Page 70 of Wilder at Heart
So I reach behind me, and tie my top back up, and follow him in.
The sea is pleasant, but not warm. Once we’ve waded in deep enough to submerge ourselves, we take the plunge. Theo throws himself under in a dive, whereas I brace and duck. Bloody hell, it’s fresh. My nipples instantly ping into hard little balls.
Theo surfaces and takes my hand, leading me further out.
‘Can you still stand?’
‘Just about,’ I tell him.
‘Okay, then.’ He halts and turns to me, grabbing me under the bum and lifting me into his arms. His erection bobs against me. I’m not sure how he made it across the beach like that.
We’re out far enough to have left the majority of swimmers behind. There are another few couples around, but no one near enough to matter. And I couldn’t really give a shit, anyway,because Theo puts one hand to the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss.
It’s the first time I’ve kissed him properly since we left our room this morning, and there’s a hunger there. A greed. A certain knowledge of just how good this is going to get. I take his tongue and suck it as I grind my pelvis downwards against his erection. I revel in the warmth of his mouth, the fact that the water makes his body as cool and hard as marble, and the fact that he’s as enthusiastic about this as I am.
I’m a chronic dieter gorging herself. That’s what kissing Theo feels like, especially surrounded by blue sky and sea. Indulgent. Delicious. This guy may be a serial womaniser, but I’ve got to hand it to him. He definitely commits to the moment. He’s making me feel like the only woman on the planet, the way he’s kissing me. Gliding his free hand, the one that’s not glued to my bum, all over my skin. Twisting the long, wet hair that floats around me into a wet rope.
Adoring me.
Our kiss gathers heat, our lips sucking at each other’s lips and tongues, our breath hot.
Sliding.
Gasping.
Clashing.
Theo fingers the tie at the side of my bikini bottoms.
‘I wish I could take these off.’ His voice is low. Urgent.
I groan and press against him. ‘Me too. But no way am I losing my bikini in the sea.’
‘Later.’ It sounds like a threat.
His hand moves between us and he palms my breast, rubbing in a slow, agonising circle over my cold, needy nipple. I bite down on his beautiful, full bottom lip and dig my nails into his shoulders as the heat builds against where his dick is pressing. It’s only been a few hours since I’ve been properly intimate withthis man, but he’s proven quite decisively that he can master my body.
Theo pulls away enough that we can make eye contact, and the grin he shoots me is dirty enough to make all my lady parts clench in anticipation.
‘Keep your arms and legs around me,’ he says. ‘I’m going to need both hands for this. I want to touch as much of you as I possibly can, you gorgeous little thing.’
‘Okay, but I need to hold you too.’ I release one hand from his shoulder and lower it to the waistband of his trunks. I glide a couple of fingers inside and brush his wet, swollen tip.
He sucks in a breath. ‘Fuck, sweetheart.’
‘Let’s come together,’ I tell him, loving the way my words cause him to bite down on his lip.
‘Better idea. See who comes first,’ he huffs out.
Game.
On.
As I race to free that rock-hard cock from his shorts, tugging them down a bit over his deliciously hard bum, he pinches both my nipples and rolls them between his fingers and thumbs, hard. Desire spikes fast and thick through my body. I let Theo shove the flimsy triangles of my bikini up over my breasts to get unfettered access to my cold skin.
His fingers are rhythmical.
Relentless.
