Page 92 of Survival

“Oh, you know me, miss adventurous,” I teased, waving a casual hand.

“I’ll eat up every minute of it,” he growled, that hunger returning to his eyes, but his grin was there, keeping the teasing mood.

“So, did you like what you saw?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know.” He pretended to think. “I might need another look.”

He stepped back, holding my hand above my head as he gazed down at me, and when I did a slow spin, I felt my flesh shiver under the heat of his gaze.

“Well?” I breathed when he pulled me close again.

“Very nice. I’ve definitely missed that view. How was yours?”

“Excellent.” I pressed my palms flat to his chest again, loving the feel of those slick, lean contours under my touch. “You know I love you, right?”

“As much as my looks?” He raised a playful brow, and I swatted his chest.

“Tucker!”

He laughed and bent to press his mouth to mine, his lips gentle, testing before asking for entrance. I reached up to grab the back of his damp hair, tugging, and he groaned, deepening the kiss the way that I wanted. Probing, searching, intimate. Everything I felt for him swelled in my chest. But when his hand dipped beneath the water to slip between my thighs, I froze, pressing my legs together when I realized what he was trying to do.

Iknewhe wanted more. The heat in his eyes had been clear. Why had I let him kiss me so long out in the ocean, while we were naked?I must be insane.

I felt weak in his arms.

“Isabel, relax,” Tucker whispered into my ear. “How many times have you done this for me now? Trust me.”

I shivered, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the water or the feel of his breath on my neck. Or maybe it was the way he said my name…

Nervous, I reached down for him, thinking we could do it together, but he stopped me, turning me around so that my back rested against the contours of his stomach. My lungs felt tight, my nerves building, but when Tucker reached between my legs again and his fingers found my clit, I couldn’t help but inhale at the feel of it.

He was gentle and slow, and suddenly, any urge I had to argue disappeared. He was right. I needed to trust him, and I leaned my head back against his chest to give in to his touch as his fingers slowly stroked through my folds. He circled my clit, giving the sensitive nub the attention it craved, focusing there as my breaths became shallow. Slowly, he slid his way down, dipping his fingers into my core, pumping with a slow and steady rhythm. He pressed the palm of his hand to my clit, and I sucked in a breath, my head falling to the side with a whimper when his free hand found my breasts.

It had been a while, but he hadn’t forgotten my body any more than I’d forgotten his.

It was perfect and sweet, and damn him for knowing that I needed this. I wasn’t sure how, but it felt as though a weight was shifting, and now that the pressure of it was getting lighter, the strain it had been causing was starting to melt away with each tender touch and stroke Tucker placed on my body.

Hadn’t I wished for this earlier? That pain could wash away this easily, with something as simple as a gentle touch? I knew it wasn’t close to being gone, but even this small amount of relief helped to ease the ache.And Tucker knew. He knew I was ready.Just like before, he was the key.

I moaned as he stroked me, his fingers working me closer to my climax as the water gently danced around us, and I gasped when he leaned down to nibble at my ear, his lips finding that sensitive spot on my neck. I rose to my tiptoes, chasing the sensations, the build for release growing. I knew it was going to be powerful when I finished, sensing it long before it happened.

Tucker took his time, drawing out the experience I’d denied us for way too long, and I reveled in our connection, cherished it, my legs shaking when that slow and intense build had me ready to burst.

I was so close, nearly there, and I held myself to the strong arm across my chest of the only man that would ever know me this way. I didn’t trust my trembling body to hold itself up when I came.

Tucker’s grip around me tightened, and when his fingers found that perfect spot, curling inside me with just the right pressure, I cried out, my body trembling against him, clutching his arm to hold me up as I lost control with my release. My back arched, my toes no longer touching the ocean floor. I was lost, melting and spiraling and twisting with my orgasm as my senses took over.

When I finally finished, every muscle in my body gave out, but Tucker held me up, turning me in his arms. My head rested against his chest, listening to the way his heart raced. When I’d finally caught my breath and could feel my limbs, I looked up, finding those heated whiskey depths staring down at me, so much love in his gaze. I reached a hand up to touch his face.

“Thank you. I think I’d almost forgotten.”

“Anytime.” He smirked, obviously satisfied with himself.

When he began to reach below the water again, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. I was spent, satisfied but still not recovered, and we couldn’t spend the entire night this way.

“Come on. I’m ready for dessert. The edible kind,” I clarified when I saw his eyes spark.

Chapter 28

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