Page 37 of The Lieutenant

After yanking the snorkel from my mouth, I punched him playfully, yet harder than I’d intended, his head snapping back. “Oh, shit.”

When he floated onto his back, I debated reacting, but he wasn’t moving very quickly.

“Havros. I didn’t mean to do that.” I rushed toward him, momentarily horrified I’d hurt him. Well, duh. He’d played me again, jerking up and cupping my face. He yanked down mymask then his before wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck.

“Are you certain,glykó mou gatáki? Or were you eager to see me squirm, maybe bleed?”

“You’ll know if that’s what I want.”

“I look forward to it.”

My breathing was ragged, my pulse racing. Yes, he’d had this effect on me from the beginning, but I was overwhelmed by the intense need for him, a desire so strong I couldn’t seem to control myself.

He furrowed his brow before dropping his head. “Yes, my kitten. I look forward to seeing all the nasty things you’re capable of.”

I hadn’t been prepared for him to capture my mouth, crushing his lips against mine. He wrapped one arm around me, keeping me as close as possible. While the water was chilly, the frenetic electricity we shared was rapidly heating the surface.

He spun me around in another circle before thrusting his tongue inside. For all the kisses I’d received and those I’d endured, nothing had prepared me for the passion this man exuded. His lips were soft, his hold firm, and his cock thick and throbbing as he pressed it between my legs.

I wanted to be angry, to do everything I could to shove him away, but nothing with or around him was normal. Including my reactions. The haze forming around us was beautiful, just as luminous as the world under water.

The kiss wasn’t just passionate. The moment of sheer and wanton intimacy had sparked those awakened senses into an entirely different level. No man kissed this way, soft whennecessary, then possessive to prove a point. I was rattled, quivering all the way to my toes.

He took his time exploring my mouth while dominating my tongue. There was no doubt what he doing, taking full control in a way I wouldn’t want to fight. So I clung to him instead, angry the masks wrapped around our necks were getting in the way. I grabbed a handful of his hair, tangling my fingers in the long, wet strands.

They felt silky, more so than any man had the right to have. Even the feel of being in his arms wasn’t normal by anyone’s standards. I could float away on a cloud.

When he dared break the kiss a few seconds later, he instantly let me know he wasn’t finished by fisting my hair, yanking back my head to expose my neck. I wasn’t one hundred percent positive, but I was confident I’d heard a deep, rumbling growl before he nipped my earlobe.

I wiggled in his hold, trying to tell myself this was a very bad idea. But the bad girl side of me was winning, a completely inappropriate hunger forcing its way to the surface. I was shocked how intense the moment had become, the heat between us like a roaring forest fire. I’d never used so many adjectives to describe any experience with a man in my life.

There was something sinfully demanding about the way he raked his teeth from one side of my jaw to the other. It was highly possessive.

He wasn’t saying anything as he reared back, yet his eyes were screaming volumes. Lust and filthy fornication. That was what he had on his mind. When he yanked off his mask, I did thesame, concerned why I was mimicking him. I had no intention of allowing anything to happen between us. That would be…

Reprehensible.

The word floated in my mind as he grabbed both masks in one hand, able to snag the snorkels as well. I hadn’t realized we’d floated closer to the dock until he swung the items onto the deck’s surface.

I was a little surprised and maybe a little disappointed when he let me go, but immediately noticed he’d slipped both arms under the water. “What are you doing?”

Seconds later I found out as he pulled off his swim trunks, tossing them on the deck. By the light of the half moon, I was still able to see the lust-filled look on his face as he reached out. When he started tugging on my bikini bottoms, I immediately jerked my head up from the dock to the shoreline. The music was loud enough I could hear the words, although I couldn’t understand a single one.

Yet the heated feeling was more about the thought of being caught. “We’re outside. We’re in a public place. People could walk by.”

I found it interesting I didn’t argue with him or try to fight off his hands as he yanked the tight material down my thighs.

“Yes, we’re outside in a beautiful location. My family owns the property, remember? And let them. I have no issue showing off what belongs to me, an incredible prize.”

“I don’t belong to you and I’m no one’s prize. Trust me on that.” I still wasn’t fighting, even sliding my palms up his chest and over his shoulders.

“Hear me, Kara. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

With the simple twist of time, he’d become the possessive man every woman wanted, the one plastered on the covers and pages of dark and demanding romance novels. His roughness intensified as he lifted me from the water, holding me aloft for a few seconds. As he brought me down, the tip of his cock easily slipped into my wet opening.

I squirmed, a single moan escaping. He held me tightly, allowing me the briefest few seconds of luxurious control as my muscles stretched to accommodate his huge shaft. I threw my head back, nervously laughing as I stared up at the stars.

Nothing had prepared me for the rush of vibrations or the jolts of current. Yet I continued to think and believe all of this was madness. While every moment spent with the man was also intoxicating, this was something I had to consider wrong on so many levels.

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