My eyebrows dip. “What are you laughing at? Is the moon not in the right position for the séance?”
“No, you just look like such a grump.”
I grab her foot and drag her toward me. She tries to kick me away, but I bring her hips to mine as I tread water for both of us. “You’re a very irritating woman, Romi Lutton.”
Her eyebrows rise. “He thinks he’s special because he knows my last name. I thought I made it clear not to look into me.”
I look down at her cold, peaked nipples pressing against my chest. “I don’t think we can get any closer than this, sweetheart. Still scared to let me in?”
Her hand goes beneath the water, and I hiss as it wraps around my cock. “You can’t be that cold.”
My fingers graze along her smooth skin, goose bumps running under my fingertips as I wrap my hand around her throat. “You should be more scared of me.”
She chuckles, actually laughs, while fisting my cock, and it’s a cruel, twisted form of pleasure under the cold.
“Why? Because the big, bad doc drives a motorcycle?” She smirks. “I’ve met worse men.”
“I very much doubt that,Cattivella.”
Her eyebrows furrow slightly, the same way they did the first time I used that nickname for her, but like the locked vault she is, she never inquires as to what it means.
She lines my cock with her cunt, lowering herself onto me and biting the bottom of her lip as I press down on her hips, forcing her to take more of me. The immediate suction of water acts as a push and pull.
It fucking hurts, it’s so damn cold, and my dick is in overdrive with sensitivity—yet I fucking love it, hissing as she grinds up and down, those light-brown eyes silently challenging and provoking me.
So fucking beautiful. I watch in bewilderment, treading through the water as she uses me in slow, pressured strokes.
When I can touch the ground, I walk us to the bank until I can shove her onto her back and slam into her. Her legs are still tightly wound around my hips as I lower my face toward her, enjoying the hot caress of her breath.
One hand scratches down my side as the other comes to a stop in front of my lips.
“No kissing.” She breathes harshly as I slam back into her.
“Still scared to fall for me?” Her hand completely covers my mouth now, and it reminds me of the first time I fucked her. And just like then, I bite down on her hand, and she groans.
I thrust into her, the water splashing around us, as I lose myself in this woman who is more than accommodating for my harsh and wild fucking.
I won’t let her leave me hanging again, so I grip her hip tightly, positioning her so she can’t walk away this time. As I hasten my pace, she begins to whimper, her own climb building. I pinch her pierced nipple, forcing her to buck beneath me as I continue to hold her in place by the hip.
The cool breeze brushes my back as I fuck her. My jaw clenches as her legs tighten around me, and her arms suddenly wrap around my neck as she screams into the cool night air.
“Fuck,” I grit as I jerk into her, her pussy milking my cock as her legs tremble and she holds on to me for dear life.
I blow into her, rocking my hips back and forth, satisfied as I shove my cum deeper into her cunt. The thought immediately crosses my mind of what it would be like to trap a woman like this. To fuck her so often that she carries my child.
I come to an immediate halt. That’s a jarring thought I’ve never had before.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
The moment Romi’s done, she unwinds her legs from around my back, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, “Thanks for the ride. It’s just what I needed.” Then she shoves me away.
I’m too stunned by my previous thought to even think of something witty to say, which is a fucking first for me.
My eyebrows dip. Was it the cold water that froze my fucking brain? Why was I thinking of impregnating her? Up until now, women only looked like a ball and chain to me, not to mention the entrapment of a family.
She’s already striding across the grass to her clothes as she looks over her shoulder. “Oh, and don’t worry, I’m on birth control, doc.”
This woman has no idea who she’s fucking with. And I wonder if she did, would she still be willing to dance with me like this?
