Page 34 of Pure Temptation

His hands were on her hips, and his cock was filling her in slow thrusts, the water setting the pace. He smiled at her, his gray-green eyes sparkling like the ocean around them, full of warmth and wonder. The sun beat its languid heat down on her shoulders as he slid in and out of her. This was heaven. It was a whole new kind of sex, not goal-oriented. Each thrust, each tightening of her legs around his hips, wasn’t just one step toward an orgasm. It was simply an exquisitely pleasurable moment. And another. And another. Floating in the warm water with Daxon’s body pressed against hers, his cock slowly moving inside her, turning her insides into liquid the way only he seemed to be able to do: each of these moments was worth the risk of whatever came in the future.

The intensity in his eyes was growing, and he opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, something serious and beautiful. Something she wasn’t sure she could keep in perspective right now, with her heart so full and free. So she pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “I think I’m done swimming now.”

He nodded against her but didn’t let her go. Kissing the top of her head, he turned and started toward the shore. The water got shallower, revealing her ass. She was left clinging to him, naked and still with his cock inside her, so she unwrapped her legs. He gave her a playful smack on her rear before easing her back into the water. Laughing, she turned around, and he placed his hands on her hips, keeping her close as they start walking toward shore.

“I can’t believe we’re still alone on this beach,” she said over her shoulder. “How long do you think that will last?”

He grinned. “We’re about to find out. What are your feelings about getting caught?”

Kendall’s heart kicked up another notch. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist, but today was all about risk, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip. “I guess I’m willing to see where this takes us.”

Daxon laughed. “I’m pretty sure I know where this will take us, with or without spectators.”

His body brushed against her as she came out of the water and walked across the beach, to the sliver of shade underneath the rocks. The soft blanket lay, waiting. Was this whole scenario going exactly as planned, the way that he seemed to plan so carefully for everything else? Or were there parts of today that were just as much a wonder to him as they were to her?

He came to a stop in front of the blanket, and she pressed her body against his for a slow, deep kiss. His skin was wet and salty from the ocean, and her fingers glided over his muscles, warm and hard and so satisfying.

She kissed his jaw, then his lips, opening for more. His tongue swept over hers, and he rocked his hips with the same thrust. If the water was about languid pleasure, this was about hunger and satisfaction. His cock was hard against her belly, and his groans were deep, resonating inside her. She dug her fingers into the muscles of his arms, testing the resistance, and he let out a deep growl as he thrust his hips hard.

“We’ve got to lie down, sweets,” he grumbled. “I’m losing my mind here. I need to lick your pussy.” She shuddered at the erotic image of watching him pleasure her.

Kendall looked up into his eyes and smiled. “I love being what you desire, hearing all the things you want to do to me.”

His eyes narrowed, sparkling with mischief, and he tickled her sides, sending her into a fit of laughter. “Good. Because it’s about to get a hell of a lot dirtier.”

They tumbled onto the blanket, a tangle of legs and arms, clumsy and yet unbearably sexy. She lay back as he propped himself over her, his hard muscles straining. He bent down and brushed his lips over hers, kissing her neck.

“I want to lick and suck and devour your body,” he rasped, moving lower. “I want you to come so long and hard and good that you never forget what it’s like when we’re together.”

She gasped in a shaky breath as his words hit her. He didn’t want her to forget him. Ever. But before that thought could gain momentum, his mouth descended on her breast, just as his fingers brushed between her legs and all rational thought left her.

“Oh God, Dax,” she cried as his teeth raked over her nipple.

He shifted lower, kissing a trail down her belly. “You can say that as much as you want.”

He rested his hands on her thighs and looked up and down her body with that intense stare he had. “I want to get you all worked up and make you feel good. But I’m not gonna let you come. I’m going to make you wait until my cock is deep inside you.” His words were like a tuning fork vibrating in her body, pitch-perfect, resonating deep inside. “Tell me now if you want the condom.”

“No, no condom.”

He swore, or at least she thought he did, because nothing fully registered after that. His mouth descended onto her clit, coaxing it, sucking it,enjoying it, like he was enjoying this just as much as she was. The building pleasure was dizzying, lighting her body on fire, turning into that molten liquid of need and want, pushing her quickly to the edge of an orgasm. Then just as her legs began to shake, he pulled back, looking down at her with a wolfish smile.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes, Dax.”

“How much?”

She gave an impatient groan. “You’re not playing fair.”

He was making her ask for it, maybe even beg for it, and he didn’t look one bit sorry. Instead, he reached between her legs, running his hand up her thigh for another burst of pleasure, coating his fingers with her wetness. Then he gave his cock a couple sharp tugs. “Don’t worry, sweets,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am going to give us both what we want.”

He lined his blunt head with her, and in one slow, insistent thrust, he pushed into her, filling her.

“You feel so good,” she whimpered as he stretched her, rubbing against her G-spot, making her body sing. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her mind registered a car engine in the distance, but she was too far gone in the haze of need to care. She dug her nails into the tight muscles of his back as his hips thrust against hers. She met each thrust, begging forharder, more.

“You gonna come with me, beautiful?” He bit out the words in a sandpaper-rough voice. “Is your pussy going to beg my cock for more? You want me to fill you up, over and over?”