Page 94 of Wicked Sinner
“I can imagine that would be hard,” Caesar says softly, and I nod, feeling my throat tighten.
“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” My hand comes down briefly to touch my stomach. “Part of me is glad I don’t have to explain this to him, and the rest of me is so fucking sad he’ll never meet his grandchild. It’s hard, losing someone you love.”
Caesar presses his lips together, looking at me thoughtfully. “Yes,” he says finally. “It is.”
We stand there in silence for a few moments before he speaks again. “What would you think about when you came out here?”
"Everything. Nothing." I wade into the shallow water, letting the waves wash over my feet. "Mostly I'd just try to remember that problems that seem huge in the moment usually have a way of working themselves out. One way or another."
“I’ve found that’s true,” Caesar says quietly, and I turn to look at him. He's standing in the sand with his expensive shoes in hishand and his shirt sleeves rolled up, looking more relaxed than I've ever seen him.
The sun is almost touching the horizon now, turning the water into liquid gold. Caesar moves closer, reaching for my hand.
"Thank you," he says quietly.
I glance over at him, not pulling away. I promised, after all, even if I can feel the soft warmth spreading through me, a feeling that is far too dangerous for us. More dangerous, maybe, than anything else in his world. "For what?"
"For this. For showing me your world, for letting me see who you are when you're not afraid or angry or planning your escape." He steps closer, and I can see the intensity in his dark eyes. "For giving me a glimpse of what normal would look like for you.”
"Caesar—"
But he's already leaning down to kiss me, and whatever I was going to say dissolves in the heat of his mouth on mine. This kiss is different from the desperate, hungry ones we've shared before. It's soft and sweet and warm, but it goes on for so long that when we break apart, we're both breathing hard.
Caesar looks at me for a long moment, and then his lips are on mine again, his hands sliding hungrily over my body as the twilight turns to dark and the stars come out above us.
The beach is deserted now, no one left to see as he brings me down to the sand with him, pulling me astride him as his hand slides into my hair. I can feel how hard he is, hips arching up to grind into me as he devours my mouth, and I break the kiss, gasping.
“Your security?—”
“—will keep their distance,” Caesar groans, pulling me down into another kiss. “They won’t watch. I promise. Bridget?—”
I can feel the need in his touch, the way he can’t seem to stop. My blood feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t help thinking about all the times I refused to have sex on the beach with past boyfriends, thinking of the sand and the damp and the uncomfortable aspects of it.
Now I don’t care. All I can think about is how good he feels under me, hard and needy and wanting me. I can excuse this one away by saying we promised not to think about the reasons why we shouldn’t do something like this today. And Iwantan excuse. I want him again.
His hands are under my shirt, at my hips, feverishly undoing the button of my jeans as I reach for his belt. We get my jeans off, toss them away on the sand just as I reach in and slide him free. My hand wraps around his thick, pierced length as I lift up my hips, and his fingers hook under the edge of my panties, pulling them to one side as I guide him against my drenched entrance.
All it takes is him kissing me to get me this wet. To make me feel like I’m dying to have him inside of me again. I moan as I sink down onto him, feeling him fill me up more than he ever has before, on the verge of being painful at this angle. But I don’t care. I slide up and down again, relishing the look on Caesar’s face, the lust in his eyes, the way he makes me feel like a goddess when he looks at me like this.
I feel beautiful. Powerful. Unstoppable, that I could make a man like him want me so badly. The thrill races through my blood as I grind against him, riding his cock as his fingers find my clit, pushing me to a quick, hard climax as my knees dig into the sand and I taste the salt from the wind on my lips.
There’s something charged between us out here, primal, almost feral. Caesar grabs my hips as my orgasm tears through me, fingers digging in as he thrusts up into me, groaning as he finds his release, too. He moans my name, holding me down onhis cock as the hot spurts of his cum fill me up, and he reaches up to pull me down for another kiss as I feel him throb inside of me.
Afterward, we lie tangled together on Caesar's shirt, watching the stars appear in the darkening sky. I should feel self-conscious about having sex on a public beach, but all I feel is satisfied and warm and completely content.
"We should go," Caesar says eventually, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Before someone sees us and calls the cops.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s being sarcastic… but heisright. We should go. We can’t stay here all night. I feel a stab of disappointment, not wanting the night to end.
“Although—” Caesar slips his hand into my pocket, sliding out his keys. “I have somethingIwant to showyou.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
"Trust me." His eyes are bright with something that might be excitement or might be danger. "I want to show you something." Caesar tosses the keys in the air and catches them with a grin that makes my stomach flip.
"Get in," he says, as we reach the Ferrari, and he has that look on his face again, the one I remember from that first night. Cocky. Confident. Adventurous.
The look that makes me want to give him everything.
