Page 93 of Dagger in the Sea

I cuffed her wrist. “So you don’t think he’ll be jealous or angry over us spending time together? Us being here alone?”

“No. Other than he doesn’t trust you,” she replied.

“That’s good.”

“Is it?”

“It shows he’s a good judge of character. And he gives a fuck.” I kissed her hand.

She sucked in air. “And what do you give a fuck about?”

“That you trust me.” My pulse thrummed. I wanted her to trust me. “Do you trust me?”

Her foot rubbed down the length of my calf. “I feel safe with you, and you intrigue me.”

“Intrigue you?”

“You have an icy cool about you, so icy it could cut, and at the same time a brilliant temper that is always simmering just beneath it—” She touched my bare chest and a ripple of heat went through me. “—just there. But you control it, and you use your temper constructively. It’s quite a sight in action. You think quickly as everyone is busy trying to figure you out. I like it.” Her fingers trailed along my skin, inciting a riot in my balls. “It’s exciting.”

“I excite you?”

“That’s not what I said.” She laughed.

“Do I excite you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I like that indecency about you, beneath that clean polish.”

“You like that?”

“I never thought so before.”

“Lovely, you intrigue and excite me too,” I whispered roughly, my eyes going to her parted lips, her quickening breaths reflecting the ticked up tempo of my pulse. “Now, put your top back on, because if you don’t—”

She rolled her eyes. “You Americans are so prudish.”

“If you don’t put it back on, I’ll be taking action.”

“And what does that mean?”

“I will be sucking on those beautiful nipples. Making them hard and wet. Nibbling on the underside of those perfect round tits, palming them softly then very, very hard. Licking them like mounds of the finest ice cream I’ve ever tasted—”

Her lips parted, eyes widened.

“—taking them whole in my mouth like the greedy fucker I am.”

Her eyes pinned to mine, she raised her arms over her head leaning them against the lounger, making her breasts even fuller, declaring loudly their stand-up-at-attention-perfection. She wanted to hear more.

Oh, baby, baby, baby.

I complied.

The warm scent of her suntan oil and sweat intoxicated me further the closer I leaned into her. “I’d squeeze your nipples, graze them with my teeth, nuzzle them with my mouth, then I’d lick a long, long trail down your tummy to your bathing suit and pull it down with my teeth, then I’d—”

She touched her fingers to my mouth and I bit them. A small moan escaped her lips, her cheeks visibly reddening under her sun-kissed skin.

Are you hooked?

“H-hand me my top?” Clearing her throat, she gestured toward the beach bag.

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