Page 67 of Covenant

“You ruined my suit. Do you know how expensive this was?”

“Good. I hope it shrinks,” I spit out, and his eyes drop to my lips. I wet them and his nostrils flare.

And then I’m lurching forward and biting onto the side of his jaw.

His intake of breath doesn’t deter me. It just spurs me on. My tongue slips out and drags across his skin, making his fingers flex against me.

When he doesn’t react, I do the same thing to his ear, biting on the lobe with force, making him grunt in response.

Good. I want him to hurt.

Like I do.

“Wy,” he warns.

“Why don’t you fucking stop me?” I egg him on.

My teeth bite on his ear again and he inhales sharply. And before I know it, I’m spun around and pressed against the side of the pool, his body against mine, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t toy with me.”

“But you like it,” I whisper and then nip at his cheek. His hand clasps my jaw and wrenches my head back, exposing my neck.

“Do I?”

I arch my hips and drag my groin against his hardening cock.

“Yes.”

As I swallow, I feel the drag of his lips against my Adam’s apple. A growl grows inside of him, moving through his chest and into mine as he slides his mouth up my neck to my chin. It hovers over my lips as our eyes clash.

“Do it,” I rasp. “I dare you.”

Those pupils dilate and then his lips sink against mine, warm and lush.

My entire body combusts, my hands move from the side of the pool into his hair as I pull him closer. He slants his head and my tongue delves into his mouth. A low groan rumbles from him as I taste him. I swallow it down, my cock thickening between my legs as I do.

Fuck.Fuck.

I arch my hips up again and I feel him tremble against me as I drag my dick across his.

He’s just as hard as me.

Just as needy.

I suck on his tongue, and he bites mine, a war of sorts until we’re both moaning, hands grasping, bodies thrusting as we try to find relief.

But then suddenly he wrenches himself away from me, his chest heaving, his cheeks pink.

“Wha—” I begin, but he stops me with a swipe of his hand through his hair.

His lips twitch in anger, his gaze turned away from me.

“This what you wanted?” he finally asks and huffs in frustration. “You happy now? You win. You fuckingwin, Wy.”

And then without another word, he pulls himself out of the pool, water sluicing off his soaked clothes and onto the ground as he stalks toward the house.

I can do nothing but watch him go, my mind reeling. What the fuck?

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