Hall closed the distance between us in a single stride, his hands gripping my hips so tight I couldn’t move out of his grasp. Not that I wanted to.
He groaned, “You think you want this? I don’t think you want this. Youcan’twant this.”
“Don’t tell me what I want, Hall. Iknowwhat I want,” I yanked up the hem of my nightgown to make it clear for him.
The cool morning air hit my bare thighs, and the moment stretched between us. I hadn’t put on any underwear this morning. I was completely on display for him.
“Fuck,” he growled, before giving in to me.
I watched as he lost control.
Then his hand was between my legs, rough fingers parting my slit, andIlost control, too.
His eyes glinted when he felt how wet I was.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked.”
He spun me around and pressed me against the cabin wall, the rough wood biting into my palms, my breasts flattened against the surface. His chest was hot against my back, his breath ragged in my ear.
“You want me to fuck you?” His fingers found my entrance from behind and he shoved two inside, stretching me open. “You want my cock?”
I gasped and nodded, my head falling back against his shoulder. He pumped his fingers in and out, hard and fast, nothing gentle about it. His other hand came up to grip one of my breasts, squeezing it hard.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I choked out. “Yes, I want it. I want you.”
He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that sent sparks through my whole body. “You sure about that? Because I don’t fuck nice and slow… and I don’t want to scare you. I fuck hard. I fuck rough. And once I start, I don’t stop until I’m done.”
His touch was rough and crude. One hundred percent man. And exactly what I’d dreamed of.
I was climbing, climbing, and climbing some more. The pressure was building between my legs as he worked me with those thick fingers. So close. So fucking close. I was about to come.
And right when I thought my need couldn’t reach any higher, when my hunger for him almost exploded against his touch, he pulled his hand away, fingers leaving a hungry want where they’d been just moments before.
I nearly collapsed, my legs wobbling as my body screamed for release.
“Hall,” I turned to face him, breathless and desperate. “That was cruel.”
He just stared at me, his chest heaving while his cock strained against his pajama bottoms. A stain of precum had spread across the fabric where the tip pressed against it.
Hall’s jaw flexed hard as he fought himself.
As though he were afraid that if he touched me again, he wouldn’t stop.
I closed the distance between us. One hand landed on his bare chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath my palm. The other cupped his throbbing shaft through the thin material of his pajamas. He was huge. Thick and hot and pulsing with need.
“You need to finish what you started,” I scolded.
A half-smile curved his lips. “Don’t worry, Cass, I’m just getting started.”
Then he spun me around to face the railing, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to bend me over.
I heard the rustle of fabric as he dropped his pajamas. Then his cock slapped against my ass, hot and heavy.
He dragged the tip down, teasing through my wetness, circling my entrance without pushing in.
“Hall, please.”
