He hisses out, “exquisite, baby...fucking unreal.”
He gradually slides a hand up my slick torso and flicks his stare to my eyes, asking for permission, which I give by arching my back and pushing my bare chest forward into his hands.
“Oh, Laney,” he purrs as he surrounds my breasts with his strong hands, rubbing and kneading.
A guttural sound escapes me, my nipples hardening to his touch. Instinctively, I run my hands into his hair, pulling his face into me; I want to feel his warm, wet mouth on me. His teeth catch my nipple first, biting and teasing before he widens and sucks in as much as he can. I clench between my legs, feeling the gush of moisture despite being in the water. His mouth, his tongue, his hands are so intoxicating I can’t stop my hips from rocking into him, hard and downward, seeking a cure to the nagging in my core.
His wicked mouth breaks suction. “God, you’re gorgeous, Laney. You like my mouth on you?”
“Mmmmm,” is all I can respond. I’m so close, gyrating into him harder and faster. He’s so hard beneath me, his swim trunks a flimsy barrier. I can feel every inch of him twitching for me. I’m not sure how I’m even aware, but I register “Collide” beginning to play in the background and that does it. Perfect song, perfect moment...the allure mentally pushes me right to where I need to be to continue this and I moan loudly as the tingles inside me grow stronger, using one hand to push his head into me harder. He’s feasting on my chest, his hands exploring all over my body.
He kisses on my breasts, between them, then up my throat. “You are radiant,” he moans against my skin.
I lean down to kiss him madly. I could so easily climb to complete ecstasy right now. I want to do something for him too, but feel hesitant. I’m not very experienced, and I don’t know his history. What if he’s disappointed with my amateur attempts?
“Dane, I—”
He covers my lips with his finger, silencing me. Just like clockwork, he speaks my deepest thoughts out loud. “Baby, what all have you done?”
I go with what I know and alleviate awkward with humor. “That sounds like a personal question. Be prepared to reward me.” I raise an eyebrow and grin.
“Anything you want, just answer me,” he growls. What to say? I mean, does he want a play by play?
“Um...”
“Did he suck these?” He runs the backs of his fingers over my breasts and I nod. “Use his fingers on you?” I nod again, looking anywhere but at him. “In you?”
I shake my head back and forth this time. He’d never had to, I exploded at the newness of his mere touching, amateur and loaded to fire. Why would Dane want me replaying things with Evan in my head right now?
“Did he put his mouth on you?” His fingers slink under the water and brush along my sex through my suit.
I gasp at the contact and my mouth drops open as I realize what he means. I shake my head no.
“And that’s all, just him? Just that little bit?”
“Yes, why?” This very intrusive line of questioning will never backfire on him. I may one day want to know how many girls he’s been with, and how long ago, but I will never want a detailed replay of his excursions to plague my thoughts.
He pulls me back deeper into his lap and runs his fingers through my hair, pulling it back away from my face and neck. I love it when he bares my neck, it means his mouth is on its way and I crave it as much as he seems to.
“Because I want to know everything about you. I want to know exactly what only I give to you.”
“Oh,” I whisper. It’s possessive and territorial—and strangely hot as hell.
“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me.” He moves against me, igniting another firestorm within me. “How little you gave him...all that will be just mine.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
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Dane
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“Dane,” she whispers in a shaky voice, avoiding looking at me, lowering herself into the water, no longer sharing my lap or her naked chest to my view. “I have to tell you something.”
My stomach clenches instantly. What is she about to say and why does it scare me so much? I’ve been with many girls, but never have I felt that my whole world balanced on the next words out of their mouths. What has Laney done to me?
Rocked my damn world—that’s what.