“That’s so not the point.”
She sighs, tracing a circle into the sand with her forefinger. “Honestly? I missed you. I was just sitting there in that house, trapped, thinking of all the things I want and can’t have, and I just caved.”
“And the number you texted me from?”
“Forest’s,” she murmurs. “He accidentally left it out on the kitchen counter. It was unlocked, and… yeah.”
I nod, gazing out at the water with her. “Lucky.”
“I guess so.”
My hand tightens around hers. “Well, I’m really fucking glad you texted me.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” I gaze at her profile, my heart thudding rapidly. “I was going mad without you.”
“Aren’t you always a little mad?” She turns, meeting my gaze head-on, and the sheen in her eyes has all the blood rushing to my cock.
“I am… but with you, it’s different. It has been since the moment I laid eyes on you. From the moment we touched…”
I slide my palm up her arm, and Eloise shudders, her gaze heating with lust. “Riot… please…”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me,” she whispers, pink flushing her cheeks. “I need you to touch me. To make it all better.”
I lean over, cupping her face in my palm. My lips brush over hers in a featherlight kiss, and my skin erupts in violent, heated sparks. “Anything, Eloise. I’d do anything to make you feel better. I’d rip my heart out of my chest if it would help.”
Her tongue slides over the rings on my bottom lip, and I shudder, my cock tightening. “Touch me, Riot. Make me yours.”
Fuck.
Crazed, I pull Eloise into my arms and stand, my steps sure and quick as I make my way toward her abandoned boat. We have to separate for a moment to climb onto the deck, but as soon as we’re on top, she’s back in my arms. I make my way inside the boat, holding her tight against my chest, unwilling to let go of her for one more moment.
I gaze around the cabin for signs of Murten, not wanting to squash the poor thing in my haste. Thankfully, he’s out for the night, leaving just Eloise and me in our private little oasis.
I place her down onto the pull-out bed, hovering over her, one arm braced over her head, the other sliding down her chest.
Her throat bobs as she gazes up at me, eyes heated and lips swollen from my bruising kisses. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Eloise,” I say, brushing my thumb lightly over the peak of her breast. “My dirty little girl. So sweet and innocent for everyone else. But I know the truth.”
I lean down, nipping her lip, reveling at her answering moan. “Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me. You and this perfect little pussy.”
Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, I cup her heated sex with my palm. Eloise moans as I push a finger into her dripping entrance, her hips jerking wildly, walls clamping around nothing.
“Do you want my cock, sweet girl?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers in a whisper of a kiss. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” she pleads, not bothering to hide the desperation in her voice. “Yes, Riot. Please. I need you.”
Kissing her hard, I work the button of her shorts, yanking them down and off her legs. Her shirt is next, followed by her lacy bra and panties—leaving her spread and bare for me.
“So perfect,” I murmur, cupping her full breast. I brush my thumb over her pebbled nipple, causing her to squirm. “So sensitive.”
“Please, Riot,” she whines, reaching for my pants. “I need you.”
I bat her hands away, pushing off the bed to remove my clothing. I stand in front of her, cock in hand, stroking to the sight of her.
“You couldn’t be any more perfect,” I whisper, crawling back on top of her.
