Page 39 of Hot Summer's Prey

“Mmm, not that little guy,” she says, wiggling her hips against my sifon, which has half-emerged from its shell. “Though you’re right, it’s not little.”

Teasing, tormenting woman. I lean into her neck, kiss her before sucking hard.

For as silly as her voice sounds underwater, her moans do not. No, the vibration travels through the water so I can hear her pleasure without the delay of air. I whimper into her shoulder, knowing that I made a mistake. My hips thrust against her without thinking, and she shudders against me.

“Whatever we’re doing, yes,” she sighs.

I clear my throat, try to clear my head. The pull of her sexuality is too much, but I need her to be safe. Safety, then fucking.

“When I move, you move,” I tell her. “We’re going to swim together. I kick, you kick.”

“This isn’t bound to be erotic at all,” she mutters.

If I had human ears, I probably wouldn’t have heard it. I wish I didn’t. Because she’s right. She’s very, very right. As soon as I begin kicking, I feel it. She pushes her legs back with each kick, teasing the nerves on the front of my legs with the feel of her. Holding her hips tightly against mine too means I feel the movement of her ass as she undulates her hips with mine. I move her hands above our heads to make us more hydrodynamic, and as I do, I cannot help but drag my hands down her arms. She shivers against me.

Whatever force is causing these earthquakes, I cannot lose focus. I keep my eyes on the waters ahead, scanning the open blue for any signs of danger.

As we pass by schools of fish, I feel the breath leave Teresa in awe-filled bursts.

“They’re so pretty,” she murmurs.

I smile next to her, sneaking glances at her expression with my head nestled over her shoulder. The school glitters in the rays of sun that filter through the water. I let myself kiss her neck before pushing forward, ensuring we delay no longer in getting to the surface.

I spot a Great White in the distance—a sign that we’re nearly there. My arms wrap tighter around Teresa, despite knowing they don’t usually go after humans and that she has my protection. But when one of your friends is the ghost of a sailor eaten by a shark, it makes you a little more weary around them.

This area of the shoreline, I know well. The shelf of sand and rock and petrified wood has a distinct look to it, and I follow the marks until I find the grey rock leading to the cave. We are finally in shallow enough water, we can stand, so I release my hold on Teresa and let her gather to her feet.

17

SO WE MEET AGAIN, MR. SEX CAVE

TERESA

“That was so cool!” I squeal as soon as I’m above the water.

Pacari looks back at me with a hopeful smile. Here, above the water, with the sun shining down on the glittering water as it runs off his skin, he’s gorgeous. It’s nothing compared to how he looks under the water, but my breath leaves me as I look him over.

And then I can’t help it. My free hand reaches out to grab him by the shoulder. I pull him down to my level and plant the biggest smooch on those pretty fishboy lips of his. He laughs under the kiss, but wraps his arms around me. Finally able to touch him, I can’t help myself. I need him. Desperately.

I jump to mount him without thinking, but he wasn’t ready for it, so he falls back into the water and me with him.

“Teresa,” he murmurs in the middle of our laughing and kissing.

My hair stands on end, hyper alert of the almost predatory sound to his voice. I love his voice. I love every sound that comes out of him.

“Not here,” he growls, lifting us both out of the water as soon as he’s found solid ground again.

We scan the beach, fairly empty at this hour, luckily. It’s just after daylight and what humans there are out are surfing farther down the beach from us.

“Wherever you want,” I breathe.

He pulls me into his arms and carries me—again!—past the rough rocks and in towards…

The sex cave.

“Fancy us meeting here again,” I giggle. “Here, in your sex cave.”

“It’s not a sex cave.”

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