Page 49 of Shifting Sands

“The constellation?” Brew asks, his voice low and warm against my ear.

“No,” I tease. “An actual lion kayaking down the waterway.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. “Remind me not to share the wine with you next time, smart-ass.”

I tilt my head back and stick my tongue out at him.

He grins, brushing a strand of hair that fell loose from my ponytail away from my cheek. His fingers linger, and the air between us shifts—soft, electric. He leans in slow, and when his lips meet mine, the world goes quiet.

His hand comes between us and underneath my sweater’s hem. Ugh, I wish I had worn something sexier instead of going for warmth and comfort, not that he seems to mind, judging by his sharp intake of breath as his fingers find the clasp of my bra. With practiced ease that I try not to think too much about, he frees me from the bra’s constraint before slipping the sweater over my head and discarding it onto the blanket. His hungry eyes devour my skin and darken as he slides the thin white straps off of my shoulders.

“Fuck. You’re gorgeous. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he utters.

I shiver as the chilly air whispers over my bare breasts, and then a ragged gasp escapes me when his warm mouth envelops a nipple while a rough hand caresses the other.

“Brew,” I whimper, grasp a fistful of his hair, and arch into his mouth as he tastes and teases.

His eyes come to mine, and he moans low in his throat as my breast swells in his hand. Everything inside of me tightens.

His tongue teases my body, and my hands roam over his back.

Oh God. He’s really good with his mouth.

I tug his shirt loose, and he pulls it over his head.

Damn.I want to explore every inch of his powerful muscles and smooth skin as he rips through the rest of our clothing.

A few moments later, there are no more barriers between us, just bare skin brushing against bare skin. The cold melts away, and he kisses me as he lays me back on the boat floor. Need starts to claw deep inside me as he reaches between our bodies, and his gentle yet desperate touch finds my aching core.

I sigh as I rock against his fingers. I’m wet and ready. He groans as he guides one inside of me, then another. He watches me, eyes never leaving mine, as I ride his hand. My body coils tight with anticipation.

“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he whispers.

My arms slip around his neck and hold on tight as a flood of sensation shoots down my spine. The sound of his breathy voice and the delicious stroke and swirl as he pumps in and out of me works my body into a burning inferno.

He kisses me then, and that’s all it takes. I cry out his name when the dam finally bursts.

As the last tremor subsides, he reaches for his discarded jeans, and a moment later, he has a condom in hand. He rips it open with his teeth, slips it over his straining erection, and enters me in one swift thrust of his hips.

My still-pulsing muscles surround him, and he groans as they stretch and clench to accommodate his hardness.

“You feel so damn good,” he rasps.

“So do you,” I breathe.

He brings his mouth to mine, and he kisses me urgently, possessively. I raise my hips to meet his rhythm as the boat rocks with us, and the creaking of the hull joins in our cries of ecstasy.

With his hands gripping my sides, he moves deeper and deeper. I feel the tension building inside again, and I know I’m close.

“Harder, Brew. I want it harder,” I choke out.

He pulls out and rolls off me, and then he tugs me onto my side, my back against his chest. He feeds my leg behind his hip as he guides his cock back to my opening. Wrapping his arm over my chest and holding me tight, he slides back inside of me. The angle is perfect. He reaches deeper than before as his other hand finds my clit.

“Oh my God, yes,” I cry.

He buries his face into my hair and moans my name. And just like that, my body lets go. I lock my leg behind his hip as the second orgasm rockets through me.

Brew freezes behind me, his corded muscles tightening as he lets out a strangled cry and joins me in his own release. He reaches for his shirt and pulls it over me, then holds me to him until my trembling calms and my breaths even out. I turn into his arms and bury my face in his throat as a giggle bubbles up.

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