“Yes,” he said, as he gripped his cock and rubbed the head against her wet center. His muscles tightened as desire thundered through him. “Raise your ass.”

She lifted her rear, giving him a better angle. He gripped her ankles and then he sank into her. All the breath fled his chest from that first dizzying rush of filling her. He stilled his moves, imprinting this moment in his mind—the moonlight dancing across her skin, the sweet vulnerability in her blue eyes, the warm air that wrapped around them. And then the pleasure, the absolute endless pleasure that charged through his cells as he thrust.

One deep thrust after another.

Watching her.

Savoring each unsteady breath from her lips.

Thrilling at her hands grabbing onto his thighs.

Loving every second of their connection.

He swiveled his hips, and drove deeper, holding tight to her legs. She arched higher, seeking him out. Her lush body was greedy, eager for contact. Keeping a firm grip on one ankle high up in the air, he let go of the other, dropping his hand between her legs.

She cried out as he rubbed his thumb across her clit.

“God, I love making you feel good,” he rasped out as he sank into her again.

“You are pretty fucking awesome at it,” she moaned, her eyes going dreamy as her breath came faster, and she purred his name. She was close, nearing the cliff once more, so he gave her what she always wanted. More, harder, faster. Driving into her, white-hot sparks ripped through his body. His vision went blurry, and the world slipped away as the pressure in his balls shot sky-high. His spine ignited. His hand curled tighter around her ankle, and he stroked her faster, urging her on until she shuddered once, twice, three times as another climax swept through her. At last, he was free to succumb to the orgasm that tore across his body, lighting up all his muscles and bones, pulling him under into a place he only went with her.

Soon, he rested alongside her as she snuggled against him, fitting perfectly in his arms.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “We do good make-up sex.”

“We do good every-fucking-time sex,” he said on a soft laugh.

“That too.”

They lay on the deck, under the stars, the water lolling lazily against the sandy shore nearby. She turned to him, propped up on her elbow, and brushed a fingertip along his hipbone. Every ounce of contact with her was such a rush.

“I like it better when we get along,” she said.

“Me too.”

“Let’s keep being open with each other.”

He nodded. “Yes. No more shutting down and not talking.”

“Dirty talking, and sexy talking, and honest talking.”

“Sign me up.”

“Because I think we make a damn good team,” she said, her lips curving up in a sexy grin.

“Speaking of being honest, did I ever tell you what we originally planned to name this hotel chain?”

She furrowed her brow. “No. I don’t think you did. It wasn’t always The Luxe?”