She felt a little light-headed as she asked, “Do you even have your wallet?”
“No. But they don’t need to know that.”
She considered that for a second, alarm bells sounding. “Wait. Do you have anything?”
She’d told him that very first night she always kept a condom on her, but without her pack or her boots or real pants—
His voice took a low tone that told her he knew exactly what she was asking him. “I promise. I have everything we need.”
A heady tension thrummed through her, and she shifted closer, letting him slip his arm around her. The hot, wet press of his skin made her heart go into overdrive, tingles flowing inward from every place they touched.
The beach hadn’t exactly been crowded even over on the prime real estate they’d staked out for their umbrellas and blankets. As they neared the pier, the shore got rockier, the waves choppier. The place more deserted.
Perfect.
She cast a glance over her shoulder as they fell beneath the shadow of the structure. The rest of their group was far enough off that she couldn’t tell if they were looking or not, but even if they were, she doubted they could see. None of the strangers on the beach paid them any mind.
And it was a good thing, too. They’d barely passed the first pylon before Adam was tugging her along behind it, slamming her back against the wood.
“Don’t you want—” She gestured farther into the cover the pier provided.
“You. I just want you.” With that, he captured her lips and stole her breath.
She’d thought their kisses out in the water had been building toward something, but she’d had no idea they were building toward this. Those embraces had been all slow sensuality and the warmth of contact, out where anyone could see.
They were still only barely hidden, but these were kisses of a different kind, harsh and impatient. He must’ve been keyed up as hell for the dam to break so spectacularly, now they were alone.
It didn’t take her long to catch up.
His hands seemed to be everywhere, tugging at the sodden fabric of her top, kneading her breasts through the cotton and plucking at her nipple ring, coaxing the peaks into stiff, aching points. She groaned aloud as he hoisted her up. He pinned her with his hips and kissed his way down her throat, probably leaving marks. All she could do was wrap her legs around his hips and hold on.
“Jesus.” She got her hands into his hair and thumped her head against the wooden post behind her.
“You have no idea.” His teeth bit into her collarbone. “Seeing you out there, getting to kiss you in front of everyone. Showing you off.”
It was male pride at its worst, and damn, fuck, she loved it in a way she’d never thought she ever would.
She closed her eyes. “Yeah, because I’m such a prize.”
“You are.” His fingers fumbled with the drawstring of her trunks, the ridiculous, shapeless things she’d worn because she was too stubborn to let her colleagues see her bikini line.
“I look like a lesbian.” She raked her nails across the nape of his neck as he snuck a hand between them, a sudden pressure exactly where she needed it, almost too intense. She sucked in a gasp before biting out, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
He lifted his head, gaze fierce. “You look so fucking sexy I wanted to take you on the beach and in the water. In front of all our friends.”
She hadn’t doubted his sincerity before. But the way he said it now, his voice rasping, hands clutching, the evidence of just how hard he was for her pressed against the hollow of her hip…
Something that had been coiled so tightly inside of her unfurled. Blossoming.
How long had she said she didn’t care what anybody thought of her? It hadn’t been a lie, but the acceptance in his voice cracked her open. Made that lack of caring into something new.
Made her free.
With a sharp tug at his hair, she hauled him up to her. His mouth was hotter than the day or the air or even the sun, his tongue a soft, slick caress between her lips, probing inside the way she wanted him inside. With his hand in her trunks, he slipped his fingers up and down her slit, nudging at her clit only to slide back to her opening, blunt pressure there to spread her wetness around.
“God, stop teasing me.”
“It’s called foreplay.”
“Overrated.” It was such a lie, but she didn’t care. “Come on.” She bit her way to his ear. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” She looked around them at the ocean just past their feet. Listened to the sounds of people walking above them on the pier. “Here? Where anyone could see?”
He made a noise that sounded like it’d been punched out of his chest. He tapped her thigh in warning so she could get her feet underneath her before he set her down. Then it was a mad scramble, her getting the trunks the rest of the way unfastened and shoved off her hips. For the first time, she regretted not wearing a normal bathing suit, the skimpy kinds of bottoms a girl could push to the side.
Adam took a more optimistic view. “Not that I don’t love your boots…” He’d fished a condom from wherever it’d been hidden in his suit and tore it open with his teeth. “But damn it’s nice not having to stop to get you out of them.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
The trunks landed on the sand with a damp splat, and that was all the time she got before he had her up against the beam again. He pulled himself out of his own suit, giving his length a couple of rough, quick strokes before rolling the condom on.
And then he was lifting her, pressing her spine to the wood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her ankles at his ass. With one hand, he held her up, while with the other he guided himself, putting the head of his cock right against her cunt, gliding it through her liquid. Still being so goddamn careful.
She kicked him, trying to force him to move.
His gaze met hers and he asked, “You sure?”
“I swear to God—”
Whatever threat she’d been about to pull out died in her lungs as he finally, finally thrust forward. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sudden stretch. The rough pleasure of being filled the way she needed to.
He buried his forehead against her shoulder, his big body tremoring. She was just this side of wet enough and open enough, but that made it all the better. The rough, tight fit that felt like it had brought him to his knees. Stroking her hands up and down his spine, she murmured encouragement against his ear. Little filthy things about how good he felt inside her, how strong his hands were on her flesh as he held her up, supported her. Fucked her. “Come on, baby,” she breathed. “Doesn’t it feel nice?”
He gave another shiver before lifting his head. The dampness on his skin was his sweat and the sea, and his eyes burned. “You feel incredible.”
He drew back only to slide right in again, the whole movement easier this time, slicker, and she moaned. A half dozen or so strokes, and a slight shift of his hips shot sparks up and down her spine, grinding his pubic bone against her clit.
She arched forward to meet his thrust, chasing that pleasure, raking her nails over his flesh. “Fuck. Do that again.”
“This?” He pressed into her harder, and the sparks turned into flames.
“Yeah, God.” She squeezed the nape of his neck, rocking into the shallow movements of his body into hers, riding the tide as they sped and lengthened. She tightened her thighs around his waist. “Come on,” she urged. No foreplay, and she was already spinning out of control; she just needed a little more, a little harder. She whined and tugged at his hair.
He made a grunting sound that went straight to her clit. The hand that wasn’t on her ass slammed into the wood above her head. He shifted his stance.
And with that, he started to fuck her in earnest.
It was exactly what she had been waiting for. Sure, she liked to be the one on top in general, but his strength intoxicated her, and she’d already given up so much. What was a little more? She was at his mercy like this, pinned by his hips and held in place. Taken.