panties. I stop breathing.
The air between us blazes with electricity as she slowly, teasingly
slides them over her legs to the floor.
I let out a tortured groan. She’s bare between
her thighs, smooth and so fucking sexy it’s enough to make me lose
my goddamn mind. Suddenly, all the self-control in the world is no
match for the fire in my blood, the desire screaming through my
veins, blotting out the world until there’s nothing but Lacey and
the look of wicked temptation in her eyes.
“No more.” I growl, yanking my briefs down and
reaching for her, crazy with lust. But Lacey slips back out of my
grasp with a teasing smile. “A dare’s a dare,” she grins, and then
she plants both hands on my chest and shoves.
I fall backwards, hitting the pool with a
splash. The freezing water closes over my head. I hear another
splash, and see Lacey make an elegant dive into the pool. Her body
slides past me, arched and effortless, twisting lazy circles as she
reaches the bottom of the pool and smiles at me, inviting. I swim
towards her underwater, grabbing her around her waist and pushing
up, breaking the surface with a gasp.
“Naughty girl,” I tread water, holding her up in
my arms.
Lacey laughs, the sound echoing in the hush of
the pool “What can I say? I couldn’t resist.”
I pull her closer, sliding my hands down to grip
her thighs. Lacey’s laughter fades. I can feel her, naked and wet,
pressing against me, every inch, every curve, even the pulse of her
heartbeat racing, thunder in her chest.
“Are you going to punish me?” she whispers,
still flirting. Her hands slide across my shoulders, and I shudder
under the touch, her breasts pressed against my chest, the ripe
curves soft between us.
“No,” I lean in, trailing my lips over her
cheekbone, wanting her so bad, but wanting to make it last even
more. The world has disappeared, all my rational thoughts chased
clear from my mind. Now, the only thing that matters is the wet
slide of her body against mine and the hard ache of my cock,
pressing against her silken thigh.
I dip a gentle kiss into the hollow of her neck
and feel her whole body shiver. “I’m not going to punish you,” I
lick up the slim column of her throat, finding her ear to nip and
tease, whispering low.
“I’m going to make you come your brains
out.”
Lacey’s body shocks in my arms, and then I
capture her mouth in a blazing kiss.
God, she tastes so good, the sweetness of her
scent and the burning traces of tequila, intoxicating. Dangerous. I
groan, parting her lips and plunging my tongue deep into her mouth,
devouring her. Lacey gasps against me, wrapping her arms around my
neck, pressing her breasts against my body, moulding to my form. I
kiss her harder, gripping the soft flesh of her thighs to wrap her
legs around my waist, feeling the ache of my cock screaming for
release, pressed between her thighs.
I could drown like this, the cold water lapping
sensually at our bodies; the dim light and hush leaving nothing but
our gasps, ravenous, hungry for more. Lacey bucks against me, and I
can feel the tight buds of her nipples, hard against my chest. God,
I want to feel every inch of her, taste those stiff, rosy nipples;
make her scream and pant. I slide a hand up between us, grazing her
breasts, then stroking, harder, palming the weight of them, so lush
and fucking perfect. Lacey gasps against my mouth, and I close my
thumb and forefinger around her nipple, squeezing, rolling the
sensitive nub until she throws back her head and cries out with
need.
Fuck .
I growl, dipping my head, biting and licking at
her neck as I reach lower, sliding up her thigh, finding the
blazing heart of her, so wet and ready. She lifts her head to meet
my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright and dazed, liquid
with desire. So alive. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
I slowly stroke across her tender skin.
Lacey’s mouth drops open in a silent gasp. I
hold her gaze, seeing everything, every
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