Page 12 of Something Borrowed
Leading her towards the shore, we laugh together as wecheck to be sure we’re alone on the beach. Ducking through a small cove, it is the perfect spot. Huge, black boulders break up the small sliver of sandy beach, made smooth by the crashing waves that flood the cove at high tides.
“Come here, love,” I whisper as I head to a low rock, the top smooth and sloped downward. Lark does not hesitate, lying back on the cool stone.
Beneath the moon, I tear off my clothes and then hers. Water crashes behind me as I fit between her creamy thighs, adoring her warm skin with my mouth. I taste every inch of her until she is trembling beneath me. Surging over her as the skies glitter overhead, I fill her full of me, our hands locking tight. I take her until we’re both spent, until our bodies become one, until pleasure crashes down on us as sure as the rising tides.
We lie there for a long time, tangled together, talking in the dark, sharing a moment we do not want to end. Before we leave the beach, we make love once more, sitting up on the rock, twisted in a heated, hungry tryst as I drive into her again and again. It is as if I am afraid to stop, afraid she will be taken from me before I get enough of her.
Lying in bed with her beside me, nestled close, I decide Iwill neverget enough of her.
Chapter Seven
Lark
Sunshine warms my skin as a huge body holds me close.
I had forgotten how good it feels to wake up in someone’s arms. Lying here with Lawson, I find myself wondering if this ever felt this good. Getting married to the first man I dated meant there was a lot of room to grow with in my marriage. We were great partners, loved being parents together, but I never felt special to him.
Being with Lawson these past days, I have felt so special.Adored. It is a word that has played in my head a dozen times. Because he goes out of his way to hold my hand, to kiss as often as he can, to look in my eyes when we talk, to trulylistento what I have to say. It makes me feel as if he cares about what I care about, the things that interest me, and what makes me feel good.
If I am being honest with myself—Lawson is all those things.
Lovemaking has never been so...so wild, so freeing,so good. I am not afraid to tell him the things I want him to do to me. What I want to dotohim. Still, it’s not dirty, filthy, aimless moments. Each time connects me to him in a deeper, stronger way that makes me fear the connection may never break.
“Stop thinking a way out of this bed,” Lawson’s voice rumbles against my back, his hand cupping my bare breast as I laugh.
Truth is, I have thought of a hundred ways to get out of this. To stop getting deeper, letting that connection grow stronger. I can’t. Rather, I do notwantto. I want to lie in this hotel bed, at this lovely resort on this stunning island as long as we can. I do not want to waste a moment or miss a thing withhim while we’re here.
“Stop trying to tell me what to do,” I tease him, popping my head up on my hand to stare down at him.
Lawson is a beautiful man. Thick, dark hair, those arresting light eyes, a strong jaw with its dusting of stubble, and a mouth made for loving. I trace his mouth, noting the way his pulse skips at his throat. Lingering on his face, I trace the lines of his jaw, the perfect nose, and the shape of his eyebrows.
“Going to make a bust of my beauty?”
“One could, couldn’t they? This is a beautiful face,” I murmur before I lean down to press kisses over the face in question. Lawson flushes and I smile. He ought to be used to praise by now. He must hear it all the time.
“If we’re talking beautiful faces,” he hums, sitting up to frame my face in gentle hands, his eyes darkening slowly as they look over my face. “This is the most beautiful face in the room. On this entire island.”
Feeling my heart thunder in my chest, I tip my head back. My mouth welcomes his. I sigh as he cradles my head, slowly deepening the kiss. Turning us in the bed, he pins me beneath him, powerful knee shoving both of mine open. I rub against his muscled thigh, shameless about my need. It roars to life the moment he touches me, kisses me, even looks at me.
“Lawson, baby,” I whimper as he bites at my lip, his hips thrusting his jutting cock against my wet folds. “I need you. Please, I need you.”
“Say it again,” he demands, his gaze dropping to watch how I twist beneath him, trying to get him inside me. “Tell me you need me baby.”
Gazing up at him, with the sunlight pouring in on his naked skin, his eyes darker than I have ever seen them, I nod. I do need him. More than I want to admit to myself. “Yes, baby,” Imoan in desperation “I need you.”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers so gently, tears sting my eyes.
Lawson slides inside of me, slowly, going as deep as he can. I arch beneath the delicious burn of his thickness filling me. I still ache from all the times he’s taken me, but I welcome the ache. It is the kind that feels good. Knowing that, for this moment, that emptiness inside of me is gone.
Emptiness I thought could never be filled. Lawson fills the emptiness.
Skin warmed by the sunshine bathing us both, we whisper soft, sweet things to one another. Filthy words, furious thrusts, pleasure-pain bites, or grasping hands are for another time. Tangled in the warm glow of ocean breezes, we make love as if we never have to stop. As if we will have all the time in the world to be this way, to stay connected to each other.
Tidal wave after wave of pleasure pulls me under. Lawson is always there to hold me through it, to tell me what a good girl I am, how beautiful it is to watch me come, how it makes him feel powerful, needed, wanted. And I want him to feel all those things because he is all of them to me.
“I need you,” he rasps against my throat as his forehead presses to mine, his body moving slow, dragging out our pleasure. “I need you baby.”
Closing my eyes as tears do fall from my eyes, I nod. How can we feel what we’re feeling? How can it feel so damn good, so damn right, when it’s been just days? What can come of what we’ve found here on this island?
