Page 22 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
“Don’t look at me like that, babe,” he warned.
I licked my lips slowly.“Like what?”
“Like you’re contemplating having a fourth baby with me.”
I laughed, low and wicked.“Well, I’m way past having a fourth baby, but I wouldn’t mind doing a little practice with you.”
He let out a rumbling growl of a laugh and began swimming toward me.His strokes were long and effortless, like he was made to move through water.
When he reached me, his hands went straight to my waist, and he pulled me into his chest, pinning me gently to the edge of the pool.We were in about four feet of water, and the way he was holding me made it feel like we were weightless.
“Hi,” I breathed.
“Hi,” he echoed, and then he kissed me.
It was slow at first, a press of lips that sent a warm rush down my spine.But then it deepened.His tongue swept against mine, and I moaned, gripping his shoulders as he pressed harder into me.One of his hands slid down to my ass, kneading through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms, pulling me closer.
“We might need to take this back to the room,” I gasped as he kissed down my jaw and along my neck.
He looked around.The courtyard was silent.Not even a bird had the decency to be up yet.
“Or we might not have to,” he murmured.
I followed his gaze to the flamingo-themed swim-up bar at the far end of the pool.A pink awning arched overhead like a cotton candy cloud, and the whole bar looked like it had been plucked from a tiki lounge and dipped in Pepto-Bismol.The back wall of the bar blocked it off entirely from the view of the motel rooms.
Wrecker started to swim, pulling me behind him.
I giggled.“Are we about to have sex in the flamingo swim-up bar?”
He glanced over his shoulder, his grin dangerous.“Yeah, that’s the fucking plan, babe.”
When we reached the bar, he helped lift me up onto the smooth counter.The surface was still cool from the night air, and I shivered a little until his hands gripped my knees and parted them.
I was in a two-piece black bikini with a halter top and cheeky bottoms, and the look in his eyes made my skin ignite.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my stomach, then down lower.
When he slid my bottoms off, I felt the early morning breeze brush across my bare skin, and I bit my lip.
His fingers traced over my folds, slow and teasing.
“Already wet for me, babe,” he murmured, his thumb circling my clit.
“We’re in a pool,” I whispered.
He pushed two fingers inside me, and I arched, grabbing the edge of the bar behind me as pleasure rippled through me.
“That’s it,” he growled, working me with his hand, his thumb never leaving that perfect spot.
I moaned his name, my thighs trembled, and my hips rolled against his hand.
“Wrecker...”
“Come for me, Alice.”
And I did.
Hard.
