Page 65 of Forbidden Eyes

The bottle empties, and he throws it to the side with a heavy thud before falling to his knees and placing his lips on my thighs. Torturously slowly, he licks my skin, barely brushing my sex with his tongue.

“Fuck it. Grab the bar above your head.” His command is urgent, and I do exactly as he says as he pulls my leg and lifts it over his shoulder. His mouth kisses my sex, sucking at the alcohol before his tongue spears me.

“Ohhh, God, yes!” The pleasure erupts from the pit of my stomach, sending a wave of sensation through my limbs.

He doesn’t stop and his mouth never loses contact with my most sensitive flesh. His tongue laps and curls and flicks until I’m dizzy and on the brink of crashing through my next climax. It’s delicious and painful all at once. The connection and intensity push me closer to the pinnacle until I’m grinding down on his face, desperate to come.

It takes me back to the parking lot and the first time I’d ever experienced being overtaken by sheer desire. The first time I experienced him in such a carnal way.

“You taste so fucking good. I’m never going to get enough of you.”

“Don’t… stop… so… close…” My hips take over, thrusting back and forth, ready to make my world fly apart.

The explosion at my core ripples over my body, making me shudder in satisfaction. My limbs are sapped of every ounce of energy, and I collapse against my bonds, slipping my grip of the bar, but he catches me, holding my pliant body to him.

Soft, butterfly kisses tickle my stomach and breasts, my throat and my ear.

“You are spectacular when you come,” he whispers, bringing a sleepy smile to my lips. My eyes remain shut; I’m too tired to open them. I try to lift my head, but it feels ten times too heavy to lift, and it starts to spin with the exertion.

“You make me feel… God, I don’t know how to describe it. You make me fly. Does that sound weird?” I giggle the last part, realising it sounds pretty silly.

He smiles softly,eyes looking into mine. "Let’s get you untied. Much as I enjoy it, your wrists are going to mark.”

I let him untie me before I wrap my arms around him, desperate to hold him to me. I fill my lungs with the scent of him and hold my breath. “Mmmm,” I purr.

My head lolls to the side as he carries me over to the seats, part of me remembering I’m still naked, the other part not caring at all. I’m too comfortable wrapped in his arms to worry about a thing anymore.

“I think you might need a shower, Fia.”

“Nooo. I’m fine right here.” I try to snuggle further into Carter’s chest to prove my point.

“As much as I like you squirming over my dick, I’d rather you be more conscious than you are. Come on," he says, shifting me. "No more drink for you. We need to get cleaned up. Then food.”

“Food sounds good,” I murmur, feeling sleepy

“You can swim, right?”

“Of course. Why would you… Carter!”

I freefall from the side of the boat and plunge into the cold water. I’m submerged and flap around until I break the surface. “Carter!” I splutter, disorientated, coughing up the sea that I swallowed. A loud splash next to me showers me in more cold water and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Hey!” Carter’s deep voice arrives next to me, full of humour, and I open my eyes to see him next to me with a quizzical smile. I grin back at him before I jump towards him through the water and try to dunk him under the waves. He easily twists from my reach.

“Bet you’ve never been skinny dipping before.”

“Can’t say I have. You’ve given me a lot of firsts, Carter.” I swim the few feet between us and wrap my arms around his neck this time, suddenly not needing to exact my revenge. Our skin slips and slides together in the wet, and I suddenly forget about the cold. I snake my legs around his naked hips, feeling the soaked denim of his jeans beneath them, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You know, the intention wasn’t to have sex again, Fia.”

“No, you intended to give me a heart attack by throwing me overboard?”

“Not a heart attack. Just wake you up.” His smile is sexy as sin and he effortlessly treads water with me still clinging to him. “And if you’re not careful, we’re going to change that plan. Come on. We both need a shower now.”

He splashes me with water, and I immediately let go. “Race you to the ladder,” he calls before splashing me again.

Carter tears through the water towards the end of the boat, and I kick my legs to chase after him, knowing full well I’ll never beat him. My reward? The sight of his honed body emerging from the water and climbing up onto the deck. Wet jeans, no top, and his hands brushing water from his hair so it slithers down his bronzed skin. The smile that vision creates has me floating on my back in the water, looking up at him without a care in the world.

“Swim’s over, Fia. Come on," he says,crooking a finger at me. "Shower time, then we both need food.”

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