Castle in the Sand by Megan Hart Read Free Book Online

and
grimaced at the filthy water. "I can't figure out why everything is
so dirty."
     
    "There's always sand all over the place. You
know that." Malcolm leaned his elbows on the table while he watched
her.
     
    "This isn't sand. It's dirt and dust. When
the others get here, we're going to have to talk about hiring a
different cleaning agency."
     
    She went outside to throw the dirty water
over the edge of the deck. It hit the driveway and darkened the
sand. She looked to the sky without needing to shade her eyes. The
sun had gone behind a cloud. The day was almost as black as the
water.
     
    "No beach today," she told Malcolm as she
came back inside. She paused before filling the bucket with more
water. They hadn't actually been to the beach at all yet. And
they'd been here how many days?
     
    "Mal?"
     
    "Yes, love?"
     
    He ought to have been reading a book or maybe
working a crossword puzzle. Making a grocery list. Something,
anything, other than merely sitting and watching her work.
     
    "Nothing." It was her choice to clean, not
his. He didn't have to help. But...she shook her head at her own
odd thoughts. He usually would have pitched in or found someplace
else to be. He wouldn't just...watch.
     
    She set the pail in the sink and began to
fill it again with clean water. In the next moment, she felt his
lips against the back of her neck. His kiss sent a pleasant chill
down her spine and she shivered. "That tickles."
     
    "I've got something else that would like to
tickle you, too."
     
    She felt it against the small of her back and
she pressed herself harder against him. "Oh, really?
     
    Now his hands came around to cup her breasts.
The nipples sprang instantly erect under the attention of his
thumbs. He nuzzled the back of her neck some more, and she felt the
wet heat of his tongue. It was answered instantly by a wet heat
between her legs.
     
    His hand went there next. He lifted her dress
and his forefinger stroked the outline of her cleft, then slipped
beneath the waistband of her panties to circle her clit. He dipped
a little lower to smooth his way with her slickness and up again to
rub her button. He pushed her panties off her hips and she stepped
out of them.
     
    She heard the sound of his zipper as he
pulled it down. She gripped the edge of the ancient porcelain sink
as Malcolm pulled her hips toward him. He pushed her legs apart
with his thigh. Claire tensed, waiting.
     
    "Ahh." The wordless sound burbled from her
throat as he entered her. She couldn't have formed words if she'd
tried. She stood on her tiptoes to ease his way.
     
    How many times had they made love? She would
never get enough of him. Claire moaned as Malcolm slid his fingers
over her clit. His cock pumped in and out of her. His soft pubic
hair brushed her ass and she smiled. He was tickling her, all
right.
     
    His teeth nipped the curve of her shoulder
and neck exposed by the collar of her sundress. The tiny pain only
intensified her pleasure. Her clit pulsed.
     
    "I can feel you getting bigger down there. I
can feel you open to me." Now he tickled her ear with his breath.
"You take me in all the way." He stroked her again. "Come with me,
Claire."
     
    She did, with a long shudder that made her
legs tremble. Wetness splashed her. For a moment, she thought it
came from her, and her eyes flew open, startled.
     
    "The sink!"
     
    "Leave it," he growled, his passion evident
by the way he thrust inside her.
     
    The sink was overflowing. The pail had
blocked the drain, and once it was full the water had begun to fill
the sink. Now it ran over the sides, onto Claire, the counter and
the floor.
     
    She climaxed again, anyway, even as she
reached for the faucet but turned it the wrong way. More water
flowed and faster. Malcolm thrust into her one more time and cried
her name. Claire forgot about the water as the pleasure swept her
away.
     
    Water poured onto the floor with a noise that
sounded as loud as the crashing of the ocean waves. The