Sink or Swim (Beach Kingdom 3) - Page 58

It got harder to breathe while watching Andrew hammer the next nail into the wall, displaying so much restrained power it had to be a crime. Even the dark hair under his arms made her lowest muscles pull tight at the reminder of his masculinity. How he could wield it. How it had felt to have him thrusting inside of her, his hot breath in her ear, his hands pressing her knees open. How bad did she want that right now?

Really freaking bad.

Andrew positioned the second print on her wall and stepped back, the hammer dangling against his outer thigh. “Good?”

She nodded mutely and he winked at her. Again.

That wink reminded Jiya that she was supposed to be in control here. That she wanted to be. When she directed the moves they made, she felt free. Felt placed on a pedestal. And it fulfilled a deep need inside of Andrew that she wanted to own. Wanted to write her name on. She could see he wanted that, too. He watched her with hunger and anticipation and lust that overflowed from every part of him.

Jiya sat up and pulled the dress off over her head.

Andrew dropped the hammer to the ground.

“Fucking Christ. Look at you. So beautiful.”

Battling an enormous wave of need, Jiya tossed her hair back. “You have been looking.” She pointed her toe at the rise of flesh in his shorts. “All day long. Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he said raggedly. “I can’t help it.”

She exhaled unevenly. “Well you better take care of it so you can get back to work.”

Andrew’s stomach muscles knitted up tight. “Take care of it?”

“Uh huh.” Jiya rose and sauntered away from the bed, turning on a toe to gesture at where she’d been sitting. “Sit down, right there, and take care of yourself. I don’t have all day,” she finished, unable to stop herself from sounding breathless. She was. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room to prepare her for Andrew following her instructions in a manner that was both vulnerable and cocky as sin. On his way to the bed, he yanked down the waistband of his mesh shorts to free his engorged sex and gripped it in a bloodless fist. He dropped into a manspread at the edge of the bed, leaned back a little and started to masturbate himself. Roughly.

Jiya only remembered her total nudity when she fell back against the wall and encountered the cool surface along her spine. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

Exhilaration snapped in her veins. She’d made this happen. She’d done this?

Whatever happened next was her decision. All hers. And yet, it excited her to no end that Andrew had more than enough strength to capture the control back if she pushed enough.

Just enough.

Which she couldn’t. Not today.

But soon? Soon, she would push until he—

“Say it out loud, Jiya,” he rasped, his hand moving rapidly up and down his hardness. “Don’t make me guess what’s putting that look on your gorgeous fucking face.”

“I was thinking…” Heat razed her cheeks. “I was thinking you could take me, if you wanted to. You could just take what you wanted.”

“So why don’t I? Right?” Something a little depraved flashed in his eye. His hand slowed, but his grip seemed to firm and he thrust his hips up into his fist, slow, slow, slow, putting on a show for her. “Why don’t I abandon my hand for something much tighter and fuck us like we’re both dying for, huh? Why don’t I do that?”

“You like when I ask for it,” she hiccupped, trailing her fingers down her stomach and through the small patch of hair. “You like when I demand it.”

“Me. Not it. I like when you demand me. My cock, my time, my life. I want to give it all to you.” His burning attention was riveted on her wayward hand. “Does all that power make you want to finger yourself, sweetheart?”

Her nod was vigorous, unashamed, and how unbelievable was that? She was completely nude in front of Andrew—touching herself—and that same bliss she’d felt soaring among the clouds was wrapping around her middle, twisting, taking hold. “Tell me more,” she whispered. “Help me.”

Andrew was on his feet and closing the distance between them. He rested a forearm against the wall over her head and positioned his mouth above her ear. His hand continued to stroke his flesh between their bodies, but he didn’t touch her. “I gave you that rough, deep fucking in my bed, so I know you like being filled up hard. Don’t mind a little pain to get to the good stuff, do you, sweetheart?”

The back of her head rolled side to side on the wall. “I only know what I like with you.”

Was that her purring like a pouty sex kitten? Because…wow, it sounded kind of hot. Andrew seemed to think so, too, because his moan filled her ear. “That’s a good answer, Jiya. That’s a damn good answer.”

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