Beautiful Beast - Page 124

“I do home workouts before I start reading,” I reply. “Actually, it’s the first thing I do every morning before I can come up with a reason why I shouldn’t bother. Anyone who says barre isn’t a real workout has never tried it.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he replies. “I’d rather lift weights than… Well, whatever you do with a barre.”

I laugh. “The whole lifting weights thing looks good on you.”

Adam’s big hands work their way down my back, sending shivers coursing all through my body. If there’s any way to convince him to have sex on the beach, I’ll find it.

“Lay down,” he growls, and I wonder if he read my mind.

I lay face down on the lounger and Adam keeps up his firm and delicious massage, paying extra attention to the sides of my ass.

He leans over me and growls into my neck. “Not only did you make me leave the penthouse, but now you’re giving me a boner on the beach.”

“I can help you out with it,” I suggest.

“I’m beginning to believe that you’re an exhibitionist.”

“Only with you. Everything is only with you.”

Adam works his way down my legs, and this task has definitely become a reason to touch me rather than a sun protection plan.

It’s the last long weekend of summer, and I rented a house with a private beach. While there are people a hundred feet away on either side of us, no one can use our little stretch.

It cost a ton – by my standards – and even though Adam could have gotten us something much better, I’m still proud of myself for saving up and affording it.

When you grow up with nothing, it’s a great feeling to work a good job and spend money on the people you love.

And there’s no one I love more than Adam.

Our spot is secluded enough that he should feel comfortable, and out in the world enough that hopefully another piece of his wall will fall.

“Flip over,” Adam orders.

I do, and the unmistakable sight of his massive erection pushes against the black material of his swim trunks.

He gets so hard, so worked up, just from looking at me and touching me.

He’s already seen me naked and had me in every possible way, but he still gets excited when he catches a glimpse of me in a bikini.

And I love it.

He applies more lotion and massages his way up my inner thighs, which are shaking with need. This man can make me so desperate just by existing.

My nipples are peaked and hard as glass, and he reaches a hand up to roll one and then the other between his fingertips.

My head falls back on a moan and my eyelids start to flutter closed, but I force them back open. If there’s one sight I never want to miss, it’s a turned-on Adam touching me.

He climbs on top of me and scrapes his teeth on my neck while one hand snakes between my legs and expertly finds my clit through my bikini bottoms, which is a hard bundle of raw nerve endings. He pushes into it while he palms and squeezes one of my breasts.

My body is ready to combust.

I grip his hard bicep for balance and to steady myself even though I’m lying down. He throws me completely off-kilter no matter what we’re doing.

My hips are rocking wildly, desperate to feel any part of him inside my body.

“I need your pussy dripping down my hands,” Adam growls. “I want my forearm soaked with you, princess.”

He moves my bikini bottoms to the side and plunges two fingers inside me without warning, urgent moans ripped from my throat. I want to scream, plead and beg, but don’t want to draw any attention to us, especially before I’ve gotten my hands on Adam’s dick.