Page 76 of Your Biggest Downfall
Don’t think.
Instead of lingering awkwardly in the water, I stood up, letting the cool air caress my bare breasts. My nipples instantly hardened, and his jaw dropped as he roamed his eyes over me, taking in every inch.
With a deliberate slowness, I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him close. As our lips met, the world around us disappeared.
His mouth was firm but soft, and the taste of him was intoxicating. I pressed myself closer, feeling the smooth, wet skin of his chest against mine, our bodies moving together in the gentle current.
As I tightened my arms around his neck, his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I deepened the kiss, our tongues meeting in a slow, sensual dance that had us both breathing harder, our need for each other growing more urgent.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, sending waves of pleasure coursing down to my aching core. His hands roamed my back, pulling me even tighter against him, and the feel of his strong, wet body against mine ignited a fire that refused to be doused. Every touch, every caress, was electric, and I lost myself in the intensity.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
He pulled his mouth away from mine, keeping a tight hold on me, and my head rolled back, exposing my neck. He took theopportunity to press his lips against the delicate skin, tracing down to my collarbone with tender kisses.
“This,” he murmured. “This is how it was meant to be.”
I did deserve this. Lost in his touch, I realized how much I’d forgotten—my mother’s illness, my terrible internship, and the looming conversation I’d have to have with Luna. This was the kind of escape I craved, the kind of high I needed—not from cocaine, but from moments like this.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He brought his wet hands to my nipples and rolled them between his fingers. “So fucking perfect.”
“Shh.” I tried to laugh but was too fucking turned on to do anything but feel my skin on fire. “They’re so tiny.”
He pulled away and gasped. “These?” He grabbed my boobs. It wasn’t even a handful for him.
“Yes,” I said with a resigned sigh.
“No fucking way.” He tweaked my nipples again, and I yelped in a combination of pleasure and pain. “These are fucking perfect and they’re mine.”
His. They were his. He claimed me.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He wrapped his arms around my lower back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I want this,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw.
“I don’t want you to think I brought you here to fuck you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“You,” I whispered, dropping my forehead to his. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Our mouths collided again, and that familiar, comforting melody played in my mind, the one that always surfaced when Iwas lost in Austin. I was starving for it, desperate to hear it on repeat. I hadn’t felt this alive, this connected, in so long.
He carried me out of the water, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my lips craving his touch.
“Where are we going?” I murmured, breathless. “Inside?”
“Yeah.” His thick, raspy voice cut through the serene setting.
I looked around to confirm that we were indeed alone, then I let go of his neck and jumped down. “No.” I shook my head adamantly.
“No?”
“We’re not going inside.”
