Chapter 8 #2
As they took the stairs to the beach and hit the sand, Jenny decided to stop worrying about getting caught and enjoy the most insane thing she’d ever done.
They splashed into the cool water together, and she had to admit it was the first time all day she hadn’t felt like she was roasting over an open fire.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he fell backward into the water, completely submerging himself.
Jenny had begun to wonder where he’d gone when she felt his hands cupping her ass and his lips on her back.
He drew her into his lap, settling his erection into the cleft of her bottom.
“How can you be ready to go again after what just happened up there?” She gestured to the lighthouse.
“It’s all you, baby. You turn me on like no one ever has.”
The revealing statement went straight to her heart, where it was firmly rejected.
This relationship was not about hearts or flowers or even relating in any way other than physical.
She’d do well to remember that before she got too involved.
He didn’t even know her last name or anything about her other than where she lived and who some of her friends were.
Linc Mercier knew more about her than the man who was currently playing with her nipples as his hot, wet lips tortured her neck. Jenny couldn’t believe the way her sex tightened in anticipation of more. She wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow.
“Bend forward a little bit,” he whispered in that gruff voice that got to her every time.
“Why?”
“Just do it.” He kept a firm grasp of her hips as she hesitantly did as he directed.
When he had her positioned the way he wanted her, he slid into her from behind, driving all the way to the hilt in one long stroke that made her cry out from the impact as well as the cool rush of water inside her. “Hurt?”
She swallowed frantically, trying to form words. “No.”
He settled her back against him, spreading her legs wide so they were on either side of his and working her clit and nipple from behind. “I told you a swim was what we needed to cool off.”
Her shaky laugh drew one from him, too. This is utter insanity!
Then he flexed his thighs, opening her farther so he could cup her sex where they were joined.
He barely moved, and yet he managed to take her to the brink with just the angle of his penetration, the press of his fingers and the brush of his whiskers on the back of her neck.
She covered his hand to keep him from removing it and directed his attention to the place that throbbed for him. Impossibly, he opened her even farther, stretching her nearly to the point of pain as he drove deeper into her, making her come hard against their joined hands.
His arms banded tight around her as he followed her, groaning against her ear as he heated her from the inside. He lifted her off him and turned her to face him, sliding his arms around her and sinking into a deep kiss that had her tingling all over again.
She turned away from the kiss.
“What?”
“That’s it, buster. All you’re getting tonight.”
“We’re just getting started.”
“No, we’re just getting finished.”
“Come on…” He tweaked her nipples and surged to life under her.
“Oh my God, you’re a freaking machine!”
“Not usually.”
“Stop pretending like this is something special when we both know we’re just scratching an itch.
” The words came out more harshly than she’d intended, and judging from the way his muscles tightened with tension she’d scored a direct hit.
“Sorry, but come on… We both know what this is. And what it isn’t. ”
“So you have this kind of chemistry with everyone? That pink-shirt dude… He turns you on the way I do?”
He had her there, Jenny thought. “No, but—”
Alex’s lips stifled her words. “No buts. We’re hot together, and there’s no denying that.”
“Maybe so, but you don’t even know my last name or where I come from.”
“Your last name is Wilks, and you come from the South, judging by the accent you slip into whenever you’re annoyed, which is often when I’m around.”
“How do you know my last name?”
“I asked someone.”
“Who did you ask?”
“None of your business.”
Jenny struggled to get free of him, but she was no match for the tight band of his muscular arms.
“Stop,” he said, laughing softly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I asked Owen earlier, and he told me your name.”
“Great,” she said with a groan. “He’ll go home and tell Laura you were asking about me, and they’ll be on me like bees on honey tomorrow.”
“No, they won’t. I told him you were pissed at me for showing up so early to mow the grass out here.”
“You did?”
Nodding, he nibbled on her bottom lip and managed to scramble her brain until she nearly forgot the sort-of argument they were having. “Hold on.” With his hands cupping her ass, he stood and walked them to the beach.
Jenny kept her arms and legs tight around him as he went directly to the stairs and carried her all the way to her bedroom. By the time they got there, they were dry again. “Is it always this hot here in the summer?”
“Never like this.” He came down on top of her, settling into the V of her legs and pinning her hands over her head.
“No more,” she said in a tone that barely convinced her, and judging from the grin that lit up his face, he wasn’t convinced either. “I mean it.”
“Okay.” His lips moved on her neck as his big body kept her pinned to the mattress, surrounding her with his strength, the musky scent of sex and salt water and his obvious desire for her that pulsed against her belly.
“Turn over,” she said.
“Don’t want to.”
“My turn to be in charge.”
“I thought we were done.”
“Are you saying no?”
“Definitely not.” He released her hands and did as she asked, flopping onto his back, knees raised and arms curled above his head.
Jenny licked her lips as she eyed the sexy man laid out before her.
She could touch him and kiss him anywhere she wanted to, which filled her with a sense of her own power, especially when his eyes heated with obvious desire.
His erection lengthened, stretching to above his navel.
Being the devil that he was, he let his legs fall open, almost daring her to put her focus where he wanted it most.
Recalling the way he’d tortured her, she ran her hands up the insides of his legs, taking her time and making him wait for what he wanted, the same way she’d had to. She let her hair drag over his erection, making him groan as he lifted his hips.
“Patience,” she said mockingly.
He barked out a laugh. “Ain’t got none.”
“Get some.”
The more he tried to control her, the longer she made him wait. Despite the recent swim, he broke out in a sweat when she dragged her breasts over his chest and groin.
“Motherfucker,” he whispered fiercely, making her smile. He did have a way with a swear word.
“My mother would wash your mouth out with soap if she heard you talking that way,” Jenny said in a prim, scolding tone.
“My mother tried to wash the dirty words out of my mouth, but they haven’t invented a soap strong enough.” He slid his hands into her hair, pressing on the back of her head to tell her what he wanted. “I want to wash your mouth out with something other than soap.”
“Oh my God, you’re so fresh!”
His laughter made his abs quiver, which caught her attention.
She licked and nibbled his eight-pack until his laughter morphed into a groan and the pressure of his fingers in her hair became almost painful. That was when she decided to have mercy on him and ran her tongue over the rigid length of his arousal.
He released a sharp gasp that became yet another groan. “Jenny.”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Yes?”
“For Christ’s sake, don’t stop.”
“Then be quiet and let me concentrate.”
“Yes, please concentrate. You wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
He was really quite irreverent but also enormously entertaining.
“Shhh.” This was said against his straining shaft.
She wrapped her hand around the base and squeezed.
How could he be so hard after coming the way he had—twice?
As she stroked him, she ran her tongue over the tip, dipping into the slit and then under to tease the sensitive skin below the head.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s good.”
Jenny held back a laugh as she took him into her mouth while keeping a firm grip on the base.
This was another thing she hadn’t done since she’d lost Toby, and she hoped she remembered how.
She didn’t want to think about Toby right now, not when Alex was so vibrant and alive under her, begging her with the subtle movement of his hips to take him deeper.
She opened her mouth wider and let him slide toward her throat as she cupped his balls.
He fisted handfuls of her hair and arched his back, swearing softly under his breath as she licked and sucked and applied gentle pressure to his most sensitive area.
Her lips were stretched almost to the point of pain as he got impossibly harder.
“Stop,” he cried.
She knew he was warning her that he was on the brink, so she gave him a taste of his own medicine and backed off, leaving him sweating and panting for the release she’d denied him.
He fell back to the mattress and released a harsh laugh as he continued to breathe heavily and throb in her hand. “So mean.”
“Revenge is a bitch, and so am I,” Jenny teased, continuing to stroke him with her tongue.
“No, you’re not,” he said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and running his finger over her cheek. “However, I wouldn’t be opposed to some more of that.”
With only her lips touching him, she said, “Hmmm, let me think about that.”
He startled from the electric connection of her vibrating lips. “You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Most definitely not.”
He gave her a curious look that quickly became something else entirely when she took him into her mouth, lashing him with her tongue as she applied gentle suction. His entire body trembled and his grip on her hair tightened.