Falling with Grace - Page 156

“I think that’s what’s on your mind.” I grinned as he pulled back, a growl vibrating through his chest.

“Is that so?”

His hands dug into my hips as he pulled me closer to the edge of the couch, my center pressed against him.

“Yes.” I gasped, my hands finding his shoulders, the blanket falling to the cushion behind me. “I couldn’t possibly be thinking about your lips on my body or the feel of your kisses on my breasts.”

Our gazes clashed, his heady with need. My teeth dug deeper into my lip as the silence grew into a deafening cacophony of breaths and thumping hearts.

“No.” His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. “Couldn’t possibly.” With a twitch of his wrist, he tossed my shirt over his head to land on the edge of the hot tub, my fingers twisting the two buttons before he stopped me.

He tugged the center of his shirt, and buttons flew, his bare chest on display.

“Definitely not.” My lips crashed with his as I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands pulling me up with him as he stood, my legs fastened around his hips.

Our tongues twirled around, saying the things we couldn’t, my core rubbing against his as he stepped down the wooden steps to the beach.

“Wait.”

I dug into my pocket, my lips deserting him, and tugged the rosary from its confines. “I don’t want to lose this.” Placing the beaded necklace on the white retaining wall, I wrapped my remaining arm around his shoulders and peppered kisses along his neck.

“One day, you’ll tell me what that means to you.”

“Maybe.” I kissed his cheek. “Probably.” My lips touched his ear. “Most definitely.” The tip of my tongue pulled his earlobe into my mouth as I nibbled. A slight sigh escaped him.

Water splashed up to my butt as he crashed into the ocean, the water warm yet lending a chill across my exposed flesh. I shrieked. “It’s cold.”

“You won’t notice when I’m deep inside you.”

My legs tightened around his waist as he walked us deeper into the calm waters, the slight waves lapping at my back. Water settled between us, the salty wash swirling around my exposed breasts.

“Take them off.” His lips ran down my cheek, his teeth nibbling at my neck as I fiddled with the button on my shorts.

I unwound my legs, my feet sinking into the soft sand below, and slipped off my shorts and underwear while he made quick work of his.

“What about sharks? Won’t they smell the blood on you?”

“Let them.” His hands wrapped around me, not letting a second go by as he settled between my legs, his cock sinking deep inside of me.

Gasps escaped us, and my head pitched to the sky as I gyrated against him, his arms wrapped tight around me.

“Do you want to know whose blood it is?”

My lips pressed against his in a frantic need, consuming my system from the moment his hands touched me. “Do I want to?”

He thrust in deep, and I gasped, my clit grinding against him. Electrical currents rushed past my crossed ankles and straight to my toes as he thrust again and again, every fiber of my being on fire in the warm water.

“I think you do.”

My hands dove into his hair as a tight coil in my belly unfurled with a long, sensual groan, my orgasm running through my veins and tightening my thighs against him.

“Yes. God, yes.”

I whimpered as he continued his relentless punishment inside of me, his thrusts deep, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as if I’d disintegrate within his grasp.

He pulled free from my body, his hand disappearing between us as he groaned. Warmth spread across my flesh as I rubbed against him. Goosebumps followed in its wake.

His heavy breaths hit my ear as he leaned into me. “This is Carter’s blood.”