Lauren toyed with the short hairs at the back of Grey’s neck. “Me too.”
A small shiver rolled down Grey’s spine at the softness in Lauren’s gaze, and she sighed as she kissed her again. The hand on the back of her neck tightened, holding her in place as Lauren’s mouth slanted over her own, deepening the kiss, and Grey groaned when Lauren edged close enough that their breasts brushed lightly together. “Lauren…”
“Yes?” Lauren hummed, her lips quirking up in a small smile at the feeling of Grey’s hands sliding over her ass.
“If you’re going to keep kissing me like that, we’re going to have to get out of the water.”
“What? You can’t do this and keep your head above water?” Lauren teased, kicking idly to keep afloat as she dropped her right hand between Grey’s legs and gave her a playful squeeze.
Grey laughed and reached down to pull Lauren’s hand away from her. “No. I can’t.”
“Me neither,” Lauren admitted, shaking her head as she pulled her hand from Grey’s grip. “So I guess we should probably stop.”
“Or we can get out of the water.”
Lauren’s eyes flicked toward the dive platform at the stern of the boat. “That works too.”
“Good.” Grey pressed a quick kiss to Lauren’s lips and grinned when she pulled away. “Race you there!”
“Like that’s really fair!” Lauren laughed and started after Grey, not even bothering to try and win despite the fact that she could tell Grey was holding back. She watched Grey flip the swim ladder down once she reached the stern of the boat, and shestopped moving altogether when Grey climbed out of the water, her smooth skin and toned muscles glinting in the sun. The sight of Grey standing on the platform, wet and naked, with a lazy smile quirking her lips waiting for her, spurred Lauren forward, and she closed the final yards separating her from theVeritasin what seemed like a blink of an eye.
Grey’s mouth went dry as she watched Lauren emerge from the water. Her eyes were glued to the way rivulets of water coursed slowly over Lauren’s body, around her breasts and down the plane of her stomach, and she cleared her throat softly when Lauren finally stood in front of her. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You are too.” Lauren smiled as she stepped into Grey and ran a light hand over her hip. She leaned in and brushed a soft kiss over Grey’s lips, and her nipples tightened at the way Grey whimpered quietly when she pulled away. “Come on,” she murmured, pressing on Grey’s hip, knowing that they were not going to be able to remain standing on their own much longer.
Grey’s eyes remained locked on Lauren’s as she backed up the stairs to the deck, and she wasted no time pulling Lauren into her once she had cleared the final step. “Kiss me,” she growled, even as she wrapped a hand around Lauren’s neck and claimed her lips in a deep, bruising kiss.
Lauren let Grey direct the kiss as she guided her backwards. She smiled when they bumped into a table, and used her body to pin Grey in place. Lauren nipped at Grey’s lower lip as she ran her right hand up the brunette’s thigh. Grey shifted in front of her, widening her stance, and Lauren hummed as she tickled her fingers up between her legs. She wrapped her left arm around Grey’s waist and held her close as she stroked through the arousal that waited for her. “You feel so good.”
Grey chuckled and leaned her forehead against Lauren’s as she slipped a hand between her legs. “You too,” she murmured,her voice low and rough and dripping of sex as she rubbed firm circles over Lauren’s clit. “So wet.”
“God, Grey,” Lauren groaned, her hips bucking wantonly against Grey’s hand. She dipped her head enough to reclaim Grey’s lips in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. They worked each other higher and higher, mirroring the other’s touch until it became impossible to tell who was leading and who was following.
“Fuck. So close,” Grey grunted, tearing her mouth away from Lauren’s. She squeezed her eyes shut as she bit down on Lauren’s shoulder, trying to hold herself back, and redoubled her effort to make Lauren come first.
“Come with me,” Lauren pleaded, pressing her lips to Grey’s ear. “Come with me, Grey. Come with…” Her voice trailed off in a silent scream as orgasm ripped through her, the quiet filled by the sound of Grey moaning her name like it alone held the brunette’s salvation. She clung to Grey as their lips crashed together again, tongues sliding sloppily around each other as they rode out their release, and she let out a shaky breath when her orgasm finally eased. “Holy fuck.”
Grey chuckled and buried her face in the crook of Lauren’s neck. She sighed as she cradled Lauren to her, enjoying the soft press of Lauren’s body against her own. She brushed her lips over the hollow of Lauren’s throat, and smiled as she felt Lauren’s breath catch in response. “Tell me about it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
THE AFTERNOON PASSED in a blur of tangled limbs and feverish kisses, and the sun was inching toward the western horizon, casting shades of red and gold across the sky when Grey entered the salon later that evening to find Lauren working in the galley. Her lips curled in a soft smile as her eyes swept slowly over Lauren’s body, tracing the long legs that only hours before had been spread invitingly to her, up over the swell of Lauren’s ass and along her spine that was hidden by the thin tank top she was wearing. Lauren’s hair was pulled up in the messy bun Grey adored, and she winced at the sight of several faint purple marks dotting Lauren’s throat.
“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come help?” Lauren asked, smiling over her shoulder at Grey.
Grey laughed and padded into the galley to stand behind Lauren. She wrapped her arms around her waist, and hummed softly as she brushed a tender kiss over the darkest of the marks marring her throat. “Sorry about these.”
“Don’t be,” Lauren murmured. “They’re so light that they probably won’t even be noticeable by the time we head back to Saint Thomas and, for now, I…” She set the knife she had been holding down onto the cutting board beside the Ahi steaks she had been trimming and covered Grey’s hands at her waist with her own. “I like seeing them there.”
“Seriously?”
The obvious surprise in Grey’s tone made Lauren smile. “Yeah. Why not?”
“I dunno.” Grey nuzzled Lauren’s neck. “I guess I just didn’t think that you’d like being marked.”
“I don’t, usually,” Lauren admitted softly. “But I liked seeing them when I looked in the mirror earlier. And I really like the way it feels when you’re kissing them like that…” Her voice trailed off into a low moan at the feeling of Grey’s tongue sweeping lightly over one of the marks.
“I like seeing them on you too,” Grey whispered.
