The change in pace brings a tenderness to the kiss that sends a ripple through my chest, and I struggle to ignore the tightness that follows.
Curling my hand into her hair, I tug on the strands and she hisses under her breath, her fervour increasing, bringing us back to the tempo I need.
She twists in my arms, her back arching, her centre rubbing along my length, and I vibrate with need. My blood pools south, my skin burning everywhere she touches.
I’m losing my goddamn mind and I want more.
Testing the waters, I rock my hips, grinding my cock against her pussy, my palm twitching under her ass, itching to push her bikini to the side. Just an inch. Enough to sink my fingers inside her. To feel her walls sucking me in.
My length throbs, and Jenna moans against my mouth. “Do it,” she whispers. “I need you to touch me.”
“Fuuck,” I grunt from the back of my throat, adding “mind reader” to the list of her dangerous traits.
Spinning her around, I hold her against the edge and cup her neck, angling her face to deepen the kiss, sucking her lip until she whimpers softly. “Please.”
She squirms with need as I kiss a path across her cheek, nibbling my way down her throat, sucking her flesh as my palm settles between her legs.
A rushed breath escapes her and her head falls back, her breasts lifting above the water. When her nipples pebble from the fresh night air, I flatten my tongue over a bud, loving when her body shakes.
She’s fucking beautiful in this moment—in all the fucking moments—and I’m screwed.
Curling my finger against her bikini bottom, I tease her pussy as I nibble on her breast, and she cries out in need, releasing her hold on me.
I’m about to change position when she grabs my cock over my shorts, wrapping her fingers around my length, her eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“Jesus.Christ.” I buck against her hand, my balls tightening from her touch. A single touch. “God, that feels good.Youfeel incredible.”
She wriggles around, her lips meeting my ear as she bites my lobe, whispering the words I need more than anything else. “I want it all.”
Fuuuck.I want that too.
My ringtone blares from the deck beside us, the shrill sound ripping me out of the moment. I rear back at the same time Jenna pulls away, her breathing ragged, her eyes darting to my phone.
And my mind goes to Jack.
A guttural groan flies from my chest, and my heart pounds with a force I can’t control. “What the fuck are we doing? You’re Jack’s. He’s—”
“Excuse me.” Jenna recoils into the wall behind her, hitting me with an expression full of rage. “I’m no one’s goddamn property, least of all Jack’s.”
I cringe. Least of allmine. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Actually, I don’t. You’re going to have tospellit out.”
“Why are you here, Jenna?” I grate, my rage now mimicking hers. “Why’d you fly halfway around the world to see him?”
Jenna sucks in a breath, her eyes wide as she quips back, “That’s none of your goddamn business.”
“You made it my business when you…” I trail off because she didn’t do anything. It was all me. I’m the one that made a move. I’m the one that can’t keep my eyes off her, my hands off her. She may have tempted me, but I’m the one that lost control.
I’ve never been that guy. Only I can’t seem to stay the fuck away from her.
She’s off-limits. Whether she knows it or not.
“What the hell did I do to make it your business? I—”
“Sorry,” I interrupt, reaching out then thinking better of it, letting my hand drop with a splash between us. “I didn’t mean that either, but this can’t happen. Itshouldn’thave happened.”
With Jenna’s back to the light, the halo effect makes it hard to see her features, but it’s easy to sense she’s about to argue. “Jenna, I—”
