Page 17 of His to Seduce
Chapter 7
Camden
My heartbeat roared in my ears as I plunged into the water. David’s name on my lips evaporated as soon as the water covered my head. Terrified, my eyes were squeezed closed, the grip of David’s hand the only thing tethering me to reality as the icy water washed over my body.
He had lied.
I wasn’t safe. He didn’t keep me from harm. Every time David pushed me, I felt the undeniable urge to not only answer him, not only prove I could be brave, but conquer everything that held me back.
This weekend was quickly turning from a way to break away from my lists to living in a way that was stolen from me when I was too young to really have dreams.
The depth burned my lungs and I felt David pulling me toward him. He hadn’t let go of me. We had entered the water together, fear chilling my skin for a moment before the adrenaline buzzed through my veins, and now, he lifted me as he kicked toward the surface.
I hit the surface and inhaled a lungful of salty air.
“Holy crap!” I shouted. Elation ignited inside me, and I threw my arms around his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. “I did it!” Staring up at the ledge we’d jumped from, I threw my head back and laughed. “That was crazy and insane and I did that!”
How did I do that? I couldn’t comprehend what came over me on the ledge.
“You were magnificent,” David said. He treaded water, holding both of our weights, and I turned to him, my cheeks hurting from being stretched wide.
“Thank you.” My hands pushed through his hair and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. I was breathless, lungs burning from the water and the air and the jump and…Idid that!But I still kissed him until I needed to breathe, and when I pulled back, gasping for air, David followed me, chasing my lips with his.
“Get back here,” he growled, before pressing me to him. His tongue slid into my opened mouth and he tilted my head, giving him deeper access. Beneath his swim trunks, he pressed against my center, hardening the longer our kiss continued. He kicked, swimming backward. He spun me around until my back pressed against sun-heated, smoothed rocks.
“David?”
He dropped his hand without answering and pressed his fingers at my center. “I’ve been hard for you all day. Every time you’re scared, you conquer it. You blow me away.”
The awe in his voice and desire shimmering in his eyes stunned me speechless.
I couldn’t handle being inspected so closely. Dropping my head to his shoulder, I adjusted my hold around his hips. His hand between us, his thick cock rubbing against me—all of it made me shiver in a way that had nothing to do with adrenaline or fear.
“I want to take you here,” he whispered harshly into my ear. His voice strung tight, as if he’d lost all control.
“Raheem—”
“Is on the other side of the island, probably napping until we return.”
“Or getting so stoned he won’t be able to drive the boat back to shore.”
He laughed softly, the husky sound vibrating against my ear. God, he was beautiful. Everything about him. His body, his voice, his character…damn it.He was making me fall for him despite all the reasons I shouldn’t.
“Then we’ll spend the night under the stars, using body heat for warmth.”
When he put it that way…
I rolled my hips, his fingers pressed against me. “How do you always know what to say to me in order to get your way?”
He slid his fingers along the seam of my swimsuit bottom. Goosebumps popped on my legs, beneath the cool water. “I’m hoping you’re a willing partner.”
“I am. Please.” My head rolled back until I bumped against rock. Was I really doing this? Having sex in the ocean, braced between stone and David? The Caribbean air hadn’t scrambled my senses, it had annihilated them.
He pushed aside the gusset of my bathing suit, the thick fabric running against my needy center. One of my hands fell to the waistband of his swim trunks. I hitched myself higher, pushed them down with the heels of my feet, and took him in my hand.
He was cool, but thick and hard. It had been so long since I’d had sex—years—that in the closet, it had hurt a bit. In his bed, he’d taken his time. But water wasn’t exactly a natural lubricant, and salt water felt worse. I wouldn’t be able to take him, but I could do the next best thing.
I slid my hand down his length, his swim trunks at his thighs. Gripping him firmly, I stroked him hard, once, then twice.
