Page 40 of Beauty
My chest constricts, making it hard to breathe. “I love holding you.”
Her muscles relax and her smile grows. “I wanna do something reckless.”
“Whatever you want, butterfly.”
She sighs, relieved, and damn, knowing that I’ve given her exactly what she needs makes my heart race faster.
With a quick glance to the left, she runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “Let’s go swimming.”
“Right now?” I bury my face in her neck and inhale. “It’s midnight. Pool’s closed.”
Stepping out of my hold, she tilts her head, and reaches behind her, tugging on the knot at her nape . Her red dresspractically floats off her body, leaving her in a black strapless bra and a scrap of fabric that could barely be considered a thong. “Who said anything about a pool?”
For a moment I’m struck stupid by her. By the way her skin glows in the moonlight. Her long dark hair flows around her, ruffled gently by the breeze, and those emerald eyes of hers brighten with excitement.
She takes a step back, then another, and before I can make sense of what’s happening, she squeals, “Come and get me!” and hops over the railing and onto the sand a foot or so lower than the deck.
Only as she scurries off does my brain reboot. Without hesitation, I launch myself after her and take off.
Shit. If any of her neighbors are out, I have no doubt they’re about to get a show.
She rushes forward, heading toward the deserted beach and the fathomless, lapping waters.
“Maybe we should try the pool,” I call, figuring that’s probably safer.
Her giggles carry on the wind as she hurdles over a beach chair without slowing.
By the time I make it to the water, she’s ankle-deep, walking backward, staring right at me.
“Sienna,” I warn.
My stern tone does nothing but spur her on. This woman likes to be punished, and clearly she’s decided to use my love for punishing her against me.
“Come on, Noah. Play with me.” She puts her hands behind her back and then tosses her bra at me. As it lands at my feet with a soft plop, I zero in on her tits, on her pebbled nipples, then her gorgeous face, relishing the joy radiating from her.
I shake my head. “What are you doing, baby?”
“I told you.” She hooks her thumbs into the strips of elastic at her hips and drags her thong down her gorgeous legs before kicking them off. They land at the water’s edge, but I snag them before they drift away.
I inspect the beach once more, making sure we’re alone, then throw my head back and sigh. What the fuck am I doing? We’ve got one night left. Why am I worried about anyone but her? Let them fucking see us.
I pull off my shirt, and as I drop it to the sand, Sienna sinks back into the water. Unwilling to let her get any farther from me, I shuck off my shorts quickly, nearly falling in the process, then dive for her, pulling her under the waves with me.
When we surface, she’s laughing.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I mutter, hugging her to my body to keep her warm.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and when her hot cunt brushes against me, I hiss.
“Want me to warm you up?” Her words are anything but innocent, but her eyes? Fuck, they’re wide and bright. She blinks, her lashes wet and sticking together, as she waits.
I can do nothing but nod.
But it’s enough. With the smallest of smiles, she lines herself up with my length and welcomes me home.
With my forehead pressed to hers, I sigh in relief.
“That better?” she murmurs.
