Page 127 of The Last Lost Girl

“If you want to join me, feel free,” he says breezily.

I hear the smirk in his words, just like I can hear the dare in his tone. He doesn’t think I’ll breach his barrier.

I step around it and take him in.

His near-black hair is wet, as is his tanned skin. The strands of hair leak thick rivulets of water down his shoulders, arms, and chest. The metal piercing his skin is silver. His soap smells fresh. He’s relaxing back into the tub, his forearms propped on the sides. Water, lightly clouded with soap, laps at the bottom of his ribs. Steam still wafts from its surface. His skin is flushed.

His green eyes slowly darken. There is a hint of surprise in them, but it’s nearly drowned out by pleasure. He’s pleased that I’m here.

“Is everyone asleep?” I ask.

“Should we wake them?” he proposes. His eyes glint in the warm light tossed over the space by the candle perched in the lantern hanging on the wall just beyond him.

I step closer.

The tip of his hook dings the tub’s copper side as he drinks me in.

“Where’s my sister?”

He lets out a tight groan. “Why should we sully the moment with thoughts of her?”

“I just don’t want her to interrupt.”

Hudson’s chest rises and falls, faster and faster.

“She went into town. I don’t believe she’s back.”

“Good.”

I push down the shorts I borrowed from him. He takes in the pooled fabric at my feet and mutters a curse. “Are you bare?”

I nod. My swimsuit, last I saw it, had been scrubbed and was drying outside. I close the distance between us, grip the edge of the tub and step in, sinking to my knees to straddle him.

His breath hitches. He slowly moves his hand and hook to my hips, maneuvering my knees as far apart as the tub’s sides will allow. He spreads me until all I can feel is his pulsing length.

Water soaks into the bottom of the shirt I borrowed from him. He works his hook into the small knot I made to make it fit me better and releases it. He strains against me. “I’m going to enjoy ruining you,” he breathes. “Just remember that you asked me to.”

My heart aches. Because I won’t remember any of this. “Do your worst, Captain.”

He flashes a wicked grin. “Take that fucking shirt off.”

I raise my arms, grab the collar, and slowly bare myself to him.

He curses under his breath as the wet garment slaps the wooden floor. “Perfect.” His eyes comb over every inch of me. It’s enough to make my skin and nipples pebble.

His hand dips beneath the water and he digs his fingers into my thigh. He strokes me with his thumb, agonizingly slowly. I grip either side of the tub as he smiles.

“No one else has touched you like this, Precious?”

“No,” I say, breathless.

“No one’s filled your tight little pussy?” When he pushes a finger inside my entrance, I can barely think. “Lifeguard, I asked you a question.”

I shake my head. “No.”

The admission earns a pleased smile. “Good. Now turn around and sit on my lap.” He takes his hand away and waits while I comply. His chest is wet when I lay back against it.

His arm snakes across my belly, the hook at the end gently scraping my side as he kisses close to my ear. I can’t help but squirm. His breath is hot and he is so hard beneath me. He rolls my nipple between his fingers as he kisses down my throat, stopping to tell me, “Put your legs outside of mine and spread them.”

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