Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“What?” I asked, even though I knew what. Maybe I wanted to hear him say it. But Will was out of words. He was too busy kissing the living daylights out of me. I was caught up in his magic and didn’t give two hoots about the fact that we were in public. He wanted a sinfully scorching hot kiss? He’d have it. We only stopped when we were in danger of suffocating.

“Easy, Detective. I’m feeling so hot that I’m going to break into a sweat soon.”

“Let’s swim.”

“I have a bikini, but you brought swim trunks?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes, I did. Also brought towels.” He pointed to the backpack.

“Then let’s go.”

I left my laptop and bag with the barista, whom I’d befriended since I was here so often, and after we changed in the small cabins behind the bar, we headed to the beach, laying the towels on the sand before walking toward the water.

Will slipped into his vigilante mode, peering around the beach.

“I’m doing it again,” he remarked when he caught me watching him.

“I don’t mind. I got used to it.”

He jerked his head back. “Really?”

I nodded. “It’s part of who you are, Will. It just took me some time to accept it.”

We ran toward the water, jumping in. It was cool, but not cold. I always preferred swimming at sunset anyway, after the sun had shone on the water all day, warming it up.

I swam breaststroke, and Will was by my side. I felt a slight twinge in my ovaries—like a cramp. My period hadn’t come yet. I wasn’t supposed to get it for another week, but the anticipation was killing me. I was reading into everything: was I too sleepy? Was I hungry too often? I swam faster. Whatever happened, I wasn’t alone in this. I had to remember this. But despite Will’s reassurances, I couldn’t help worrying about the impact a pregnancy would have on us.

When I grew tired, I slowed my pace.

“Water’s too deep here. Can we swim back to where I can touch the ocean floor?”

“I’m reaching it. I’ll hold you.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I wrapped myself around him the next second. Legs around his middle, arms around his neck. I was making full boob contact with his chest. And below, we had a full cock contact situation. He had a hard-on, and the length of it was pressed against my belly.

“Hey, when did this happen?” I moved a few inches up and

down, just to check I wasn’t imagining things. Nope, I wasn’t. Will was hard as all get out.

“When you were running in front of me in your tiny bikini.” He skimmed his hands from my hips to my ass, palming each cheek and fondling it.

“Will....”

“My hands are under water. No one can see what I’m doing.”

“You wouldn’t dare—” Oh, and how he dared. Before I could even finish my sentence, he slipped one hand to the front. He moved the part of the bikini covering my center to one side and stroked my entrance. I shuddered in his arms.

He strummed his fingers on my sensitive flesh, and it was all I could do not to squirm. I pushed him away because the fiend showed no signs of stopping.

“Let’s swim back,” I said.

Will smirked. “You do that. I’m going to swim on my own for a while until my hard-on goes away.”

Right. I’d feel guilty about him having blue balls, but it was his own fault entirely. Here I was, swimming innocently, and he had to go and get us both hot and bothered. He got what he deserved.

I shivered as I stepped out of the water, but the sun was still strong enough to warm me up. I peeked over my shoulder and caught Will watching me, so I made a big show of drying off, keeping my ass toward him and bending at the waist as I ran the towel down my legs.

After retrieving my bag and laptop from the barista, I sat down on the towel just as Will was coming out of the water. Lust coiled through me. He wasn’t just yummy. He was... I had no words. Hotter than sin? The very definition of sexy? No words seemed to do him justice. He advanced slowly toward me, spraying water in all directions when he ran a hand through his hair. His dark tresses were sticking out in spikes, and drops of water were trickling down his chest. His gaze was on me, intense and molten. His eyes were hooded.