Page 22 of The Sweet Spot

The dark lake crashes over us as I kick back up to the surface, refusing to let go of Brynlee. She feels right in my arms. Like she’s meant to be there. Her words play again in my mind.

Make sure I don’t drown.

She spits water out as we surface, and the sheer white lace of her bra does nothing to hide the most magnificent breasts I’ve ever fucking seen as they press against my bare chest.

Make sure I don’t drown.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I growl, while an unfamiliar feeling tugs deep in my chest.

Brynlee turns in my hold, wrapping her arms around my neck. I slide one arm down to cup her ass and one hand up to the back of her head. We bob in the water until I’m able to move us up against the dock, where my feet touch the sand below.

Water droplets cling to her long dark lashes as she flutters them up at me, the freckles dotting the bridge of her nose barely visible as her skin practically glows in the moonlight. “I thought a midnight swim could be fun,” she says softly, a new hesitance in her voice, one I haven’t heard yet, but want to learn.

Fuck.

I want to learn everything there is to know about this woman.

“You thought it could be fun?” I ask, so fucking far gone, I can’t control the tone of my voice. She’s driving me insane. Her legs shift against my ragingly hard dick that missed the message that cold water was supposed to slow the blood flow down. I’m hard as hell and pressing against my boxer briefs, while the infuriating woman in my arms smiles like a little redheaded nymph. “Drowning sounds like fun to you?”

With a soft laugh, she pushes my hair away from my face. “I can swim, Deacon. I was captain of the swim team in high school.”

My grip on her ass tightens, and she wraps her legs around my hips with another hum while her teeth sink into her pouty pink lip.

“Brynlee,” I murmur as I run my nose up her neck, one hand sliding under her lace panties and over her perfect bare ass cheek.

Her head drops back against the dock on a sweet sigh, and her nails dig into the hair at the nape of my neck. She rocks her hips against my hard cock, and a soft sound slips past her trembling lips.

“You better be sure you want this, red. Because I don’t fucking share,” I warn before our lips crash together in answer.

She tastes like sweetness wrapped in sin.

She tastes like mine.

The fucking Earth tilts on its axis, and the world around us ceases to exist. I capture her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue against hers, savoring the taste of her, and swallowing her beautiful moan while she fucking clings to me. Long nails scratch my scalp and dig into my hair. My tongue pushes against hers as I lean her back against the dock’s wooden pylon, freeing my hand so I can learn the curves of her body. The dip of her hips, the flat plane of her stomach. I cup her breast in my hand, and she mewls against my mouth until I push her bra up and rip it in half, shoving it off her.

“Deacon,” she gasps against my lips as her body clings to me.

“I’ll buy you another one,” I growl against her mouth, then take one perfectly pink-tipped breast into my mouth.

“Oh God.”

She grabs my face in her hands and yanks me back to her lips, then presses down against my cock, and there’s no mistaking the need in our frenzy.

My fingers slide inside her panties and over her bare pussy. I dip one inside her tight core, and the beautiful fucking sound she makes is my undoing.

She bites at my lip and grinds against me.

“I don’t have a condom, red. It’s in my wallet somewhere on the fucking grass.”

“Fuck the condom,” she pants. “I’ve got an IUD”

Possession roars through my blood, and I add a second finger while I drag my teeth over her throat as I get her ready for me. “Be sure, red,” I warn her again, circling her clit, then plunging my fingers back in. When she moans and claws at my back, I pull them back out. “Words, Brynlee. I need your words.”

Her glittering green eyes light with a surprising tease before she kisses me slowly, tracing my bottom lip with her tongue before her teeth graze over it. “Deacon...” she whispers, then kisses me again. Her tongue presses into my mouth, tangling with mine. Driving me fucking crazy. “Please...” she pleads. “Please. Please. Please... fuck me.”

She peppers kisses along my jaw.

“Make me scream,” she whispers against my skin, and the tight grip I’ve got on my sanity cracks.

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