Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
God, I need to get it together.
“Just because we’re in water, doesn’t mean I can’t get pregnant,” I whisper, as his hand cups my bottom and I have no choice but to put my legs around him. “I’m not sure if you did sex-ed at school, but sperm can swim...”
He grins.
I am done for. Every time this man looks at me, it feels like the world stops spinning.
“I don’t have to fuck you to watch you moan my name.”
His voice, low and husky, rumbles against my cheek as his lips trail down my neck.
“Kellen will be here any minute,” I try to protest.
“Then I better make it quick.”
His hard body is pressed against mine, every inch of him molded against every inch of me. I can feel his rigid cock between us, and I roll my hips without thought, just needing to feel myself slide up against it. He growls, and his eyes come up to lock on mine. “Be careful, baby. You keep rubbin’ yourself against me like that and I might start thinkin’ that bein’ a father is a great fuckin’ idea.”
I bite my lip.
He presses closer to me and his hand travels around the front, fingers sliding up to the edge of my panties, then teasing across my inner thigh. I gasp, face flushed even as the water cools my skin. Every nerve is awake and electric. “Ace...” I whisper, squeezing around him. He dips his head to nip at my jaw.
“Tell me what you need.”
I stare at him, his body wound up and hungry, full of something wild and impossible to name. “I want your fingers inside me,” I say, and my voice shocks even me, so naked it could split me in half.
He groans, low, and his mouth finds mine. It’s not gentle, but I don’t want gentle. Not now. He kisses like he can erase the memory of the dead man, like he can wipe out every last bad thing that led me here, just by kissing me hard enough.
And in that moment, I believe him.
His hand slides under my bikini, and I shudder when his fingertips graze over my clit before dipping lower. “You’re so fucking wet,” he bites out. “How long you been thinking about this?”
He teases me with slow circles, fingers sliding up and down, just taunting me. He rubs over my clit, over my entrance and then back again, making me tremble with the kind of anticipation that might just make me crazy if he doesn’t slide them inside me soon.
“Fuck me with your fingers, Ace,” I plead.
That makes him growl again, deeper and more possessive, and he bites my bottom lip as he pushes not one, but two thick fingers into me. The stretch is sudden and perfect, and I whimper and arch into him, hips bucking, not caring at all about the water or the fact that anyone could walk up from the camp and see me like this, needy and desperate.
He fucks me with lazy, curling thrusts, thumb pressed steady at my clit. I feel every pulse, every inch as he works me, as if he’s trying to memorize me from the inside out. “You’re so tight,” he murmurs into the space between my ear and my throat. “You want my cock so fuckin’ bad, don’t you?”
Gosh, if only he knew.
I moan in response, wanting so much more. But he doesn’t give me more. He just keeps pushing in, deep and slow, fingers exploring every inch of me just enough to create a slow, agonizing burn. I can’t help it, I cry out as a shudder rips through my body, which is now desperate for release. It’s like he is loving the slow tease, and I need him to just fuck me with the animal ferocity we both feel.
“You gotta stay quiet, Gracie,” he whispers, and the sound of my name on his tongue is enough to kill me. “Don’t want the whole fucking island to know how you sound when you cum.” The threat of getting caught, of being seen, only makes me needier. I bury my mouth against his shoulder and bite down.
He slides his other hand against my ribcage, pressing me tighter. Every movement grinds me against his palm. He must know, must see the desperation on my face, because he just smiles like the bastard he is and says, “Not until I say, baby.”
He speeds up, fingers fucking into me hard, thumb flicking fast circles that have me shivering and gasping. The world disappears. There is nothing but the sound of water and Ace, his hands on me and inside me, his mouth tormenting me with that wicked smirk, my cries muffled against his skin. Time stutters. I cum so hard I nearly black out, a hot wave that starts at my toes and pulses up through my whole body.