Page 82 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

Lexie gives a sweet little moan and presses her shoulders into the door.

I part her thighs and tease her with my tongue, flicking and stroking. She’s practically vibrating beneath me, her breaths soft, hungry pants. My head is buzzing with the need to make her come, to be the source of her surrender, to taste her pleasure on my tongue.

She starts to tremble, her fingers in my hair. I move with her, reading her cues, lost in her needs. Fuck, I’ve missed this feeling. Of being connected to another person, to give in completely. To trust. To let go.

Lexie comes with a cry, her fingers tight in my hair. Breathing fast, she slumps against the door. I rise, caressing my way up, and kiss her. She kisses me back, and throws her arms around me.

“Please tell me I get to do that to you,” she says.

“Later.” I unbutton my shirt and yank it off, then toe off my shoes.

We kiss again, the feel of her body against me creating an edgy ache deep down in my core. I’ve been alone with my longing for four years. Letting go of it feels almost painful, like I’m shedding a layer of skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” I say, my voice ragged. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift. With a squeak, she hugs my shoulders. Her sandals slip from her feet, landing on the floor.

Her eyes stay locked on me as I carry her upstairs to my room.

I set her down on the bed and unhook her bra. The fabric falls away and I arch down to kiss her. She gasps as I take her nipple into my mouth. I suck and tease while she sighs, eager for more.

She rubs over my jeans. I’m throbbing so hard that her touch is electric. I groan, the sound echoing through me. I caress down and stroke her, my touch tender, so I can feel everything. She sighs into my mouth, and strokes me harder.

I so badly want to go slow, savor every sigh and groan, every caress. But I’m not that patient tonight.

I spin her around and kiss her shoulder while caressing her body, my fingers shaking and my pulse exploding in my ears.

Lexie leans into me, her ass grinding against my cock. I fold her forward until her hands rest on the bed. Fuck what a view. Slowly, I caress down her back to the flare of her hips. Her skin is so smooth. Perfect.

A tremor passes through her.

I stroke the inside of her thigh, to where she’s wet and plush. “You need me here, don’t you, sweetheart?”

She jolts from my touch. “Please.”

I take the condom from my pocket and tuck it into my teeth, then unbuckle and slide down my jeans. With her sides heaving and her panties tangled around her thighs, I roll on the condom and close the distance between us. I steady her with my hand on her lower back, and slide between her thighs. This simple contact is almost too much. A carnal hunger rises through me—fast and powerful. I feel dizzy.

Lexie whimpers. Slowly, I drive inside her.

“Fuck, sweetness.”

I cradle her waist, grounding myself in the feel of her body. Holding her there, I want so badly to make this last. But it’s too good, my hunger too powerful.

Lexie gives a soft little groan, lighting me up.

I rock into her while she grips the sheets. I take in the curve of her hips and the her strong shoulders, her warmth and the sensual arch of her spine.

Our bodies move together in this intimate, desperate dance, our breaths loud in the quiet room.

She tightens around me and lowers her head. “Dawson,” she gasps. “I’m coming…oh…”

Moving at her pace, I tighten my grip on her waist. She comes in a series of sharp cries, pulsing around me. It tips me over the edge, and my release rips through me like sweet fire.

Breathing fast, I hold her there as the sensations tumble inside me.

I fold over her and breathe, my cheek resting on her back. Her rapid heartbeat echoes through her chest. When we’ve both come down, I take care of the condom and gather her in my arms.

I climb onto the bed and lay down with her. She closes her eyes and kisses me, her lips embracing mine with a soft, needy tug. My emotions flicker and flare, like a candle. I want more, but I want to hold her and kiss her, cherish her.

I drape a blanket around us. With a slow sigh, the last of the tension fades from my body. Lexie must sense this, because she leans back, her eyes apprehensive in the dim light.

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