Page 63 of Rescuing Mia
Moments later, his head pops up, and he waves at me from the base of the slide. “Your turn!”
With shaking legs, I climb the stairs to the top of the slide. My heart pounds as I sit down, gripping the edges of the slide so tightly my knuckles turn white.
“You’ve got this,” Rigel calls from below.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let go.
The rush of wind and water is overwhelming, and a scream tears from my throat as I plummet down the slide. Beneath my terror, however, is a thrilling sense of exhilaration, a rush of adrenaline that makes me feel more alive than I have in years.
I hit the water with a splash, the cool embrace of the sea enveloping me. As I surface, sputtering and laughing, Rigel is there, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“You did it.” His smile shines brighter than the setting sun. “I’m so proud of you.”
I beam at him, my heart swelling with a mix of pride and affection. “I can’t believe I actually did that. It was terrifying but also kind of amazing.”
Rigel nods, his eyes sparkling with understanding. “The best things in life usually are.” He guides me through the clear blue water toward the bow of the boat.
The sun sets on the horizon. The water glistens and ripples with golden hues as the sun sinks lower in the sky. I lick my lips in anticipation, tasting the salty tang of the sea on my lips. The rhythmic lapping of water against the hull creates a soothing melody to accompany our swim.
When we reach the bow, Rigel pulls me close, his hands resting on my waist. We’re hidden from the view of the other passengers, cocooned in our own private world.
He looks at me with those intense eyes, a promise in the depth of his gaze, and I can’t help but be drawn closer, captivated by the magnetic pull between us.
Rigel leans in, his breath a warm tease on my lips. His lips brush against mine as he leans in to kiss me, sending shivers down my spine.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss as we lose ourselves in each other.
The world fades away, and all that exists is him and me, our hearts beating in sync as we explore each other’s lips. My heart beats wildly as our lips move in perfect sync, and his touch ignites a fire within me.
It’s a soft touch at first, almost hesitant as if he’s savoring the anticipation, but then all hesitation disappears, and his lips become more insistent, hungry for more.
I respond eagerly, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt.
His lips move against mine passionately, his tongue tracing mine in a dance as timeless as the tide. I cling to him, my fingersthreading through his hair, pulling him closer, lost in the sensation of being utterly possessed by this man in the embrace of the ocean.
Every nerve in my body sparks alive, and every breath shared in the kiss stokes the fire he ignites within me. The cold water around our submerged bodies contrasts with the burning heat of our touch, heightening everything until there’s nothing else but this moment, this connection, this overwhelming desire.
His lips, fierce and passionate, press against mine. I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I pour all the pent-up longing and desire of the past few days into the kiss.His tongue dances with mine as we explore each other’s mouths. Every touch sets my skin on fire, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
The boat rocks gently beside us as we cling to each other, caught up in the intensity of our connection. The sound of the ocean fades into the background as all my senses are consumed by Rigel. His hands travel up my back and tangle in my hair, deepening our kiss even further.
My body responds to every touch, arching toward him as desire courses through me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him keep us afloat. There’s no denying his hunger or the very prominent bulge that presses against my core. His erection, hard and insistent, grinds against me, and I moan softly into his mouth, letting him know exactly what I want. His kiss deepens, becoming more possessive, sealing us into the moment.
In this moment, nothing else matters—not my secrets and not the danger that lurks on the horizon. All that exists is Rigel and the passion that burns between us, bright and unbreakable.
Rigel’s lips leave mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as he marks me with his passion. The cold water no longer registers, only the heat of his body against mine.
As we finally break apart, breathless and flushed, I rest my forehead against his. “Promise me something,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.
“Anything,” he replies without hesitation.
“Never let me forget this day.”
Rigel’s hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My own hands explore the hard planes of his chest. The passion between us builds, threatening to consume us both.
A voice screams in my head, warning me to stop and slow down; this is happening too fast.