Page 77 of Tiger Lilies and Tight Ends

“I said it before, and I meant it. I just can’t get enough of you,” I tell him as he tears his mouth from mine and then runs his tongue from my neck to my breast. Moving one side of my bikini top out of the way, he sucks my nipple into his mouth while his thumb runs over the other. My head falls back at the sensation, and even though we’re in the water, I know without a doubt I am wet for him.

This man.

He undoes me.

“Tyler.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He looks back up at me, and I swear his gaze reaches into my chest to steal a part of my soul.

“Sweetheart, huh?”

He chuckles, shrugs one shoulder, and then nods. “Yeah. Sweetheart.”

I’ve never given any thought to a nickname or a term of endearment, but him calling me sweetheart gives me butterflies and has me sliding down his body a little to his hips, where I find him fully hard and thick for me.

“Okay,” I tell him as I rock against him, and he groans.

Looking between us, I run my fingertip along the inside of the waistband of his bathing suit against the warmth of his stomach. “I want these off,” I tell him, glancing up to see his eyes half-lidded and extra dark with blatant need.

“Not as much as I want this off,” he tells me as he sticks one finger under the edge of my bikini bottoms on my hip and snaps it against my skin. “Better yet, what if I just push this right here out of the way?” He trails his fingers down so they run over the center of me, and then he’s shifting the fabric so his fingers can find me.

Being in the position I’m in, through the water, we can see that I’m bare. He rubs his fingers over me again and slips one inside.

“That’s not nearly enough,” I tell him as I pull on the drawstring and gently yank down on his suit. He springs free between us. I line him up, and without waiting, he pushes in. Both of us watch as he disappears inside me, the water and the boat removing my weight. Back and forth, he moves his hips, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen until the speed in which he moves distorts the water, making it not visible.

Lifting my head, I find him watching me as he squeezes my hips with his hands and thrusts into me over and over.

“You feel so good,” I tell him, and he counters with, “You feel even better. But I think I’d be more comfortable if we moved inside. I’d hate to have to kill anyone who saw us, saw you.”

I hear what he’s saying, and I completely agree. While we think we’re alone, who knows if we really are. Should someone get this on film, not only would we be in trouble but it would massively blow up across the internet.

“Then take me inside.”

His hips slow, and the water calms. Both of us look down, and while he continues to gently rock me on him, his thumb moves forward and circles that small bundle of nerves. Every sensation instantly ramps up. I clench around him, and he hisses.

“So fucking hot,” he mutters.

Keeping me around his waist, he makes his way toward the back of the boat so we can climb on. His hands are on my butt, his chest is against mine, and his eyes are so heavy with desire the heat low in my stomach is nearly on fire.

Adjusting our clothes, he sets me free so I can climb the ladder. He runs a finger straight down my crack, and I almost slip. He chuckles behind me, but then keeps his hands to himself until he leads us down into the bedroom, and then, in one swift movement, he tosses me onto the bed.

“I see how your seduction techniques work,” I tease as he looms over me.

“Right,” he deadpans. “You are the only woman to ever be on this boat for me.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

He smirks, and then with a speed I wasn’t expecting, he removes our wet suits and drops them on the floor.

“These little tan lines . . .” He drags his finger over my hip bone. “I could get used to them,” he says just before he bends down and runs his tongue from one side to the other, and then plants his mouth right on my center. His mouth is warm, his tongue is wicked, and it takes all of fifteen seconds for me to fall over the edge.

Smug satisfaction graces his face as he climbs over me and sinks inside.

“Damn,” he says as he rolls his hips. He sits back on his heels and pulls my hips with him.

Moving his hands, he runs his fingers over my sensitive parts and traces us both where he connects with me. It’s such a turn-on to watch him touch us both that my toes curl and my stomach tightens.

“I’m not going to last long like this,” he tells me.