Page 47 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

I slip my tongue between her soft lips. Sparks erupt inside me. I kiss her harder, my grip firm in her hair.

Lexie comes, her cries sharp with yearning and joy that sparks my deepest hunger. Igniting the ache I’ve held inside for so long.

Quinn gives a soft sigh while Lexie collapses against him. Her sides heave as she recovers, and she smiles, then starts to laugh, her body shuddering against Quinn’s. He kisses the side of her neck, sucking loudly to tease her, and she laughs harder.

Quinn eyes me, and my insides churn with desire and frustration, but this time I don’t look away. He knows we’re playing with fire.

While Quinn cuddles with her, I slip from the tub, my erection leading the way, to fetch towels and robes. We dry off. Lexie has trouble because of her tender hands, so I gently dry her body, then wrap her up in the robe.

“Can we dry my things?” she asks, her cheeks still flushed.

“On it.” Quinn gathers up our clothes and darts into the hallway.

I lead Lexie to the bed and pull her into the center. She curls into me, resting her head on my chest.

“You doing okay?” I ask, savoring the warmth of her body.

“Yeah,” she replies. “Is it weird, what we’re doing?”

This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked this. “Does it feel weird?”

“No. Just different.”

“Tell me more about that.”

“I liked it when you kissed me…at the same time. That you were part of it too. I’ve never felt like that before.”

“Does it scare you?”

She shakes her head. “I trust you.”

My gut takes a dive, because what have I done to deserve this trust? I kiss the top of her head.

She shifts her position, her thigh brushing the erection I’ve had since we kissed at the back of the truck in the rain.

“Can I touch you?” she asks.

The question tightens the knots in my chest. She’s being careful with me and I hate it—I should be the one being careful with her.

She repositions so she’s on her side, propped on her elbow. One of her narrow little eyebrows arches up. “Or maybe I could watch.”

Where the hell is Quinn? I wonder if he’s leaving us alone on purpose.

“Okay, but on one condition.” I give my cock a stroke over my towel. “You have to play too.”

Her cheeks flush. “No way.”

I cross my arms behind my head and give her a sly smirk. “Then no deal.”

She scowls, her mouth scrunching adorably. “Fine.”

“You start.”

She bites her lip. Then, with a deep breath, she unties the sash of her robe and slips her fingers between her thighs. I watch, mesmerized, my pulse pumping thick and hard against my spine.

Maybe I do like to watch.

Lexie sighs, her fingers stroking slowly up and down.

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