Page 60 of Anchor Point

“I’ve done some foolish things in my lifetime. But I think the worst was all those years ago, when I let you get on that boat and leave that island. Seeing you again, smiling, laughing, holding you, kissing you… it’s like I’ve finally come home.”

Her eyes glistened as she stared up at me. For half a second, my heart clenched. What if she didn’t feel the same way?

I dragged myself out of her arms and stood, pulling her with me, my jeans sticking to me uncomfortably. She noticed my awkward tug at the denim and stepped in close, slipping a hand into my waistband.

“Come on, MacDaddy,” she teased. Her voice, low and seductive, went straight to my cock. “Let’s get you out of these clothes. You’re a dirty boy.” She gave me a sexy wink and led me by the waistband to her bedroom, walking backward with a devious look in her eye.

I slid my hand to her waist, spinning her around, molding my front to her back and grazing my lips against the smooth column of her neck. “You know, when Rosie called me MacDaddy that day, all I could hear in my head was your voice saying it.”

The muscles in her neck flexed as she tilted her head, allowing me better access. I traced the length of it with my tongue, then closed my teeth around the taught tendon.

Her sharp inhale was fuel to my fire.

I undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, taking my time at each one, unwrapping her like the finest gift I’d ever received. Peeling the blouse off one soft shoulder, tracing each new inch of skin revealed with my tongue.

I uncovered the swell of her breasts, revealing the scalloped edges of a lacy bra. “You always wear lingerie under your uniform?” I murmured.

She nodded. “Always. I work in a man’s world, but I want to feel like a woman.”

I pulled the shirt off her arms, trailing my fingertips up her arms, finding my way to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. Cupping them, molding them, relishing how perfectly she filled my hands. “Fuck, that’s hot. All badass and buttoned up for the outside world. But a wet dream covered in satin and lace for me. I can’t wait to taste these,” I murmured into her ear.

I moved on to the zipper of her skirt. The soft, slow rasp as I lowered it a punctuation to what we were doing.

This was more than the start of a fling. This was two people, two hearts, that had found each other after too long drifting alone.

With a soft moan, she pressed her hips back, her hands guiding mine as I pushed the skirt down her hips. Meeting me, letting me know she was in this with me.

Grazing my palms up her body, I cupped one around her breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb as I slid my other hand down the smooth expanse of her belly, sliding a finger into her. “Fuck, you’re so slick. See, baby, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

I withdrew my fingers from her body and spun her by the hips.

Her heated gaze ran over my torso as she brushed the shirt from my shoulders, trailing her fingertips down my stomach. “I thought of you so much. No one has ever touched me or made me feel like you did.”

My abs bunched under her touch. The smallest caress from this woman, and my body reacted. She owned me.

I held my breath as she undid the button-fly of my jeans. With each slow unfastening, she pressed her knuckles into me, giving me pressure, stealing my ability to function as I waited.

“Liv,” I gasped as she pulled the fly open. Sliding her hands around my hips, she pushed my jeans down as she sank to her knees before me. My hands landed in her hair, while hers made a slow exploration up my legs. Memorizing me. Her touch every bit as thorough as mine had been.

By the time she took me in hand, I was hard as a rock for her.

“Looks like you recovered nicely,” she quipped, and then sank my whole dick into her mouth. Taking me deep—so deep I could feel the back of her throat. Fuck, she stole my ability to speak, to think.

“Jesus, I like the look of your lips around my cock,” I growled out, taking a fistful of her hair in my hand. “My dick has been hard for weeks knowing you’re under my roof. The thought of you naked, showering… fuck.” I pumped hard into her mouth, unable to control myself. Dammit, I was too close, already.

“I’m like a horny teenager around you, Livvie. Zero control,” I said, pulling out of her mouth. I cupped a hand under her chin, lifting her to stand. “I need to be inside you.”

I couldn’t stop touching her, kissing her. She wrapped one leg around my waist, moaning into my mouth like maybe she was as lost as I was.

With my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her ass, I lifted her up, ready to haul her to the bed. Ready to bury myself so deep inside her, I’d never want to see the light of day again. One step toward the bed, and I kicked her suitcase, scattering the unpacked contents across the floor.

I broke the kiss with a curse. “Ow, fuck.”

“Oops.” She giggled. My buttoned-up queen giggled like a schoolgirl.

I dumped her on the bed, ready to claim her, but a shiny object caught my eye. “Well, what do we have here?”

“Oh my God.” Her huge eyes took in the bullet, the most gorgeous flush staining her skin all the way down her chest. “I cannot believe that, of all things, is what fell out of that suitcase.”

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