He smirked. “I think you’re afraid to be naked with me.”
“Why would I be afraid to be naked with you? I’m the one who came up with this plan.”
“I don’t know. You tell me,” he said. His voice was smooth like silk, and he oozed confidence. “Are you afraid of the way that I make you feel?”
I sighed. “No. I like the way you make me feel. We’ve just never been naked in front of one another since we were kids.”
His hands moved to my hips, his tongue moving slowly along his bottom lip. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I said, and it came out all breathy and embarrassingly needy.
He pulled me against his body slowly, my breasts pressed to his chest, and my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
Wow. This was proving even better than I’d imagined, and we hadn’t done anything yet.
So why am I breathing so heavy?
His hands moved up my back before tangling in my long wet hair. He wrapped the ends around his hand and gently tugged my head to the side before his lips found my neck. My body immediately came alive, but I forced myself to breathe.
And then he moved his lips to the other side of my neck, taking his time as he gently trailed across my skin. He moved along my collarbone, his breath warm, as if his lips were cataloguing every single inch of me. I was desperate for his mouth to be on mine as my head fell back and my breaths grew more labored.
But he took his time, and I’d never been more turned on in my life. When he pulled back to look at me, his eyes searched mine, and I felt like he could see every thought I’d ever tried to hide. As if he could see just how badly I wanted him right now. My heart thudded against my ribs, loud enough that I was certain he could hear it, feel it.
He leaned in slowly, just a whisper closer, and I couldn’t breathe. My lips tingled with anticipation, and I felt it as every single nerve came to life. His nose brushed against mine, tentative, gentle, like he was testing the water. I could feel the warmth of his face against mine, the soft rise and fall of his chest. My hands hovered on his shoulders as I hesitated. Unsurewhere I should touch him, my pulse racing as the world around us melted away.
His hand came up to the side of my face, pushing the wet hair behind my ear as his calloused fingers traced along my jaw.
“I want your mouth on mine. Now,” he said, his voice commanding and gruff.
I leaned forward, and his mouth crashed into mine. It was frantic and needy, my lips parting as his tongue slipped inside, tangling with mine.
Cutler definitely knew how to kiss.
It was urgent and needy as our teeth clashed, tasting, exploring, as if we couldn’t get enough.
My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer.
His hands found my hips, shifting me the slightest bit as he glided me slowly at first, up and down his erection. I was basically dry-humping this man in the water, and I was too turned on to be embarrassed about it.
I nipped at his mouth and moaned as I ground against him shamelessly.
My body was acting of its own volition now.
He pulled his mouth from mine, and I missed his lips immediately.
He just watched me with this heated gaze in his eyes as he continued guiding me up and down.
Over and over.
It was the most erotic experience of my life.
“Look how fucking sexy you are grinding up against me,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “Use my cock, just like that.”
I leaned down, needing to feel his lips on mine again, and I moaned into his mouth as I moved faster. Greedily chasing my own pleasure.
Our tongues tangled, lips desperate to get closer, and this building pressure between my legs was almost overwhelming.
My head fell back on a gasp as I exploded, nails digging into his shoulders as bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and I continued grinding against him as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.
