Full Exposure (Independence Falls 1)

With her body? One hundred percent. And right here, right now, that was all he was asking for.

Eric placed his hands on her inner thighs and lowered his mouth. His tongue swept down over her entrance, exploring, tasting, before running up to her clit. Georgia closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch. It was too much. But God, the sensation . . .

He used his tongue the same way she’d touched herself on her bed. The fact that he remembered pushed past the building physical sensations, touching someplace deep inside. But Georgia forced him out, determined to keep that part of herself on the outside of the tub. His thumb pressed at her entrance, drawing small circles, teasing her.

“Oh God, Eric,” she cried out.

“You’re so close,” he said, drawing his mouth away from her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. Meeting her questioning gaze, he pushed his thumb inside. “Come for me.”

He lowered his mouth, brushing her clit again and again with his tongue. Georgia arched her back and cried out. She was right on the edge, so close . . .

Let go. Let go. Let go!

His possession, his thumb filling her, moving within her, while his mouth licked and sucked—it felt so complete. It was as if he was asking for more than she was willing to give. Through the fog of pleasure descending on her body, she knew she needed to hold some part of herself back. If she didn’t, she would shatter, breaking into pieces.

“Now, Georgia,” he demanded.

He flicked his tongue over her, and she couldn’t hold on any longer. Giving in, she clung to the waves of physical sensations, savoring her release, and refusing to let it become anything more than it was.

Finally, as if sensing the end of her climax, he drew back.

“Turn over,” he said. “Place your knees on the bench and your hands flat on the edge.”

His hands moved to her still-quivering limbs as he guided her into position. She felt the water lap against the back of her thighs. Eric’s fingers wrapped around her hips, holding her in place. His long, hard length pressed up against her. Georgia focused on the dark ocean.

Burning a path over her skin, Eric ran his palm over her backside to between her legs, shifting his hips back. She missed the connection until he slipped one finger inside her, testing her wetness.

“You’re so ready,” he murmured.

After what he’d done with his mouth, how could she be anything but ready for him? He withdrew his hand. She heard the rip of the condom wrapper, and a second later she felt his cock positioned at her entrance. In one swift move, he claimed her. Completely. Georgia closed her eyes and let go. Her doubts and worries would still be th

ere afterward. But right now, she wanted to abandon her body to the physical pleasure. Every stroke, every touch, was rough, demanding, and close to perfection.

Behind her, Eric’s movements slowed to a halt.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“We should move inside.”

“No.”

“We’re visible from the shore.”

She shook her head. “No.”

There was a fine line between mind-blowing orgasms and overwhelming emotions. If they moved inside, away from the impulsive game that had led them to this place, she might cross the line, leaving her vulnerable.

“Wait here,” he ordered. “Don’t move.”

She heard the splash of water and felt cold air replace the warm caress of his skin. She focused on what she could hear and see—the sound of his footsteps on the deck, the ocean in the distance.

The light vanished and Georgia blinked in the darkness. Lights from the surrounding condos seeped in over the large wooden divider between Eric’s unit and the neighboring homes, casting a soft glow. Her senses adjusted, focusing on the soft splash and the feel of the water shifting around her thighs as Eric reentered the tub. The darkness brought with it a sense of safety. And she held tight to that feeling.

Eric moved behind her, placing his hands on her back, running them down to her hips. He shifted, adjusting, and then he pushed inside.

“This time,” she said, “don’t stop.”

He started thrusting against her. “Wasn’t planning on it.”