26. Other Uses for Lifeguard Stands
26
OTHER USES FOR LIFEGUARD STANDS
Jake
I clasped my hand over hers, pulling her closer to my body. I craved her touch, especially after our talk. I liked this woman. Liked her humor. Liked her heart. I still didn’t want to get involved while I was on a job. But I couldn’t stay away from Ruby.
Maybe I hadn’t tried hard enough. But more likely, I just didn’t want to.
I wanted her.
Badly.
“Our track record on this whole just-work thing is pretty bad, isn’t it?” I asked, soft, seductive.
“Or it’s pretty good. Depends on how you see it,” she said.
“Good. Bad. Hard to say.”
“Maybe we’re a real good bad thing,” she said.
“You feel pretty damn good against me,” I said as I pressed her hand to my chest a little harder then ran it down to my stomach.
She inhaled sharply as she traced me, her touch like a torch, setting my nerves aflame.
I looked back to her face, lit by the moonlight, a siren torch above us. “You have sand here,” I said, pointing to her ear.
She ran her finger over the spot but missed.
“No. Right there.” I reached for her ear and brushed off the grains, catching a faint whiff of the coconut smell that drove me wild. She drove me wild. My fingers drifted into her hair and I cupped the back of her head. “What is it about you that I can’t resist? Your kisses are my undoing.”
“Then take another,” she whispered.
I kissed her on the beach by the lifeguard stand. Her lips were delicious, all cherry sweet from the popsicle. She murmured against my mouth, kissing me back with passion, and I took it. She held nothing back as she melted into my arms and pressed against me—lips, tongue, hands, hips. We were relentless in our kisses, in the grind of our bodies, in the frenzy of our touch.
And I knew I had to fuck her.
When I broke the kiss, my breath came out staggered. “Need you. Now.”
“Have me,” she whispered with heated urgency.
I groaned, thick with a lust that had to be sated. I glanced down the quiet stretch of beach then up at the empty lifeguard stand.
The hotel was a mile or so from here—one mile that felt like hundreds.
“Want a little beach adventure, sweetheart?” I asked.
Her lips parted in a delicious O. “Is this one of your recovery expert skills?”
“For you it is,” I said, then yanked her close again so she could feel the ridge of my erection. I could feel her heat. My head swam with desire. My body thrummed with lust. She ran her fingers along my jawline, tracing my stubble and brushing her thumb across my face. Even those small touches turned me on fiercely.
“Good,” she said with sweet, dirty relief. “Because I can’t wait another second.”
Filthy, gorgeous music to my ears. “I can’t either.”
This was risky, but I rolled the dice. I tugged on her hand, and we climbed the ladder up to the lifeguard stand. Wasting no time, I opened the door, letting us into the small lookout. Thank fuck it was unlocked.
“Damn, I wanted to see your lock-picking skills,” she whispered.
“Another time,” I said, shut the door, and spun her against it. There were windows all around—naturally—but enough darkness that we had some privacy. “Next time, I’m going to spread you out on a bed, kiss you properly everywhere?—”
“Improperly,” she corrected as I pushed up the skirt of her dress.
“Yes. Very improperly,” I said, then took her mouth again in a harsh, needy kiss as I yanked aside the panel of her panties.
Soaked.
I broke the kiss. “Need to make you come right fucking now,” I rasped out.
“Then get inside me,” she urged.
In no time, I had a condom out of my wallet while she unzipped my shorts.
As I opened the condom, she peeled off her panties then bit the corner of her lips, looking as eager as I felt. I sheathed myself then lifted her dress again and ran my fingers across her slick heat, making sure she was ready to take me. “Mmm. Love how wet you get,” I said, praising as I stroked.
She leaned her head back, shuddering, stretching her neck, offering me her supple body. “Please,” she murmured, and it was a sin to not savor all this delicious wetness with my tongue.
But it was a sin I had to commit. “This is gonna be fast,” I said, glancing around once more to make sure the coast was still clear.
“Give it to me. Fast and hard,” she demanded.
I intended to. I hiked up her thigh, hooked her leg around my hips, and notched the head of my cock against her center. Then, I pushed in.
Just the tip at first. She gasped, a sensual sound that turned into a low moan then a carnal cry as I sank in all the way.
She trembled. “Yessss.”
She was hot and tight and fit me like a glove. “Next time,” I said as I eased out, “I’ll be slow and gentle.” I pushed in halfway. She moaned. “But now, I’m gonna be rough.”
And I thrust so deep into her that she cried out, a gorgeous, feral sound that might give us away. I covered her mouth with my hand. “Quiet as I fuck you, sweetheart,” I said.
She nodded against my hand.
Like that, I fucked her. I rocked in and out. I swiveled my hips. With each pump, her muffled cries grew more intense. Her hands curled around my shoulders, digging in. Desire crashed wildly through me as we both moved faster, building friction, seeking release.
When her noises grew louder, I let go of her mouth. “Play with your clit. Need you to come really fucking soon,” I demanded.
She obeyed, thrusting a hand between us, stroking her clit as I held her against the door, snapping my hips, driving into her, and reveling in the sweet urgency of tonight.
The need we felt for each other.
The unexpected coming together.
She chased her own orgasm, racing after it. She started to shout my name, and I covered her mouth with mine so she screamed into my lips as she came undone in a wild frenzy of silence and heat.
I kissed her cries as she tightened against my cock, her pleasure flipping the switch in me. I gave a muffled roar then followed her there with a few deep pumps. My world spun away, and I came seconds later by the ocean under the stars, stealing a hot, necessary moment with this woman named for a jewel.
* * *
I didn’t want to leave her when I took her back to her hotel, but Kate had called, and I had business to tend to.
Besides, I knew it was better I didn’t spend every second with Ruby, no matter what I wanted. The more time I spent with her, the harder it would be to leave her.
And I’d have to leave when this was over.
So when we reached her hotel, I kissed her gently, then said, “I already miss you.”
“That’s just the orgasm talking,” she teased, but there was distance in her eyes.
Yeah, she knew about self-preservation too.