Page 134 of Her Maine Risk

Turning right out of the driveway, Alex picks up speed, and I close my eyes and tilt my head back, my body soaring with a rush of adrenaline.

I love this. The feeling of flying will never get old.

Smiling up at the sun, I take in the blurring wall of pine trees on either side of us.

The cool wind whips at my face, and my ponytail flaps out behind me like a ribbon in the wind.

But the ride ends all too soon when Alex turns off the road and parks in the little gravel lot of our beach. And the second the bike is off, I slide my hands down his torso, cupping him through his jeans, his cock already hard for me.

“Baby,” he groans, and I give him a little squeeze.

“Come on, Fonz, I want to see how sandy we can get,” I say playfully, kissing his shoulder before climbing off.

Tossing my helmet at him, I smile and take off down the dirt path that leads to the lake, laughing when I see the stunned look on his face.

When I reach the beach, I kick my shoes off and lift my sweatshirt over my head.

Alex comes through the trees a few seconds later, and stops when he sees me undressing.

“Hurry up, Alex.” I smile. “I need you.”

Flashing me a wolfish grin, he stalks towards me with purpose and determination, shrugging off his jacket, and dragging his t-shirt over his head in one motion.

I take two steps back, and his grin widens. “Scared?” he taunts.

“No,” I say, shaking my head.

Lifting my shirt over my head, I reach behind me, and unclasp my bra, his eyes zeroing in on my boobs. And in two long strides, he reaches me and hooks his arm around my waist, crushing his lips to mine in a hard, bruising kiss.

This kiss is possessive, owning, branding.

Moaning into him, Alex pulls back and makes quick work of unbuttoning my jeans and peeling them down my legs.

Placing my hand on his shoulder to keep balanced, he looks up at me from the ground, and I step out of them.

His hands skim up my legs, and standing slowly, he grips my waist. The next thing I know, I’m on my back in the sand, and Alex is over me, kissing his way down my neck and chest.

Sighing, I squirm beneath him, and slide my fingers through his mass of silky black hair. Pulling on the ends, he groans into my skin, and I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been wound up since we left the cottage.

“Alex, I need you in me. Now,” I demand, breathing hard. “Get your pants off, and get inside of me before I take care of me myself.”

“So eager, gorgeous.”

Shedding his pants, he spreads me wide and easily slides into me in one stroke.

“Yes,” I hiss, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see those honey chocolates.”

Peeling my lids open, I look into his emerald ones – my new favorite color. It follows me everywhere, and I hope it always does.

Alex moving inside of me sends fire through my veins.

Our bodies move together in a way that makes the world disappear.

It’s just him and me.

Us.

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