Page 69 of Her Maine Risk

“Alex,” I groan, and he rocks against me, my body feeling electrified.

Kissing the hollow of my throat, his lips slide up the column of my neck, and recapture mine in a searing kiss.

I feel him everywhere.

I’ve never been kissed so fully. Like he’s worshiping me, and giving as much as he’s taking from me.

And he’s taking everything.

He’s drinking from my lips. Savoring my taste.

Without the taste of smoke on his tongue, I’m left with just the spice of him, and it’s just as addicting.

Rolling us over so I’m on top, it’s my turn to press him into the sand. My body has a life of its own, and I rock against him, feeling him through my leggings.

A small moan escapes me, and Alex swallows it, gripping my ass harder, no doubt imprinting his fingertips on me.

I want more.

I need more.

But our bubble is busted when the laughter of children has me pulling away so fast, I fall back on my butt, my arms unable to catch me.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my eyes widening at the two kids and their dad carrying a canoe.

I feel my face redden with embarrassment, and when I look at Alex for help, he’s just lying there, shaking with silent laughter.

Amusement dances in his eyes, and my face grows even hotter.

Scurrying to my feet, I start walking back up the small beach and avoid looking at the dad or kids.

I try and brush the sand off of me, but there’s too much. It’s coating my whole backside from my head to all the way down my legs.

“Sorry, sir,” I hear Alex say, jogging to catch up with me. “Well that was unexpected.” He laughs. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever showed up while I’m here.”

Ignoring him, I keep walking, and when we reach the small gravel lot again, he steps out in front of me, making me stop short.

“Mel, wait. You’re not upset, are you?”

“No,” I tell him, brushing the sand out of my hair. “Just slightly mortified that children caught us almost–”

“Almost what?” He smirks.

“Shut up.” I laugh. “Ugh, I have sandeverywhere.”

“Let me help,” he offers, wrapping his arms around me. Brushing the length of my back and down over my butt, he smiles cheekily.

“This is your version of helping? Copping a feel?”

“I’m helping, gorgeous. I’m just multitasking.” Squeezing my ass, he captures my lips in a quick, hard kiss. “Want to return the favor?”

Laughing, I wrap my arms around him and brush wherever I can reach, eventually landing on his tight ass and giving him a squeeze. Oh, sweet lord, he’s got a fine ass.

“Copping a feel?”

“Yup. Just returning the favor.” I smile.

“Fair is fair,” he says, kissing me again.

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