Stolen Lust (Beauty in the Stolen 1)

“I don’t have a problem with shooting girls.”

She sobers at the statement. Her gorgeous face pales. I didn’t mean it as a threat, not to her personally, but I’m not going to lie to her. What we have, this once-in-a-lifetime attraction, is too pure and perfect to spoil with untruths.

Her body is rigid under mine now, so I make her forget with my cock, aligning the head with her sexy-as-sin pussy and pushing home. The hottest little gasp falls from her lips as I part her without preamble. I drive deeper, exorcising the uncertainty and fear until we’re back at that point where only the most basic and rawest of feelings are left. Crazed, wanton need. Her inner muscles give sweetly, letting me in. She’s hot and slick and so damn wet for me.

For a moment, I only feel with my cock. The sensations assaulting me are so intense I can’t focus on any other part of my body. It feels so good it hurts. I concentrate on every inch I slide deeper, experiencing every ripple and grip of her muscles. When I’m fully sheathed, I take a moment to enjoy the connection. Goddamn. I want to live between her legs. She’s got me in the palm of her hand, my heart beating in her fist, but this is where home is for me.

“Fuck, Cas.”

I’m not lying. Her name says it all, everything I feel.

When I start moving, she wraps her legs around my ass and her arms around my neck. She clings to me, rubbing our bodies together and meeting every one of my thrusts. I fall for her more. I dote on her clinginess. I want her to consume me.

“Kiss me,” she says against my neck.

I happily oblige, fusing our mouths and tongues and every other part of our bodies. We rock together. The rhythm is easy. The pace is ours. It comes naturally, in tune. I’m so turned on I’m about to lose it, but a crucial detail stabs into my mind.

“Condom,” I say, untangling myself from her.

She sighs, a soft sound of regret that makes me want to come inside her and to hell with the consequences, but I force the rational part of me into action and climb from the bed to go through my discarded jeans on the floor. She watches as I locate the foil packet, tear it open with my teeth, and roll the condom over my shaft before straddling her.

Just to be clear, I say, “I’m clean,” and then I sink into her.

The mewling sound that tears from her chest is my reward. I pull her up and drape her legs over my thighs. In this position, I can watch her breasts and face. I can slip my hand between our bodies and give us both the advantage of the view as I play with the button that will trigger her release.

It doesn’t take us long. I let her come before I let go, filling a rubber instead of her body. A notion of loss settles in my chest at the thought, but when she sags against me and lets me hold her close, warmth fills me, living right alongside the loss. In the back of my mind, the clock is ticking, but I push away the reality, exchanging the dark realization for the euphoria of the moment.

“Come swim with me,” I say on impulse, needing to fill the hollowness with action—distraction.

She pulls away to look at my face. “Now?”

I grin. “Why not?”

“The pools close at seven.”

I cock a brow.

She laughs.

Yeah, I’m no virgin to trespassing.

Gripping her ass, I move us to the edge of the bed and stand with her in my arms. She doesn’t waste words on idle excuses like not having a bathing suit or that we may get caught. She lets me carry her to the shower where I rinse us both quickly before dressing her in the robe while I pull on my jeans, going commando.

It’s not holiday season, and it’s the middle of the week. The place is empty. We don’t run into anyone as I take her hand and pull her behind me along the paved path to the main pool.

I’m still pulling the jeans from my legs when she walks to the deep end and drops the robe. I pause. In the moonlight, she looks like a fantasy creature with her silver hair and pale complexion. The darker strip between her legs makes me hard. She extends her arms and dives gracefully. I finally manage to free the constraining clothing and go after her with everything I’ve got.

When I catch her around the waist in the middle of a lap, she gasps and swallows water. I don’t put her on her feet. I drag her legs around me and drive home. My cock parts her too fast, too deep.