Page 53 of Deep Waters
She flicked a hand. “Oh, you know. It’s something the youths say.”
“Youths. Because we’re so old?” I asked, fascinated with the way her gaze shifted away and back. We’d gotten wildly off topic. I was trying to convince her to take us seriously, not tease her. Or at least not about that.
My thighs bracketed hers, the warmth of her skin branding me. Arms still braced above her head, my upright position gave me an excellent view down her tank top. Really, A+ planning on my part.
I dipped my head, tracing my nose gently from the back of her ear, down her neck to her collarbone. Rae somehow always smelled of the sea to me. Maybe it was the boat work. Or living onSailor Swift. I would have thought the scent would fade as we spent moretime inland, but her skin was deliciously salty. My tongue swiped out to taste. Rae whimpered softly. My lips drew into a smile against her shoulder.
“I think we’ve got a lot of life left in us,” I scolded gently, dropping a kiss on the swell of her left breast. Rae’s breath caught on a gasp as I dipped lower, pulling her pert nipple into my mouth. The soft cotton dampened beneath my tongue.
I lifted one thigh, scooting her legs apart until I could kneel between them. Tracing my palms over the curve of her quads, I relished the mix of strength and softness there. Rae reached for me, palms sliding across my shoulders.
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to taste her salty-sweet on my tongue. I slid my fingers beneath the legs of her shorts, watching her face. Slithering a fingertip beneath the lace edge of her panties made her lashes flicker. But I wanted more. Toying with the elastic, exploring and retreating, seemed to make Rae flush harder, her face turning an adorable shade of pink.
“How about I take these off?”
“Yes, please.”
She arched off the bed, helping me ease her underwear and shorts away, leaving her in the tiny tank top and nothing else. Her nipples stood out in stark relief against the soft cotton. Rae splayed her thighs, seeming unbothered that her slit lay obscenely open to my gaze. Wanton and unreserved. Maybe she sensed the absolute admiration that kept me in thrall to her slick heat.
Raw need bloomed, the knife edge of urgency slicing beneath my skin. Our interlude in the shower would live on as one of the best memories in my life, at least until we supplanted it with new ones.
Dropping back until I could kiss her patella, trace the delicate bones of her knee, I smiled when she speared her fingers through my hair, gripping my head tightly.
“Not exactly what you had in mind?” I hummed, dragging my lips up her right thigh.
She quivered beneath my touch. Mewling softly. So fucking sexy.
Tracing a path to her clit with my tongue sent her into overdrive, her thighs taut beneath me as I worshipped at her altar, remembering how she’d looked with my cock in her mouth. Wanting to give her a memory just as shattering. When she finally went limp beneath me, I skated my mouth over the curves and valleys of her body, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.
“So sexy. And mine.” Claiming her felt right. She arched for another kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck.
She toyed with the short hair at my nape, tugging gently. That tension drew straight to my cock, tightening me further.
Lip caught between her teeth, she smiled coyly at me. Something about the sweep of her lashes was more erotic than a full-on striptease.
“Fenwick.” She tugged again at the hair between her fingers.
“My attention’s all yours, love.”
Her lips twitched. She rolled her hips beneath me suggestively, arching a brow.
“Do you want something, Dawkins?” I asked with a fake casualness.
My erection strained against her thighs. It took an act of will to pretend it meant nothing. That I wasn’t gasping for her.
She rolled again, rubbing sinuously against me in slow motion, vertebrae by vertebrae. “You know… as much as I enjoyed that, I can’t get pregnant that way.” Her nose wrinkled. “Not that I’m ready to be a mom, but I needed to point out the obvious.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“That we needlotsmore practice before I’m prepared to consider naming rights.”
I reached for a condom. “Lucky for you, Ilovepractice. I’m super good at it.”
Dropping to my elbows, I levered myself over her body, probing her entrance. Dipping for a taste. Slowly, I slid forward, until I was buried deep, her arms wrapped around my neck. Needing more than our physical connection, I drifted toward her mouth, smiling when she met me in the middle for a kiss that was at once sweet and needy. She arched, tightening her inner muscles, and I hissed, struggling for control.
“Yep,” I bit out on a croak. “Super good.”
Her gentle laughter cut off as I retaliated with a rough thrust that sent us scooting across the mattress. Her hands dug into my hips deep enough to leave fingernail dents, but I loved the urgency as she met me in a thrusting, arching mess of a race to orgasm. Hearts pounding, gasping, the energy built between us, cresting in wave after wave as we tipped over the edge together, hands clasped over our heads, fingers entwined.
