This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. She was leaving in a day or two, and this was going to hurt like hell when she did.
But I couldn’t stop.
I slid one thick finger inside her and she clenched around me, her whole body shuddering. She was so tight and responsive, making these little sounds that drove me crazy. I added a second finger, stretching her, and she threw her head back.
“Oh…Grayson…”
I worked her steadily, my thumb pressing against her clit while my fingers curled inside her. The water churned around us as her hips began to move, riding my hand as her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Her inner walls fluttered around my fingers, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Let go for me.”
As soon as I made this gorgeous woman come, I was going to make her come again.
The second time would be with my cock. I was aching for my own release as I increased my pace, driving into her harder, pressing my palm against her clit with each thrust.
She was gasping now, her nails leaving marks on my shoulders that I’d wear proudly.
“Come for me, Amelia,” I growled out, in charge, taking from her as much as I was giving.
And then she shattered for me.
Her whole body went rigid, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she lost herself in her orgasm. She cried out my name, and the sound echoed off the rocks, scattering birds from the nearby trees. I held her through it, gentling my touch as the tremors slowly subsided.
When she finally opened her eyes, they were glazed with satisfaction.
I knew I’d just made a terrible mistake. Watching her drive away was going to tear something open inside me that might never heal.
But looking at the wonder on her face, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Chapter 8
Amelia
My heart pounded in my chest as I floated in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life.
Every muscle in my body had turned to liquid, and the combination of Grayson’s skilled fingers and the mineral-rich water melted away tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying. Steam curled around us, and I felt like I’d slipped into a dream.
I’d never felt so good before. Not once. Notever.
When I finally managed to focus on Grayson’s face, the feral look in his eyes made my breath catch all over again. His jaw was tight, his nostrils flared, and he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.
“Do you want more?” The question came out as a growl, rough and desperate.
Instead of answering with words, I reached beneath the water and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft straining against his underwear.
He was huge, and I could feel him pulsing in my grip, hot and hard and impossibly ready.
When I touched him, a deep groan escaped his throat. He looked like he might come right there from my touch alone, and a surge of feminine power rushed through me.
I did that to him.
Me.
The girl who’d never successfully seduced anyone in her entire life.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Amelia.”
