Page 78 of Fire Island
He slams into me. The fit so tight, so overwhelming, I cry out, wrapping my fingers around any bit of blanket I can.
Long, hard vicious strokes thunder into me. His grip on my hair shifts, tugging my face back so I’m forced to look at him. “Still think I’m sweet, Evie baby?”
I open my mouth to respond, but my brain is nowhere ready to form words. Instead, I whimper as another orgasm crests. He slams harder, faster.
“That’s it. Come on my cock. Milk the ever-fucking life out of me. I’m going to watch this perfect damn ass bounce while you do. This is your reminder you are mine, mo ghràdh.”
“I know,” I rasp. “I understand now.”
With a low growl, he thunders into me, leaning over to plant kisses up my spine. Warmth spirals from my core, sending lightning through my body. Every inch of me vibrates around him. Ecstasy consumes me in the most beautiful waves as I look back to see his jaw feathering. His eyes are a dark shade of deep ocean blue.
Cal’s domineering thrusts wane as they turn erratic. He roars, sending ropes of release into me. And I want every last drop he has.
Finally, I am home.
The early morning ocean breeze is in a playful mood, sending my locks about my face as I sit on the sand. I sweep my hair away, refocusing my attention to the page in front of me. I’m on book three of the latest popular fantasy series. It’s safe to say I’m addicted at this point. The world is magnificent. The plot is plotting. The banter and spice between the two main characters... life-altering.
Cal runs past, jogging his way up and down the stretch of beach on the eastern side of the island. He runs when he needs to process. At least, that’s what I’ve figured out. And he has more on his plate than any man should.
I turn the page.
The heroine pulls her fighting knives from their sheaths as she is cornered in the fight. Five to one...
Eyes flying across the page, I don’t notice the man beside me until he drops onto the beach next to me. A kiss smashes against my cheek. “Good book, baby girl?” he pants.
“So good.”
“Mhmmm, I can think of a better way to spend your time...” He carefully removes the book from my hands, marking my page and closing it before setting it down.
In only shorts after an almost hour-long run, he’s all glistening corded muscle as he sweeps me up off the sand and runs for the waves.
“No! Callum McCreary, you put me down.”
We splash over the waterline, slowing as we move deeper and deeper.
“Still want me to put you down?” Cal’s face is lit up with mirth, the cheekiest grin wrapped around his gorgeous face.
“Don’t you dare!”
He jerks, pretending to drop me.
I squeal, sending the heartiest laugh rolling through his throat. For a tiny beat, I’m back at the south end of the island, hunting for food. Me Jane, Cal Tarzan. I’m being spun around, and the happiness that consumed me then does again right now.
“Cal,” I whisper, and he drops his gaze, the rambunctious laughter fading.
“Yes, my love?”
“Nowyou can put me down.”
He releases me, and I sink into the dense, wet sand, the water soaking my shorts to the waist as we move further into the water. I slide my arms around his neck, and his forehead drops to mine.
“Sunshine looks good on you, Evie.”
He’s right. I feel positively alive. Alive, and overwhelmed in the best way possible, and so completely loved.
“I need to tell you something,” I say softly.
He raises a brow, but his eyes stay locked on mine. And to his credit, after the last bomb I dropped on him, he doesn’t flinch.
