“For every memory you tell me, I’ll take a step back,” he bartered.
Deal. Because she needed space, or she was going to jump his bones right then and there.
“The ocean,” she started. “When we docked the first time.”
He smiled and made a motion to step back but waited for her to finish.
“I . . . we . . .”
“You pulled your bikini off and wrapped your legs around me,” he said for her.
She nodded. “The water was up to our chests.”
“You slid down on my cock, and the water moved around us.”
“You fucked me hard,” she finished, staring down the only man who made her feel weak and powerful at the same time. She couldn’t hold out, didn’t want to. She needed a release. Needed him. Just for a moment.
She grabbed his belt and yanked him back toward her, crashing her lips on his. The memory was too much. Grant being there was too much. She didn’t need to reminisce—she needed to feel him. For real. Just once, to get him out of her system. Yes. That was why she was shoving her tongue down his throat. She’d avoid him tomorrow. Because he was right—he was her husband. Technically. And she’d never been so attracted to someone in her life.
“Jesus, I’ve missed you,” he growled against her mouth.
She wanted to say she’d missed him, too. Instead, she just kissed him. Too afraid that the truth would come out if she didn’t. Which was that this was short term. Crazy. Just like they were. But she’d give in for now. Because that’s all she could do. Just give in.
She ran her hands up his chest, feeling all the hot, smooth skin and rigid muscles. She was desperate for him. Call it a dry spell or just plain hard up or that she missed him. Whatever it was, she needed Grant. He was the only one who’d ever sparked her blood like this. And right then, she didn’t want to think of her situation. Didn’t want to think of how the night had gone. Didn’t want to stress and worry. She’d deal with the fallout and avoidance and getting through the rest of the two weeks later. Right now, she needed to douse the dry spell with some sexy man.
On her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around him and clawed his back while she kissed down his neck and sucked on his chest. He felt familiar. Like she knew every square inch of his skin by memory and could draw a map with her tongue. Which she just might do . . .
She flicked her tongue out again, running over his pec, his nipple, and watching his strong heartbeat thump harder beneath the surface.
Clearly, he still loved her mouth on him.
“Oh God, baby.” The low growl boosted her confidence. She still got to him. She could hear it, feel it, in how he cupped her head and his heart beat wildly under her mouth.
She sucked his nipple and lapped at his stomach muscles as her fingers dug into his back. She’d missed his taste. His skin. His strength. So much power under her fingertips right now, and she was bold. Wanting more. Wanting to feel alive. Wanting to slake all the pent-up lust and anger and everything on him.
She yanked open his belt and shoved his pants low on his hips.
His impressive cock sprang out, and she didn’t waste a breath. She wanted to taste him. Feel him. Deep.
She hit her knees and sucked him hard. In one inhale, she took him deep into her throat.
“Fuck, baby. Oh God . . . yes.”
She loved his sounds. Him weaving his fingers in her hair while she sucked him only spurred her on. A low growl broke from him. Like an animal. Wild and savage.
Before she realized what was happening, he had her up and bent over the couch. In one fast move, he pulled her pants down just enough to bare her to him.
“I’ve been waiting so long to feel you again, and the first time I come will be inside you.”
With one big hand on her hip, he tilted her up and positioned his cock at her entrance.
“Tell me you want it,” he said.
“You know I do,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him.
His eyes were wild and fiery, like he would devour her. She loved it. He gathered her long hair in his hand and wrapped it once, twice, a third time around his fist.
“Then take it, baby,” he whispered in her ear. With a tight grip on her hair, he surged deep.