My insides clenched. Too much. Too desperate. I’d twist and drown in my own desire if I didn’t have him again.
I dove under the river, taking him in my mouth for as long as I could with a single gasp of air. Lachlan called my name and leaned into my mouth. A couple of tugs primed him. He tensed, groaned, and bucked his hips through the water.
This was it. I’d make him come.
If only because I remember one of Lachlan’s talents from Vegas with perfect clarity.
His endurance.
His was a skill other men envied. I’d thought his cock was made from stone. His desire never wavered. For three days, Lachlan had fucked me until we both crashed in exhaustion, and even then his fingers and lips and tongue delighted my spent body.
With any luck, he’d do it again.
I jerked him as my lips sealed around his shaft. I pumped once, twice, but he pulled away.
Lachlan pulled me to the surface, and my back slammed against his thick chest. I whimpered, unable to touch the bottom of the river. Didn’t matter. He held me by the hips and across my breasts. His whisper hazed my thoughts to everything but the pulsing, shivering, demanding beat of my core.
“Not so slippery now, are you?” He kissed my neck, latching on with a gentle nip.
“Thought you liked that.”
“Oh, I do…but I much rather make you sticky.”
“Not if I get you first.”
I twisted, trying to reach for his cock. He dodged my touch, forcing me still with a bite to my ear. It worked. I went stiff with a whimper.
“Aren’t you naughty?” Lachlan whispered. “What happened to our leisurely, relaxing ride down the river?” He breathed against the hollow of my throat, casting goosebumps over my shoulders and the tops of my arms. The water still hid most of my body, but his hands could easily discover all of my secrets. “Lachlan, why can’t you sit still? Lachlan, can’t you just enjoy the day?”
“I thought this would be more fun,” I said.
“You weren’t wrong.” The hand on my hip drifted lower. No pretense. No teasing. He found my slit and captured me with a searching hand.
I pouted. “But I wanted to make you come.”
“Ladies first.”
I arched as he rolled my clit between his fingers. The fierce shocks dizzied me. My timid mew became a pleased gasp. He rubbed me with an expert touch. I went limp against his muscles.
It didn’t make sense.
Every twist of his fingers owned my body. He tore through my inhibitions and touched me as if he had known me for years, not the few days we spent tangled within drunken desperation and consuming desires.
Harder or softer, quicker or slower, he knew exactly when to change his pace to make me shiver. Maybe he understood me that well…or maybe I surrendered to any touch he’d offer that secret place.
No other man could dizzy me the way he could. Not just my body, but my mind. My heart.
I shouldn’t have been so comfortable with him.
Shouldn’t have gotten so close.
Shouldn’t have trapped myself under his skilled fingers.
I whispered in pleading breaths for him to take me. A couple flicks. A little rub. A pinch. Hell, even a rasped word from him. I paralyzed myself on the brink of his control and my passion. But as long as he touched me, I never wanted to be free again.
Lachlan was right. He was an adrenaline rush wrapped in a dangerous touch and shadowed by my own desires. The brush of his hand fluttered everything inside me. His kiss on my neck tensed my core, already twisting in blissful agony. His thick fingers prodded me. He teased my swollen clit.
This wasn’t a fight-or-flight response. This was complete surrender.
Again and again he flicked his fingers over that little nub. The water rushed around us, tickling and tugging and guiding us deeper into the pool, under the dropping branches of the tree and into the hidden cove that heated our blood and trembled our words.
His cock hardened and pressed into my back. Huge. Wanting. Dangerous. My body craved to feel it again.
Was this a rush…or an addiction to him? I hadn’t had him inside me since Vegas, and yet I slickened and waited and clenched over the memory of it. His fingers could tame my suffocating need, but only his cock could free me in a moment of absolute magic.
His cock rubbed my ass. I pushed back. He liked that. So did I.
I bumped him with my hips and teased his shaft. I ground against his waist and rubbed his cock with every little hump. His breathing hitched again. I grinned. He could touch me all he wanted, but I’d make sure every stroke of his fingers was answered with a wiggle of my ass against his cock. I’d torment him with the same delights he wove over me.
“Fuck, Elle…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “You’ll drown me.”