Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

An appreciative male whistle came from behind her.

Jenna maneuvered to a sitting position. With her legs dangling in the water, she looked down at Colt.

“I was just admiring the view,” he said, smiling.

She kicked a foot out, splashing him in the face. He disappeared underwater. When he popped up again, he was right in front of her. He grabbed the edge of the dock on either side of her thighs and, in one fluid motion, lifted himself up.

She rotated so that she was lying on her back, legs outstretched on the dock. Colt didn’t leave her. Instead, lingering, all that bare, wet skin hovering over hers.

He used his knees to nudge hers apart and cradled himself between her thighs. With the warm summer air surrounding them, she looked up at Colt, haloed by the sun, and sighed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tracing a drop of water away from her temple with his thumb.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

She touched his bottom lip with her fingertip. He gently bit it and a small moan escaped her throat. The wooden dock was smooth and hot against her back. Water trailed from Colt’s body to hers, then finally down her sides to splatter on the planks underneath her.

Hot. Wet. Skin.

His blue eyes shimmered like the sunrays reflecting off the lake, and Jenna was getting caught up. Like always.

“Someone may see us.”

Colt smirked. “Nah. It’s just you and me.” He licked the seam of her lips.

Helpless not to return his affection, she kissed him hard.

Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed all her wet skin against his. His long, hard cock ground against her stomach, so badly she wanted him to sink it into her. The simple distance of him being outside her body was already feeling too far away.

She lifted her hips, needing more. When his cock prodded her entrance, Colt let out a defeated groan.

“I don’t have a condom out here. But…” He grinned and scooted down her body. “No sense in you having to miss out on getting a nice tan.”

Colt circled her nipple with his tongue for long, torturous moments before sucking on it.

“Colt, let’s go inside. I need you…”

“God, I love hearing that.” He gently bit at the other sensitive peak, and the fire burning in her veins surged hotter. “But you just look too good, splayed out here, wet, with the sun hitting all this pretty skin.”

He sat back on his haunches. Looking down on her, he ran his rough palms from her breasts, down her belly, and to her thighs. Jenna arched into his touch. When his hands landed on her knees, he spread them wide.

She was too turned on to care that she was in broad daylight and Colt had an unobscured view.

He stared at her for several minutes. Jenna waited for unease to settle over her, but it didn’t. Yes, she felt vulnerable, but she also felt sexy. The way Colt looked at her, like she truly was a treasure, made any insecurity fade away.

“Perfect,” he rasped, before lowering himself. He kissed her inner thigh, leisurely trailing his lips higher and higher until Jenna was a ball of nerves and about to beg him to stop teasing her.

His tongue darted out and flicked her clit. Her hands flew to his hair and she gasped his name. He rolled over her nub again and again until her back came off the dock. Without warning, he plunged his stiffened tongue inside and she couldn’t help pulling on his hair.

“Jesus, you taste so good. Could get drunk on you,” he grated, then sank inside her again.

Jenna couldn’t hold still. She felt naughty and crazed. She wanted him, needed him to be a part of her, and Colt was giving her exactly what she asked for.

“More, I need more.” She pushed at Colt’s head and he sat back, a frown plastered on his face. But it quickly faded when Jenna moved him to his back and licked his cock from base to tip.

She looked up his chest and let all her wicked thoughts radiate through her smile. “It’s your turn to lie back and take it.”

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