Page 91 of Rush

“So!” My eyes nearly bug out of my head. “I don’t want a stranger seeing me naked.”

“You’re not naked. Yet.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Over you? Seems so. And relax, babe.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “No one comes in here during the day. The pool hardly gets used during the week, except by me.” His hands come around to my ass, hitching me up higher, just where he wants me. “I want to make up with you.”

He pushes his hips into me, his hard cock pressing right against that sweet spot, and I have to bite back a moan.

“I thought we’d already made up.” Despite my vocal reservations, I still wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“I want to make up properly,” he says and then kisses me.

A deep, hot, sexy kiss has me moaning into his mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he groans.

It was only one night, but I missed him, too. It scares me just how much.

His hand moves down my ass, cupping me from behind. He shoves my panties aside and pushes a finger inside me.

I sigh in pleasure, my head falling back against the edge of the pool.

He hoists me higher, so my chest is out of the water. Then, he pushes my top up, yanking down the cup of my bra, and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.

A bolt of lust shoots through me. I grind my clit against his stomach, needing him.

He sucks the water off my breast, finger-fucking me.

“I want you,” I pant, not caring where we are now.

We could have an audience, and I wouldn’t stop.

I push his swim shorts down his hips, using my feet to lever them down, freeing his cock.

He kisses back up to my mouth, lowering me down to his cock. He shoves my panties aside and then thrusts up until he’s sheathed to the hilt.

My screams echo around the room.

He’s deep. So very deep inside me.

“Hush,” he admonishes throatily, teeth biting down on my bottom lip. “You will bring people in, making noise like that. Don’t make me gag you.” Mischievous eyes lift to mine, sparkling with heat and lust.

I wind my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and give it a tug. “Fuck you,” I say.

He chuckles. “There’s my dirty girl.” He pulls his cock out, and in one swift move, he slams it all the way back in.

I bite my lip to stop from screaming again.

“That’s it,” he croons, teeth biting along my jaw and up to my mouth. He takes it in a deep kiss. “Take what I have to give you, baby.”

One hand tangled in my hair, the other holding my ass, he fucks me hard and desperately, like it’s been a month, not a little over a day since he was last inside me.

“No more fighting,” he groans.

“Not unless we get to make up like this.”

He chuckles low and deep, the sound rippling through me, like the water surrounding me.