too, Luke.” She smiles, and it lights up her beautiful face.

“You love me?” My heart soars. “Or you think you love me?”

“I love you. Of course, I love you.” She strokes the side of my face. “I just don’t know. I feel like we belong together. I feel like every moment with you is like the best day of my life. I don’t know if this is just a fantasy, Luke. We’re in this gorgeous hotel room. We’re getting to spend every day together. We’ve sort of just taken our friendship to a new level, and it’s exciting and new. But I don’t know if we can exist in reality, being such different people.”

“I’m imagining my life with you, Mia. I’m imagining you as the mother of my kids. I want it all with you, and I know you want to get married. I know you want to have kids because we’ve spoken about this for years.”

She strokes the side of my face. “Have you ever thought that you would be the father of my kids?”

“I don’t know if you want to know the honest answer to that. I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy, but what does that mean?”

“It means that I can see you in New York. I can see you living with me. I can see myself going to work and coming home, and you being there. I can?—”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Luke,” she says, pulling back from me. “I don’t want to be in New York.”

I can see the dismay in her eyes. I can see that she’s pulling away, that she really doesn’t think it can work. She’s not going to push for it like I want to push for it.

“What about England? What if I choose to go to England for that job?”

“I don’t want to go to England. I don’t want to go to New York. I love Coconut Beach. This is my life. This is my home. My friends are here.”