“We can stop. No one has to know that you kissed me. You could still go back to Wes. But, if you do this, he will never take you back,” I warn.
I’ve seen it before, and as much as I thought I wanted to destroy her, I was wrong. I don’t want to hurt her. I care too much about her, which is strange, especially since I have never slept with her.
“Don’t ever stop. I need this. I don’t want Wes. I want you even if only for one night.”
I pull her bottom lip into my mouth, bringing her lips back to mine. Her hands go back around my neck, and my hands rub against her bare back, running over her smooth skin, as we kiss. Each kiss, our tongues dive deeper into each other’s mouth, showing how desperate we are for each other.
Without thinking, I begin to undo the zipper that starts around her waist. I slowly unzip it until my hand can slip beneath the lace fabric. My hand slides over her ass, and I find the same lace material covering it.
Sloane starts tugging at my shirt, running her hand over my abs and up my chest. I love the feel of her soft hands so firm against me, demanding what she wants. I’ve never had a woman so clearly tell me what she wants without even saying a word.
She wants me to take her here, on the beach.
The wind picks up, and salt water and sand brush over us. And I’m reminded why I never fuck women on the beach.
“My car is”—I kiss her soft, luscious lips—“just”—she kisses me, stopping me from speaking—“over—”
Sloane shuts me up again with her kisses. I don’t give a fuck that rough seashells are poking into my ass as she rides me. I don’t care that we are going to get salt water in our eyes as I fuck her. I won’t be able to close my eyes for a second because I would hate to miss even a moment with her. I don’t give a shit that I’m going to find sand for days to come in places that I don’t even want to think about.
I’m going to fuck her here, on the beach, where anyone could see us, because I can’t help but give her everything she wants and give myself exactly what I want as well. Because I’ve never wanted anything more than this completely unpredictable, self-sufficient, beautiful woman.
“I want to strip you naked, but I couldn’t stand it if anyone else got to see you naked on the beach,” I say.
She lifts up the hem of her dress and jerks it over her head, revealing her black lace bra and underwear that she somehow hid under the white material of her dress, like the devil she hides underneath her angel facade. My eyes widen from the shock of what she just did and how perfect her body is. How her breasts overflow from her bra, begging me to touch them.
“No one comes to this beach. And it doesn’t matter if anyone does. I’m not going to last long enough for them to get much of a show anyway.”
She kisses me again, and I forget that we are on a public beach and that anyone could see her. I no longer fucking care.
“Plus, I’m not ashamed of my body. I know I look hot, naked or not.”
I bite her bottom lip again. “I couldn’t agree more.”
She grabs my dick from beneath my shorts and underwear, and I cry out like a fucking girl. I didn’t even realize she had found a way through the fabric of my shorts. Her kisses and body are so fucking fantastic that I can’t even realize anything else that is going on in the world. I blame it on the fact that all my blood is now pooled in my dick instead of my brain.
Still, I can’t have her completely exposed if someone decides to come looking. So, I roll us over in the sand until she’s on the bottom, and I’m on top.
“Can’t handle a woman in control?” she asks, her eyes full of lust and her lips plump from all the kissing.
I chuckle. “Oh, I would love to see you take control and ride me. I don’t think there is anything I want more. But there is no way I’m letting anyone have a chance at seeing you naked. I want to be the only one. I’m too controlling about things that are mine.”
“I don’t like to be claimed. I’m not anyone’s.”
I roughly kiss her until she is purring a little bit in her throat. And, when I stop, she has a blank look on her face, which makes my grin wider.
“Well, I’m very much up to the challenge of making you mine.”
I kiss her again as she pushes down my shorts when I realize…
“Shit.”
“What?” She curiously looks at me and then around the beach, assuming I spotted someone looking at us.
As I look at her, I scowl at my unpreparedness. “I don’t have a condom.”
She grins and then lets out a small chuckle before reaching into her bra and pulling out a gold little square that contains a condom.