He gives me a glance, his dark eyes piqued with curiosity. Lake water is beaded up on his stubble and his hair has that tousled wildness that makes me want to run my fingers through it.
“It’s not the same one, but…” I scissor with my legs, the water like cold silk on my skin.
Linden swims closer and tugs me against him. With his height, he can just touch the bottom. Those firm planes of his abs and chest and his warmth greet my chilled limbs. He pulls in a full breath that swells into my ribs, drawing a sigh of contentment from my lips.
“Does it make you feel closer to her?” he asks, gliding his big hand down the curve of my spine.
“Sometimes. She loved watching the sunsets. She used to make us drop everything to go outside so we could enjoy it together.” A chill vibrates through my core. Even though he’s warm against me.
“Meg?” His face goes still. “I’m glad you’re my neighbor.”
Something warm and honey-sweet drips inside me. It’s decadent and pure, almost fragile. Trying to capture it is like holding a butterfly in my palms. Too tight and I risk clipping its wings—too loose and it will flutter away.
I wrap my arms around his neck and swallow the barb of emotion pressing into my throat. “I’m glad too.”
A flicker of a smile hints at his lips before he kisses me. His tongue teases my lips, sending more heat prickling across my skin. I tease him back and wrap my legs around him. Being naked with him like this, giving me the freedom to feel every shift in his body, every tensing of muscle, every sigh? It’s making it hard to imaginenotbeing naked. Not having him close. It would be scary if I gave this fear the energy it deserved. But right now, I’m too focused on the shape of his lips, the hardening of his erection against my thigh, the heat filling my body.
With a low groan, he carries me to the shore. Already, my craving to be full of him, consumed by him, is making my breaths jump in my chest. He snatches a towel and lays me on it beneath his half-finished dock project. I almost laugh because though we’re not out in the open, it’s not like we’re hidden either. Do I care?
“You’ll need to be quiet,” he says, kissing down the side of my neck. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, though if the previous orgasms he’s given me so far are any indication of the volume I’m capable of, this is a promise I don’t think I can keep.
He circles my nipple with his warm tongue. Because I have goosebumps and a mild case of the shivers, there’s an edge to this sudden pleasure, but it turns electric so fast I start gulping air.When he draws my other breast into his mouth, I roll my hips, seeking the friction I am suddenly desperate for. It’s as if he’s as eager to taste me as I am to have him between my legs, because he continues kissing, nipping, swirling his tongue. Another shiver rattles down my thighs. I squeeze them together, but Linden slides his knees between mine, parting me open.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my slit, the wet glide of his mouth frustratingly not near enough to where I need him. He kisses down the seam of my thigh, licking with the tip of his tongue, like hewantsme to suffer.
He drags his thumb down to my clit, making me groan in relief. “I think you could come just from this, couldn’t you?” His cool exhale across my throbbing flesh is like a twist of the knife.
“Please.” It comes out raspy. Needy.
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to beg.” He blows on my pussy again, making me squirm, like he’s pumping fire and ice through my veins. Inside my body, I’m hollow and weightless, drunk on anticipation. He glides lower, to where I’m cramped with need, and slowly thrusts his fingers inside me, filling the emptiness so perfectly that a flutter of pleasure works up my belly.
With a satisfied hum, he wrap his lips around me. The warmth and sweetness of his tongueright therewhile he strokes in and out of me is sensory overload—too much and not enough all at once. Do I pull him closer or skitter away, like some feisty little sand creature?
A hot, bright heat loosens inside me, rolls through my stomach and into my throat like a sonic echo. I fist the cold sand and his hair like they can keep me from floating away. Already I’m shaking, my breaths rushing in and out of my throat—surely I’m much too loud.
His tongue is relentless, pausing only when he wraps his lips around my most sensitive place for a sensual, playful tug that has my thoughts melting into oblivion and my heart catapulting into the next galaxy.
“Linden!” I whimper, my throat pulpy and raw.
He reaches up to pluck my nipple. I grind my shoulders into the towel, shameless for every bit of his touch. Then he stuffs something soft and dense in my mouth—the wadded-up corner of the second towel. I bite down, the relief that I don’t have to hold myself back as incredible as the pleasure spring-loading inside me. Linden moves faster, urged on by my hips grinding against him.
I have never felt so close to madness. If he stopped, the ache would consume me. Finish me.
Every thread of tension in my body weaves to a tight spiral at the base of my spine, driving me faster. The towel swallows my raspy breaths and traps the whimpers tickling my tongue. I grip Linden’s hair and squeeze my thighs but if it’s causing him discomfort, he doesn’t show it. He’s like a man possessed, wanting this as much as I do. Wantingme.
I blink through the open slats of the deck above us, my emotions cracking open a little more with each stroke of his silky tongue.
The notes of pleasure hit deeper, harder, until the ball of fire in my belly rips free. I come, Linden’s name muffled by the fabric, the powder-blue sky swirling above me.
When I go limp, Linden caresses up my stomach with his big hand and pulls the towel from my mouth. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the house.
I wake from an afternoon nap to Linden’s empty bed and the clink of plates downstairs, my body languid and more than a little bit sore. After he brought me inside, we didn’t make it past the couch. Then we showered, which led to more touching, which led to us in his bed, where he made slow, incredibly sensual love to me.
My pulse skips down my belly and my breasts tingle with a sudden awareness against Linden’s sheets. I shouldn’t be eager formore. I think I have bruises from how tightly he holds onto me when he comes. I for sure need more sleep.
But I do want more.
