Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(8)

Oh, yeah.

“That’s it, baby. Take us both there,” I whispered into the skin of her chest. She tightened around me and cried out, throwing her head back until the ends of her hair tickled the sensitive skin of my thighs and pushed me right over the edge with her.

Our breaths came out in a ragged rhythm, one following the other, until the air around us filled the capacity of our lungs.

I kissed the skin of her neck and sucked a sweet spot into the hollow at the center while she breathed out every ounce of hoarded air at once.

“You ready to play now, Benny?”

“Huh?” She laughed, blue eyes blazing through her backlit shadow. “Play now? I thought that was the play.”

“Uh-uh,” I denied. “That was me making love to my wife.”

A smile belied the shake of her head as she leaned forward and sealed her rosy lips to mine. “I love you,” she said before rubbing her nose along the line of mine.

“I know,” I whispered. “Now come gallivant in the ocean with me.”

Her nose scrunched up in denial. “You had me until in the ocean.”

I picked her up and set her on her feet before climbing to my own. “Put your bikini back on and wait for me right here. I’m going to grab some trunks, and I don’t want to fucking lose you again,” I instructed, completely ignoring her aversion to all things sea life. She’d come around once we were in.

“Goddammit,” she grumbled under her breath, scooping up the bottom of her bathing suit as she did.

“Don’t worry, Benny. It’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed, tying the sides closed.

One gentle kiss to the corner of her lips and I pulled her to my chest. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, no worries there. I won’t be in the ocean without you, that’s for sure.”

I gave her another kiss and chuckled as I turned to run up the stairs and grab a swimsuit. When I came back, she was standing in the same spot, unfortunately un-naked, and the red-painted toes of her bare foot tapped nervously on the wood planks of the deck.

“Let’s go,” I said, spinning her around and pushing her forward with a gentle but insistent hand on her back. She paused at the edge, scanning the water for lurking creatures of terror.

“I’ll go in first,” I offered, stepping to the side and making my way down the ladder next to her. “See?” I asked, when water submerged the lower half of my body. “Nothing to worry about.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she moved to the ladder, making her way down it tentatively and tapping a toe on the sandy bottom.

“Baby,” I said through a laugh. “You can see the bottom. The water is crystal clear. What are you worried about?”

“It doesn’t matter that the water is clear! This is a game of volume, Kline, and there’s a fucking lot of water here. Something could sneak up on me.”

“I won’t let it,” I pledged, crossing an X over my heart to seal the promise. She shook her head and worried her lip, but I pulled her off the ladder and into my arms anyway.

She wrapped her legs around my waist easily, and my hands found a comfortable home on her ass. I’d take frightened Georgia any day of the week if it meant she held on this tight.

When I started to rub at the soft flesh, she caught wind of my enjoyment. It probably had something to do with my inability to stop fucking smiling.

“You like that I’m scared, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say I like it…” I said in an attempt to avoid ruining my perfectly crafted plan.

Her eyes narrowed, and a hand slapped at the skin of my back. “You’re right. You don’t like it. You love it!” she accused.

“Okay, yeah,” I agreed with a telling smirk. “Your body is basically fused to mine, and your ass is in my hands. Of course, I love it.”

Her lips met mine actively, aggression and acceptance all at once. My mouth fought back until it won dominance, taking so much that it started to give.

Foreheads together, we stood there, the sound of our breathing and each other the only thing to keep us company in the emptiness of endless ocean.

Or so I thought.

Behind her back, I saw it approach, but I kept a careful watch on the state of my body in order to keep her unaware. A lone stingray swooped and swept its way along the bottom, cruising beautifully straight for us. I watched, glancing at Georgia briefly and waiting for her to notice.

Stepping to the side as the friendly ray drew near, I craned my neck as he circled behind us.

“Oh, sweet fucking Jesus!” Georgie shouted as soon as she saw it, climbing even higher up my body with the agility of a monkey. “Oh, my God!” she yelled. “Kline! Oh, Jesus!”