Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“We have all the time we want.”
“In that case,” she said, throwing her arms out, then falling backward.
The splash soaked me.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I said as she surfaced.
Then I was running into the water, remembering to toss my phone onto the sand before getting in.
With a squeal, she ducked under the surface and swam.
As I pursued her, catching her leg only to be kicked off, starting the chase over again, I could actually understand Caymen’s little primal kink.
I lucked out when we were in waist-deep water, running rather than swimming. She got a little cocky, thinking she was outrunning me, and turned to grin at me, not anticipating how close I was.
I snagged her around the waist, hauling her up against my chest.
“Got ya,” I said as she let out a little yelp.
For a second, it was all light, fun, just a little cat-and-mouse game that had run its course.
But the second we both seemed to notice the crush of our bodies, the lack of layers between us, the way her nipples had hardened from the cool water, both our smiles slipped away.
Rue’s gaze slid helplessly to my mouth, then back up again, not seeming to notice that her own had parted, as if she was already imagining my lips on hers.
Need flooded my bloodstream. The only thing I seemed capable of thinking right then was about how well her body fit to mine, how her breathing had gone fast and shallow, how her lids were heavy with her own desire.
I let my hands splay across her lower back, the tips slightly dipping under the waistband of her shorts.
When she didn’t try to pull away, I pulled her more firmly against me.
The press had her letting out an involuntary little whimper.
There were a dozen reasons to make my hands drop, to step away, to put some distance between us—both literally and figuratively.
But for some reason, none of them materialized in my mind.
So there was nothing stopping my hands from slipping down, sinking into her ass, and pulling her pelvis against mine. There was no way she wouldn’t feel the thick press of me, the evidence that she wasn’t the only one affected by the moment.
Another one of those sounds escaped her.
Until, of course, my lips sealed to hers, swallowing it (and the moan that followed) up.
Rue’s hands slid up my arms, paused, then wrapped around my neck.
Her lips were pliant for just a second before they were responding, pressing, demanding more.
And me? I was happy to give her that.
My teeth nipped her lower lip, making her let out a little moan, and giving my tongue a chance to move inside and toy with hers.
A whole-body shiver moved through her.
My hands slipped lower then, grabbing her behind the knees, then lifting her off her feet. The water cascaded down as her legs eagerly wrapped around my lower back, holding on tight as I turned and walked toward the shore.
My lips stayed on hers as I carried her up the beach, scaled the little wall, then made it to the pool. I lowered down onto one of the loungers with Rue straddling me.
She was shameless in her need then.
Her hips dropped fully down until my cock was pressed against the juncture of her thighs.
Her moan vibrated against my lips.
My hands moved down from her hips to grab her ass, using it to drag her against me again.
Her thighs clamped to the sides of my legs, her hips doing a little roll as she whimpered.
All it took was to rub her against me one more time before her need overcame her insecurity. Then she was rocking against my cock, her movements getting faster with each passing moment.
Her breath was coming in frantic gasps as her lips got wilder, more needy, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
My hands slid back up her back, teasing the sides of her breasts, then sliding between to squeeze.
Her head fell back on a throaty groan, and I leaned in, teasing my lips and tongue up the column of her neck.
Her hips were frantic then, rocking, rolling, as her breath got tight, strangled.
Sliding my tongue downward, I yanked her cup to the side and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
With that, and one more little rock of her hips, she cried out as she came, her body shuddering hard, her fingernails digging crescents into my shoulders as she held on.
She fell forward afterward, her forehead to my shoulder, her warm breath washing over my skin.
I slid her cup back into place, somehow knowing that the second the post-orgasm clarity came over her, she was probably going to panic and want distance.
My cock ached at not getting to finish what we started. But with the rival gun crew hanging over my head, I knew it was probably better not to have to tell Huck I fucked the woman who might be working with them.