Page 124 of Nowhere to Hide
“Warn a guy.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I gripped her ass, dragging her over my very happy cock. “All that Pilates you’ve been killing me with every morning, I presume?”
“What, like you didn’t enjoy watching me improve the strength of my pelvic wall?”
“I don’t know what that means, but goddamn do I enjoy it.”
“It was the first time it didn’t hurt today.” She lowered her mouth to mine. “While I appreciate all the surfaces you find to bend me over.”
I growled and nipped her lower lip. “Best view on the sea.” I clapped my hand on her firm ass.
She yelped and ended on a laugh. “I need you to fuck me. Like we both want.”
“Oh believe me, I have been.” I ground her against me.
“Not enough. Not until my teeth rattle.”
I dragged in a sharp breath. “I don’t need to.”
“You do. I see it.” She cupped my face. “I see you holding back.”
I shook my head even though it was true. The need for her was steadily rising instead of easing off. It matched the tension that had already started infiltrating the last few days together.
Like we were in a holding pattern that could blow apart any minute.
She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into the muscles. “I know because I feel it too.” She ground down on me. “I need you not to be careful with me.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “That’s like asking me to be another person.”
“Just for a little bit,” she whispered against my mouth. “Just let go for a minute.”
The boat rocked and she grabbed the railing, lifting her breast right to my mouth. She used her thigh muscles to turn me toward the couch of the living section. I sat down, dragging her on top of me.
My hands raced down her back, pushing off the bit of fluff around her waist to palm her ass. I rocked her against mystraining cock and the world went a little fuzzy. Then I realized it was a ringing.
“Fuck.”
“Don’t answer it,” she said against my mouth.
The SAT phone was ringing in the drawer beside us.
She reached around and untied her top, distracting me enough that when the ringing stopped I roughly cupped her breasts together and feasted on both. She was panting out my name when the phone went off again.
I sagged against the window behind us, then noticed another boat was a little too close for comfort. “You have got to be kidding me.”
I grabbed the phone and the light blanket rolled up in the small cubby and tossed it to her.
She frowned, then looked out the window and quickly wrapped it around her. “Where did he come from?”
“I don’t know.” I set her on the couch and handed her the bikini top that had fallen to the ground. I answered the phone with a, “what?”
“Locke?”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Sorry, Bastian. We were in the middle of something.”
The silence on the other end of the line had me checking the screen to make sure the call didn’t drop. Bastian cleared his throat. “Sorry about that, but it was important.”
