Dirty Game:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(10)

"Either you can't take your eyes off me, or you want some of this. Do  you want me to put some on you?" Blake held out the lotion bottle with a  coy grin. "The sun is serious today. I would hate for you to get  burned."

"All right." It made sense. I didn't want to get a sun burn this late in the summer.

I rolled onto my stomach, allowing him full access to my back. He poured  a generous amount of coconut-scented oil in his palm. He rubbed his  hands together, working the lather all over my back.

I closed my eyes as the circular motion of his hand deepened while he  explored the curves of my hips. He pulled the ties that fastened my  bikini at the middle of my back and laid them on either side of my ribs.  I relaxed into the blanket as he massaged the untouched skin with more  intensity, a move that almost brought a moan from my throat. He inhaled  while his thumbs worked the small of my back, slowly dipping below my  waistline.

"How does that feel?" he teased.

"Uh-huh," was all I could manage to stammer.

"Is that all you have to say?" he asked. His hands made their way down my thigh, pressing in all the right spots.

"Do you want me to tell you to stop?" I giggled, hoping he would keep going.

It took everything in me to keep my hands and mouth off this man.

Blake laughed and, with one firm hand, pulled the edge of my sun-kissed  shoulder so that I rolled toward him. He gathered the scraps of bikini  fabric clinging to my skin, letting his fingers brush across the pink  flesh of my breasts, and tossed the top over our heads.

I'd never felt so beautifully exposed before.

I gasped as his mouth found mine. His lips were firm and urgent, but I  could feel the want and longing lingering between us. Playful teasing  turned hot the instant he bit down on my bottom lip, just enough to make  me catch my breath.

I yielded to his tongue and tugged him down against my breasts. His skin  was hot from the sun, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, as if  that would keep me from spiraling out of control. Yes, I wanted this,  but I hadn't thought it through. Everything felt too good to stop. I  could taste the salt on his neck as my lips grazed over his shoulder and  worked up toward his ear.

Arching toward him, I drank in the feeling of his rough hands exploring  the inches of my exposed skin. Gradually, his lips trailed down the line  of my neck until he was hovering over my breasts, casting a shadow on  the creamy skin that only a few minutes ago had been covered in a bright  pink bikini top.

He stopped, and for a second, I worried something was wrong. I watched  him, his eyes raked over me, taking in the curves of my body, my golden  hair splayed all around the beach blanket, the rhythmic motion of my  chest breathing in and out, and my eyes. I wanted him. I hoped he could  see it. Everything happening between us right now felt hot, intense, and  like we were in the same place, for the first time in eight years.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Sierra."

He reached for my hands and brought them over my head, nestling them in  the sunbaked sand off the edge of the blanket. I lightly pulled against  his grip, wiggling closer to him, but steadily resisted the urge to  struggle against his control.

"Don't move," he ordered.

I nodded.

His teeth grazed my neck then returned to my breasts. I cried out when  his teeth pulled my nipple between them. He bit down, sending an  exquisite pressure pulsing through my body.

"Oh God," I moaned.

It only made him suck and bite harder. My hips jerked involuntarily and I felt the wetness between my legs.

My back arched so that our bodies were locked together, separated by  only a tiny bikini bottom and a pair of swimming trunks. I smiled. I  could feel exactly what I was doing to him. His cock was solid and long.

He groaned.

"I think I'm going to have to fuck you right here. Sex on the beach?"

I nodded. "I want you too." I breathed, knowing I was making a mistake, but I couldn't stop myself.

I wiggled enough so he could pull the strings on the side of my bikini. He tossed the scrap of fabric out of his way.

I didn't care about the sun beating down on us, or the sand all around.  My body was gliding against his. His hands were all over me. His tongue  in an out of my mouth. Covering my nipples. Gliding over my stomach.                       
       
           



       

"Fuck," he growled, pushing my legs wide.

"Ohh," I whimpered. My head turned to the sound and that's when I saw it.

The tide.

It was coming in, but I was too late.

Before we had a chance to move out of the ripping current's path, we  were both soaked by the unexpected wave. Startled I scrambled for my  bikini as it drifted past me before the surf took it out to sea.

"Shit," he murmured as we both leapt forward to save what was left of our beach site.

He cleared his throat and reached for the drenched blanket and the  sunscreen. Stuffing them in the bag, he turned toward me. I was busy  refastening my suit.

"Why don't we find another beach? It looks like this one is going to  wash away soon. I'll load this stuff on the boat and we can find another  spot."

"No." I snatched the blanket out of the bag and tried to wring some of the water out of it. "I think we should go back."

I was instantly sorry I had snapped at Blake, but the shock of the wave  seemed to whip me back into reality and back into control of my  hormones. I had almost had sex on the beach. In broad daylight like an  irresponsible eighteen-year-old girl. What in holy hell was wrong with  me?





14





Blake





We loaded the remainder of the beach bags and cooler, neither one of us  saying anything to the other. I started the small twin power engine and  careened the boat back to the docks. With one eye on the nearing  horizon, I tried to focus on the boats in the marina and not the ache in  my cock.

I had been seconds from what I wanted. Fucking seconds.

As soon we reached the pier, I could tell she was pissed. As she walked  past me to put her bags on the dock, I could see the frustration in her  eyes.

"Something wrong, darlin'?"

"No." She hauled the bags up on her shoulders.

"You sure? Because you haven't said one word since the tide interrupted us."

"It's just. I just  …  I hate being startled. And you know, the whole thing was a surprise to me anyway," Sierra blurted out.

"Believe me, if I could control the tides I would."

"That's not what I'm talking about." She lowered her voice.

"I can take you inside right now and finish what we started." I eyed her.

She blushed. "For what? Why? Sleeping together again? You think that's a good idea?"

I tied off the boat and stepped toward her.

"One of my favorite things to do." I winked.

She slapped at my bare chest. "Shut up. Just take your sexy smile and winking and that body and shut up, Blake."

My eyebrows rose high. "You have a problem with me or something?"

She dropped all the bags. "I do. A big problem."

"Then let's hear it. What is it? What is it I've done to the high and mighty Sierra Emory?"

"That." She pointed, her eyes an icy blue. "I knew it was there. You are  mad at me. And as much as I want to believe the guy I used to be with  is underneath that hot body of yours, you're actually a huge dick.  Huge."

"Are you saying I have a nice dick because I think you already know that."

"See?" she fumed. "Complete dick."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. It is. I don't know what this is. You want revenge sex? Is that it?"

"Maybe." I admitted it. I didn't give a fuck. I wanted her so badly I  couldn't name it, label it, or dissect it. It was the kind of want that  made my veins shatter.

Her eyes widened. "You weren't actually supposed to say yes to that."

"Why not? We're getting everything out in the open aren't we?"

I stepped off the pier. She was in the backyard now, backing up toward the porch.

"So that's what this was? Not rekindling what we had, but revenge? You wanted to sleep with me to prove some kind of point?"

I was close enough to pull her into my arms. I wrapped a hand tightly around her waist. She stiffened against me.

"I do have a point to prove," I growled.

I thought I felt her go weak in my arms.

"Wh-what is that?"

"That if I fuck you again, you'll never want another man. That one time with me will ruin you from ever wanting someone else."

"You're arrogant," she whispered.

"Arrogant because I know it's true." My lips dipped to her ear. "I'll be  so deep inside you, baby, so fucking hard. And you like it slow,  right?" I brushed my finger over her bare shoulder. "I'll ruin you."

She went silent.

I let her go and she staggered backward.

"You are an ass, Blake Wyatt. A complete and total ass."