Page 61 of Silk Shadow

Fuck, she felt amazing. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her smooth stomach rubbed against his, and her long legs gripped the back of his calves. It was the hottest kiss he could remember. Ever. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want it to end.

The water lapped around them as the kiss deepened. They hungrily explored each other’s mouths, tasting and savoring as if they’d been starved and were finally allowed to indulge.

Her skin was soft and slid against his under the water, making it all the more erotic. His cock got the message and sprang to life, straining painfully against the swimming trunks. She locked her legs around him, making him groan. The heat in his balls and the coolness of the water was driving him crazy. Add to that the gentle rubbing of her groin, and he was ready to explode.

He still hadn’t stopped kissing her. Couldn’t. She was addictive, like water when you’d been stuck in the Afghan desert for weeks. He drank her in, losing himself in her kiss. Drowning.

Holy Christ. He was losing it.

She clung to him like a limpet, heat radiating between them. Grasping her butt, crushing her against his throbbing erection, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see the fucking water boiling.

Izzy moaned his name and, swear to God, he got goosebumps. Somehow, she repositioned herself so that his cock was rubbing against the lycra fabric of her bathing suit. He felt her softness, her heat, and nearly came right then and there.

He had to get a grip. He couldn’t let rip in the goddamn swimming pool, no matter how badly he wanted to.

But hell, if only the material wasn’t there. He was desperate to be inside her, to feel her heat, to claim her as his own.

But he mustn’t. Jesus, he must not.

That would be impossible to come back from. A heated kiss in the swimming pool on a hot day was explainable, justifiable even. But sex?

No one ever came back from sex. Not on a job.

It would ruin everything.

He began to push her away, but she clung to him, her voice hoarse with desire. She was feeling it too. “Don’t stop.”

“Izzy, I?—”

She reached under the water and pulled down his trunks, followed by her own, which she kicked off. They floated to the surface behind her.

“We can’t…” he whispered.

She held his gaze, her eyes filled with a heat that had his heart pounding faster than a semi-automatic. “We can.”

Suddenly, there was nothing between them anymore. The cool water caressed his cock before she wrapped herself around him again.

This time he was lost. A loud groan escaped him as he plunged into her deep, dark depths.

Oh, shit.

He froze, wondering if it was a mistake, but she ground against him, urging him on.

After that, he couldn’t stop himself. He bit down on her lip as he thrust inside. She gasped and hung onto him like a life raft in stormy seas. Like she had in the inflatable.

Her fingertips pressed into his back, and she cried, “Oh!” before finding his mouth again.

He held her butt firm and began to move in and out of her, slowly and luxuriously, savoring every stroke.

Fuck.

He’d never felt anything like it.

Her bikini top came undone and floated away. Her nipples grazed his chest, hard now from her arousal and the temperature of the water.

He kissed her hard and deep until she broke away, gasping for breath.

“Oh, God, Viper. Feels. So. Good.”

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