Page 49 of Wild Tides
He tested my readiness, dipping his fingers along the inside of my thigh, murmuring soft words of encouragement that were difficult to make out.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” His eyes gleamed with a desire that mirrored my own. I was more than ready.
“You’re on the clock, Murphy.”
His rough chuckle vibrated against me, sending a fresh surge of heated excitement trickling between my thighs. Lee seemed awed by the moisture seeping from my opening, stroking with his thumb to spread the slickness over my clit, massaging me until my eyelids fluttered. Every muscle drew tight, and I strained toward him, fire threatening to consume me with just one more touch. But I wanted more than his fingers.
“I want you.”
It came out more vulnerable than I intended. Raw with need. But something about the answering light in his eyes spoke of his own longing, reassuring me I wasn’t alone.
His gaze pinned me, not just to the bed but to the moment. To a future I didn’t dare believe in. The danger wasn’t his size or his strength; it was how easily he stripped me bare.
He fumbled behind him, pulling away. I whimpered, annoyed by the loss of his heat. His touch. He covered me a moment later, sheathed in a condom, nudging at my opening. Stretching and pushing, watching me carefully for any signs of discomfort.
I arched, taking him in a single thrust. Triumph in my broad smile, I took him all, letting him fill me to the brim, my eyelids fluttering as his stroke reached my depths. The warmth of hisbody pressed against mine like a brand. He collapsed to his forearms, our faces close.
Maintaining eye contact with him inside me was new. It was a claiming of sorts. Not in words, but in the way his touch lingered, echoing the unspoken pull that neither of us was willing to fight anymore.
Lee captured my mouth in a punishing kiss that left me raw on the inside. Devastating me with its intensity, his urgency driving my own. It unraveled something inside me, leaving me raw and exposed, as if he were peeling back the last layers of my restraint. My chest burned as we drew apart, his eyes molten. Raw hunger warred with tenderness in his expression, echoed by the ache in my body. Tender, needy, and wholly his for the taking.
Gripping his hips, letting my nails sink in just a bit, I urged him forward. He thrust with an urgency that left me breathless and hovering on the precipice in minutes, my heart thumping. I strained toward him, as if I could get closer, close enough to meld us together into a single person. He grasped my hands, threading our fingers above my head, his blue eyes all I could see as we slid together. I reveled in the dangerous glitter of possessiveness there.
Ten strokes and I went into free fall, electrical impulses firing behind my lids as pleasure took over in delicious ripples. Lee called out, a guttural shout as he found his own release.
Razor wire wrapped around my heart as I watched him catch his breath. Lee was everything I wanted. But could I keep him? He could easily break me if he ever walked away.
“Yoo-hoo!” a familiar voice called from the kitchen. “Vi, you here?”
I groaned. Of course it had to be Anya. Since she used to live with me, she had no qualms about letting herself in.
“Best ten minutes of my life.” Lee’s words were a rumbled whisper. He cupped my chin in his palm, eyes soft.
Cheeks on fire, I struggled into my jeans and panties. They’d be a destroyed mess in seconds. I was already wrecked. And no doubt, I had sex hair for days. I probably looked like I’d been put through the blender.
“You stay here,” I whispered furiously to Lee. “Pretend to come out of the bathroom in five.”
I speed-walked to my bedroom door, grateful he’d thought to close it. Where Anya went, Drew followed. The last thing I needed was my brother catching me naked with one of his best friends. My older brother might annoy me, but I wasn’t about to scar him for life.
I slipped around the door, putting on a smile that probably looked forced.
Anya’s lips twitched as she caught sight of me, and I could only guess at what a mess I looked. Disheveled hair. Kiss-roughened skin. Still slightly flushed from my orgasm.
“Are you alone?” I asked, fake-casual.
Anya’s knowing grin disabused me of the notion that I had fooled her. “Yes, but it doesn’t look likeyouare.” She pointed to the bathroom. “Go fix your face. I’ll get dinner going in here. Drew, Zach and Rae are only five minutes behind me.”
“Thanks, Anya.”
“Don’t mention it.” I felt my cheeks fire anew at her knowing smirk.
Chapter 24 – Violet
Drew, Rae and Zach had joined Lee in the living room by the time I returned from fixing my hair. He didn’t seem drawn to the kitchen with Anya in charge.
“Hey, Vi,” Drew called, seeming oblivious to the glance Lee and I exchanged. “Good day at the shop?”
“Uneventful.”
