Page 60 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

Suddenly, he was inches away, his lips taunting her with their proximity. “You know what the best way to shut me up is?”

“Drown you?”

“Kiss me.”

His words were like a caress across her skin, and she sucked in her breath at the sensations they aroused. There was nobody watching, no one to titillate or shock. It was a clear violation of everything she’d lined out for what their relationship would be.

And yet, she found herself leaning in, her eyes fluttering closed…

He must have been moving too, because his mouth crashed over hers, searing her lips like a brand. Gracie moaned and slid her hand over his shoulders to the back of his neck. The hair on his head was growing out, and the hairs tickled her palms as his tongue caressed hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a dull ache forming as her sensitive flesh met his warm skin beneath the water.

His hands tangled in her wet hair, pulling her head back and breaking their kiss. When his mouth trailed along the arched column of her neck, she dug her nails into his skin. He growled against her collarbone, and the sound vibrated all the way through her, turning the ache into a throb that left her whimpering with need.

God, how long had she fantasized about this? How many different ways and places had she imagined giving herself over to Eric?

His lips covered her hard nipple, and like everything else Eric did, there was no finesse. No teasing or playful nips and licks. Just raw, animal hunger.

He devoured her roughly, moving to the other breast and removing one of his hands from her hair to massage the neglected mound. She wiggled against him, wanting him inside her, fucking her, and giving her release, but she couldn’t form the words.

Eric released her and came up breathing harshly, staring into her eyes as droplets of water ran down his beard.

Eric’s fingertips skimmed over her collarbone toward her breast. “It’s just the two of us tonight, Gracie Lou. No past. No future. And no one ever has to know.”

Gracie’s heart slammed in a fast, heavy tempo at his words. Without tearing her gaze away, she reached between them and grabbed his cock in her hand. In answer, he was suddenly sitting on the step along the wall of the shallow pool. She removed her legs from around his waist and straddled his hips, planting her feet on the rough pool floor.

He brought her mouth down to his and covered the hand she had wrapped around him.

“Tell me you want this, Gracie Lou. That you want me. This. Now.”

She tried to move his cock where she wanted it, but he stopped her with a tug of her hair.

“I want to hear you say it.”

If Gracie had been in her right mind, she might have told him to get over himself, stop being a caveman, and fuck her.

But the intensity of his dark gaze told her he needed this. Needed her to say that she knew it was him. That she wanted this because it was with him.

And a tenderness for Eric Henderson she’d never known before melted over her.

Holding his face between her hands, she brushed her lips across his, whispering, “I want you, Eric. I want you inside me. Now.”

Gracie gasped as he let go of her hand and hair, and dug his fingers into her hips. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before Eric was pushing inside her, stretching her, and she held on tight to his shoulders as he pulled out a little and pushed farther in. Her eyes closed as he did it again, each time pressing deeper and deeper until she was completely seated.

His voice was guttural, pained, and rougher than she’d ever heard it before.

“Holy fuck. You feel better than I ever imagined.”

Gracie would have laughed or lingered on the fact that he’d fantasized about her too, but he was suddenly moving. No more short and slow; these thrusts were deep, fast, and she cried out as he hit the end of her, lights busting in her vision. The sensation was enough to make her eyes cross, and she could feel her insides hum as her orgasm built.

As her body started trembling and shaking with release, high-pitched cries escaped her. “Oh. Oh ohohohohyesGod…”

He picked up speed, leveraging her hips faster, as though he was a galloping horse.

“Come for me, baby. I wanna make you come so hard.”

Boom, like a lightning bolt had struck her body, she stiffened just as tingles of heat shot down every nerve ending. Her muscles contracted as she screamed, the sound dying slowly as he kept moving inside her, sliding over her aroused flesh and letting her ride the wave of ecstasy just a little longer.

Finally, spent, she sagged against his shoulder, her lips pressing tiny kisses against his skin.

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