Page 75 of Fall Apart

“You sure?” I ask, hoping to have a moment, maybe a few moments, alone with him in the middle of the day.

He waves his hand and looks around the garage. “TJ’s car is gone and Tanner’s Sprinter isn’t in the driveway. I’m pretty sure it’s just us.”

He grins at me, clearly thinking the same thing judging by how fast he strides towards me. His hands find my hips, and his lips crash down, meeting mine. His mouth is taking and hungry. I’m just as wound up as him, wrapping a leg around his and pulling him tight against me.

“Now can we get these damn wetsuits off?” I pant.

“Yes, thank god.” His hands move from my hips to my zipper, pulling it down in a swift motion. He peels the wetsuit down myshoulders and off my arms. He freezes, his stare feral when he looks down at me. “That fucking bikini. I’ve thought about it so many damn times.”

I lean up to him, whispering against his cheek. “I thought you’d like that.” I remember the way his jaw dropped when I wore this bikini in the hot tub that first night at the condo.

He steps back, unzips his wetsuit and peels it off. His eyes never stop raking over me, leaving a trail of scorching flesh behind. But when he gets his wetsuit below his waist, it’s my turn to stare at the bulge in his board shorts that are straining to keep his length inside.

I bite my lip, already desperately aching between my thighs. I want him inside me. He grabs our wetsuits from the floor and hangs them along the drying hooks on the wall before striding back to me.

His mouth crashes down to mine again in a hot, messy, frantic kiss. His full lips are overpowering mine. His tongue slides over mine. He pulls back, staring at me with that emerald wildfire intensity that makes me clench my thighs in anticipation.

“Your room.” His voice is a command, not a question or suggestion. A command that I’m all too eager to follow, for now at least. Because I have one more surprise for him today.

CHAPTER 33

CLAY

DEAD WRONG

I practically sprintup the stairs behind Lizzy, pinching her ass that’s barely covered by the tiny bikini she was hiding under her wetsuit. We get to her room and I shut the door behind me, turning to see her standing between me and the bed. She’s giving me a wry smirk with one hand on her hip cocked out to the side.

I step towards her and she raises up one finger, gesturing for me to stop. I tilt my head, giving her a curious, amused look. She brings that finger to her lips and taps them. She looks at me and then points to the bed.

“Sit your ass there, against the headboard.”

My heart is pounding and I want to be all over her, against her, in her. I don’t know what she has in mind, but I’ll play along. I walk past her, getting on the bed and resting against the headboard.

She watches me, still with that same smirk plastered on. She steps towards the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a familiar black silk bag.

“You little liar.” I look at her, shaking my head when a short laugh rumbles from my chest.

She shrugs and flicks her eyebrows. “I never said Ididn’tpack it.”

Fair point.

She steps towards the foot of the bed, her bag in hand, and climbs on, kneeling across from me. Her knees are spread wide and that bikini leaves nothing to the imagination.

She bites her finger tip before pointing at my shorts. “Take those off.”

“You’re awfully bossy today.” I smile before sliding them off, letting my throbbing cock spring free. Her lips part, watching it before bringing her eyes back to mine.

That fiery, defiant look in her eyes, the one I’ve loved since she first stared me down in the shitty dive bar months ago, is practically blazing now.

“I loved watching you have fun on the river.” She holds my gaze, but I watch her take her hands behind her neck, playing with the tie of her bikini top. Fuck. She’s driving me insane going this slow and I can practically feel my cock twitch with each beat of my heart. “But I want to show you how much fun you can have if you really give up control.”

With one flick of her wrists, her bikini top falls, exposing her breasts, each one a perfect handful I can’t resist. Her tiny pink nipples are already hard and I just want to nip and suck them.

“Princess,” I practically moan, sitting up on my knees to reach for her. I stretch out, dying to grab her and pull her into me.

She puts her finger back up between us, glaring at me. “Nope. Sit back down.” She curls her finger, pointing behind me towards the headboard. I feel my chest rise and fall with each breath.

I slowly sit back down, wondering how long she’s going to play this game. She drops one hand to her hip, slowly untying her bikini on one side while her other drops below the thin triangle of fabric covering the place between her thighs.

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