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“Then it’s a good thing I wore one.”
When his fingers made their way to the front and swiped across her clit, she shuddered. “Keep going, Con.”
He slid a finger under the elastic and stroked her. “You’re soaked, darlin’.”
She wanted to answer, but then he slid two fingers between her slick folds, and she gave in to the tension building in her. She moaned and moved against him, urging him to go faster…needing more.
With his fingers buried deep inside her, she captured his mouth until, with a final press on her clit, she cried out and fell apart in his arms.
“You take my breath away when you come.” He trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, tugging the neckline of her dress down past her breasts.
She sucked in a breath when he slid a hand beneath the lace and cupped her breast before pulling the scrap of lace away. When he captured her nipple between his lips, her body started to climb again.
But this time wasn’t only about her.
“Wait, Con.”
He raised his head. “I’m sorry. Too fast, right?”
She shook her head and climbed off him. “Not fast enough.”
Then she reached under her dress, yanked off the thong, and tossed it in his lap. Feeling like the carefree girl she’d once been—one who wasn’t afraid to take chances—she gave him a saucy smile and walked backward into the water.
She waded out until she was waist deep and dipped under to get her entire body wet. When she surfaced, Connor sat frozen in the same spot.
She curled a finger, gesturing for him to join her. He blinked twice before he shimmied out of his shorts and shirt and charged into the water. The laugh bubbled out of her as he caught her around the waist, making her feel younger and freer than she had in years.
Ocean-sprayed strands of hair fell across his face in a sexy shag.
He kissed her long and hard, his hands busy under her dress. She pushed at his boxer briefs, freeing his cock and causing him to groan while he pressed into her hand.
Thankful that the water was relatively calm, she wrapped her legs around his back and guided him inside.
“Dear God, Abby,” he murmured as he thrust up, filling her. “You’re killing me.”
Tilting her pelvis, she pulled back before sinking back down on him.
“Don’t have a condom,” he said.
Powerless to stop, she kept moving, taking him in deeper with each thrust.
He slowed down and held her face. “Abby, I don’t have a condom on.”
She gulped in air. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too.” He pushed her hair out of her eyes. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’m sure, Con. Make love to me. Here. Now.”
He swore and kissed her, his hands moving to her hips and setting a mind-crippling pace. Abby kept up, her legs shaking with the exertion. He reached between them and stroked her, and she shattered, taking him along with her.
They held each other until the gentle sway of the water pulled them in toward shore. She wrung out her dress the best she could while Connor dragged on his shorts, slipped her thong into his pocket, and swept her into his arms.
She laughed. “What are you doing?”
He started toward the boardwalk. “Carrying you. You’re going to need energy when we get to your place…and do this again.”
She hugged him tight all the way to her apartment, where he made good on that promise and made love to her until they both fell asleep a little before sunrise.
