Page 61 of Daddy Down Under

I arched into him, my head falling back against the wall as he nipped at my collarbone. “You. I need you.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “You’ve got me, Cash. Every single inch of me.”

To punctuate his words, he rolled his hips, grinding his hardness against mine. I nearly sobbed at the friction, my whole body aching for more.

“Feel what you do to me, baby,” Ocean growled against my lips. “Been wanting you all day.”

“Then take me.” I was too far gone to be embarrassed by the raw need in my voice. “Make me yours.”

A low sound rumbled from his chest, almost a purr. “With pleasure.”

In a move that left me dizzy, Ocean spun us and walked me backward through the suite. We stumbled into the bedroom, our lips never parting, hands roaming greedily. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, Ocean broke the kiss just long enough to strip my shirt over my head.

“God, you’re gorgeous. I could stare at you all night.”

I squirmed under his gaze, my skin flushed and tingling. “Rather have you do more than stare.”

A wicked grin curved his lips. “Oh, I plan to, baby. I plan to worship every inch of this beautiful body until you’re shaking and begging for me.”

His words sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my core. I reached for him, needing to feel his skin against mine, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.

“Ah ah,” he tutted. “I’m in charge, remember? You lie back and let me take care of you.”

I shivered at the dominance in his tone. Why was that so fucking hot?

Ocean held my gaze as he slowly, teasingly, undid the button of my shorts. The rasp of the zipper seemed obscenely loud in the quiet room. My underwear showed a wet spot where I was already leaking for him, and he pressed the heel of his palm against it. “So hard for me…”

“Ocean…” I whined. “I need…”

Hell, I wasn’t even sure what I needed anymore.

Him. I needed him. I needed him on top of me, inside me, all over me.

Those feelings that had been bubbling inside me, brewing, were now boiling over into something urgent and desperate, something I needed to let out.

Ocean made quick work of the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked and aching for his touch. He undressed himself with careless speed, dropping his clothes right where he stood, and climbed on top of me.

“God, look at you.” His hands skimmed up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “So fucking beautiful.”

I flushed at the reverence in his voice, still not used to being worshipped like this. Ocean seemed determined to map every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, like he was trying to commit me to memory.

“I’m going to take you apart,” he promised, his breath hot against my ear. “Piece by piece until you’re begging for me.”

A full-body shudder ran through me at his words. “Please,” I whispered, unsure what exactly I was asking for but desperate for it all the same.

When his lips closed around one of my nipples, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He lavished attention on the sensitive bud, licking and sucking until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair.

Ocean’s mouth was pure sin as it worked its way down my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

His teeth grazed my hipbone, and I nearly jackknifed off the bed, a strangled sound escaping my throat.

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”

And god, did he ever. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he nuzzled into the crease of my thigh, so close to where I needed him most. I could feel his breath, hot and damp, teasing me mercilessly.

“Ocean, please…” I wasn’t above begging, not when he had me wound so tight I felt like I might shatter at any moment.

He looked up at me through those impossibly long lashes, his ocean-blue eyes dark with want. “Please, what? Use your words.”

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