Can't Fix Cupid

“Oh, shit,” she breathes.

I smile against her mouth. “This is nothing, darling. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be screaming my name.”

Despite her heady lust, she manages to snort. “What a line, Mr. Knight,” she teases. “You’d better deliver after saying something like that.”

“Oh, I’ll deliver.”

She gives me a sardonic look. “Sure you will, Mr.—”

I cut off her mocking words by instantly planting a finger inside of her. A startled moan slips out of her, but fuck. She feels so good around my finger that I can’t help but groan with her.

Her hand forgets to stroke me as I start playing with her clit while simultaneously plunging my finger in and out of her.

When her head tips back, I know that won’t do, because I want to see her face.

“Give me your mouth, Trix,” I order her.

Her head immediately snaps up, and the minute it does, my lips slam against hers in a possessive swoop.

But this is different than the frenzied kiss we shared in the elevator. This time, it feels like we have all the time in the world to taste each other. And even though that’s not true, I let myself live in the moment and believe the lie.

My tongue dips into her mouth, and she opens for me without hesitation. Her head angles to the side, taking me deeper, just as I slip a second finger into her heated depths. She moans at the added girth, but that moan goes higher pitched as I begin to stroke against that sweet spot inside of her.

“Oh...Warren…fuck.”

“That’s right, darling,” I coax against her as I start kissing my way down her throat. “I want to hear everything. Every dirty thought, every needy moan, every hurried breath. I want it all, Trix,” I tell her.

In reply, she lets out a hitched cry of rapture as I stroke her g-spot again.

I kiss my way back up to her mouth and then plunge my tongue in like I want to drink her up and swallow her whole.

Her delicate hand is still wrapped around my cock, and when my hips jerk up, she remembers this fact and starts stroking me again.

Holy shit that feels good.

When she starts writhing against me, her hips gyrating into my hand, my lips back away from her mouth to trail down her skin again. I lick my way down this time, from the column of her throat to her elegant collarbone. Her skin is salty from the seawater, but sweetened by her.

When I lick the curve of her breast, she shudders and her body tenses, and I know she’s on the cusp.

“Warren…” she pleads.

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

“I…I want…I want you to fuck me,” she blurts out, making my cock pulse in her hand, and I freeze.

“I want to make you come first,” I tell her.

She shakes her head and releases me to wrap her fingers around my wrist, to where my fingers are still moving in and out of her. Her brown eyes open to look at me. “No, I want you exactly like this, exactly right now. Because this is exactly perfect,” she breathes, her body buoyant in the water as I hold her in my arms. “And I want to come with your cock deep inside of me.”

Holy fuck.

I groan and rest my forehead against hers. “Goddamn, woman. You could make me explode with filthy words like that coming out of your pretty mouth.”

“Take me, Warren. Please.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

She shakes her head. “I’m clean, and I can’t get pregnant.”