Page 58 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

ChapterFifteen

QUINN

Dawson tossesLexie onto the bed, and she lands in the center, laughing. I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. Then I grab Lexie’s foot and tug her to the edge of the bed. She shrieks, but her eyes are lit with an eager gleam.

Dawson settles next to her on the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

I kiss the inside of Lexie’s thigh, my hunger exploding. Lexie sucks in a breath, squirming a little. I pin her gently to the bed and kiss higher, parting her thighs. Her skin is so incredibly soft. Taking my time, I caress and kiss while she pants, the scent of her arousal making me crazy.

I peel her panties down, revealing a triangle of soft curls and the pussy I’ve been dreaming about since yesterday.

Dawson utters a curse.

I kiss the seam of Lexie’s thigh and stroke her with the pad of my thumb.

She bucks against my hold.

“Show us how bad you want this,” Dawson says, his voice firm.

As if his words reassure her, she releases a desperate little sigh.

I part her open with my tongue, savoring her sweet, heady taste. She’s wet and plush and fucking incredible. Lexie utters a low moan. My hunger explodes.

She glides her fingers through my hair. “That feels so good.”

Using the pad of my fingers and the flat of my tongue, I savor her needy whimpers and her warmth. Her little clit hardens and her hips rock to meet my tongue. I circle her with a firm caress. “You want Dawson to fuck his hand while you come?”

Lexie groans.

Standing, Dawson unbuckles and frees his cock. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and pumps, his eyes fix on her.

“This is so dirty,” Lexie says, arching to me while watching Dawson. “But oh my God is it hot.”

I groan.You haven’t seen anything yet,precious.

She grips my hair, her eyes locked on Dawson as I bring her closer and closer to release. Her breaths get faster, louder, until she’s completely lost to her desire.

“I want to watch you come on his mouth,” Dawson rasps, his heavy breaths blending with Lexie’s soft pants, creating a soundtrack of filthy desires that will play over and over in my mind long after this night is over.

Lexie shudders, her grip on my hair like a vice. I tease and stroke, focusing where she needs me, until she comes undone.

Dawson’s groans merge with Lexie’s cries. Holy hell. I ride the wave of their pleasure until Lexie’s thighs start to tremble and she goes limp on the bed.

With my blood on fire, I kiss my way up her body, sliding the hem of her dress over her head, being careful not to rip it in my haste. I unhook her bra and slide it off, so there’s nothing left. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Her breaths have slowed, but her body is begging for more. I lean down and kiss her eager mouth. Gently, I caress over her chest to her soft breasts. Lexie inhales a sharp breath.

Dawson reappears from the bathroom, his desire and torment giving his eyes a dark hunger.

Lexie combs through my hair, her nails brushing my scalp in a way that lets me know she’s hungry too.

“I want to touch you,” she says, caressing down my chest to the waistline of my pants. Her touch sends prickles down my spine.

I roll to my back so I’m upright against the plush bank of pillows, and urge her to her knees. Our eyes lock for a tense moment before I pull her to me for a kiss. Her tongue swirls softly against mine, heating me from the inside out. I drink in her tender kisses while her fingertips glide down my chest.

Resting on her heels, she unbuckles my belt, and I help her tug everything off. To be completely bare for her while she drinks me in makes me crazy.

She caresses up my thighs. “Show me what you like.”

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