Page 102 of This Broken Heart

He grins, biting his lip. “I like it. Very tempting.”

“You’re incorrigible.” I pretend to glare at him, but secretly, I like it, too.

I like the way he looks at me.

68.

Josh

Everyone else decides to camp out by the water. Dad brings a cooler down and the girls content themselves between day drinking and wading in the water.

Trace and Maven, on the other hand, have worn themselves out. I don’t want them napping out here for fear of getting too much sun.

For that matter, Erin has been hiding under the umbrella like she’s part vampire.

We carry the kids back up to the house and by the time we step into the living room, they’re both conked out.

Laying Maven on my bed, Erin tiptoes out. I disentangle Trace’s arms from my shoulder, carefully setting him down, before following that perfect ass out of the room.

I’ve been desperate to pull her into my arms all afternoon and we finally have some time to ourselves. But Erin has disappeared. I stop, scanning the living room. Mom is standing in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine. “I thought I’d come up here in case the kids wake up, just in case you and Erin wanted to… take a nap.”

She turns, taking a big gulp of her wine, but she doesn’t quite hide the ornery look on her face. “I’ll just be sitting on the patio.”

Judas. Who is this free spirit and what happened to my ultra-conservative mother?

Acting like I have no idea what she’s getting at, I nod and turn back.

Heading towards the bedrooms, I hear the shower start up.

I pass through Erin’s room, knocking lightly on the door. A little shiver goes through me when she opens the door.

I step inside, locking the door behind me.

She stands in the middle of the bathroom, a hint of a smile on her lips. That swimsuit has been driving me wild all day. I step closer, twisting a lock of her hair around my finger. She tilts her head up to look at me. She looks almost shy, but I recognize the heat kindling behind those beautiful eyes. My thumb grazes her lower lip. I cradle the back of her head in my hand and lean down to kiss her. My lips claim hers, just as my hand finds the small of her back. I tug her into me, pressing my hips into hers, letting her feel how much I want her.

She curls her fingers around the waistband of my trunks and walks backwards toward the shower. She turns away, stepping in ahead of me. I step in behind her, pulling her body against mine. She feels so smooth against my body. Water cascades down her chest, mixing with sunblock, and my fingers glide along her slick skin. I squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples through her bikini top. She arches against my body, muffling a sigh in her throat. I push my trunks down my legs and step out of them. My cock presses against her back, sliding across her wet skin.

I feel like a bundle of loose wires. Trembling, crackling with electricity. I need her so badly it’s almost overwhelming. Guilt snaps at my ankles, but it can’t hold a candle to the flame tearing through my body.

Pulling her hair aside, my lips graze her skin. Her hand reaches over her head, hooking around the back of my neck. I push her bikini bottoms over her hips; they catch around her ankles and she steps out of them. My fingers slide up the slope of her shoulder, loosen the strings at her neck. Slipping my hands between us, I loosen the loop at her back. The top falls away and my hands slide across her curves. There’s nothing between us now and I’m almost shaking with the need to be inside her. I back her up against the shower wall. There’s a built in shelf behind her. I push the row of shampoo bottles to the ground and lift her up to the ledge.

It's just a few inches, not enough to fully sit on, but she doesn’t need to. I’ve got her. She braces her hands on the ledge and I wrap my arms around her thighs, pinning her in place with my hips.

My cock is caught between us, pressing against our bellies as I lean in to kiss her. She slides her hand up and down my shaft, moaning softly into my mouth.

I pull my hips back enough for her to position the head at her entrance and slowly push it in. We both watch as it delves deep inside, disappearing into her perfect body.

The showerhead rains hot water down on us as I thrust in and out, carefully, slowly. Her mouth is almost cool in comparison to the shower. I don’t think I could ever get tired of that sweet, velvety tongue.

She’s got her hands around my neck, trusting me to hold her, and that fills my heart up. I love that she’s trusting me with her body, with her heart.

My lips chart a path up her shoulder, focusing on the spot at the crook of her neck that treads the line between feeling good and feeling ticklish.

It makes her smile, and that’s why I go for it every time. Because this woman is a God-damn joy. She’s sunshine in a bottle and I want to borrow some of that.

I want to hold her to me and never let go.

She comes around my cock with a sweet, shaky little sigh. I watch her face the entire time, loving the expression of surprise with heady, hazy satisfaction.

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