Page 89 of Gravity

“That’s what meds, sea air and a hyperactive daughter does to you.”

“Heard that, asshole,” Nora says to Wade, coming back to kiss Pete on the head. “You boys wouldn’t want me any other way.”

“Quieter would be good,” Wade quips.

She gasps, throwing a towel at him. “A little harsh.”

“But necessary.”

I chuckle. “When you two have finished. Are you ready, Shortcake?”

“Starving.”

The wicked look in her eyes sends all the right signals to my pelvis. The need to get her on my own so I can devour her mouth and body is immense.

When we are finally alone, I waste no time in gripping the back of her neck and pulling her against me, crashing my mouth to hers and kissing the absolute shit out of her. It’s fast, it’s hungry and it drives me fucking wild with the moans that seep from the back of her throat.

“Oh wow. That kiss tells me you’ve missed me,” she pants.

“That kiss was just the start.”

“And as eager as I am. There’re still people around.”

“Has the heat got to you that much that you forgot I kissed you this morning?”

“No, but that was a little different to what you apparently have planned.”

I trail my hands down her hot-toffee hair. “You getting all chicken shit on me?”

She pulls away, and that devilish look is back on her face. “No. I just hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for. Indecent exposure is not a good thing to have against our names.”

“But the sun is setting soon and there are not that many people in the water. We won’t get caught if we’re under the pier.”

“Maybe.” Lifting her hands behind her neck, she unties the straps of her bikini top for it to fall down and expose her breasts. “Maybe not.”

Before I have a chance to say or do anything, a wicked grin flashes across her face and she shouts, ‘Catch me,’ before she bolts, heading toward the pier with her arms flying high and her laughter once again filling the air.

“Fuck me,” I laugh to myself, letting her have her fun and freedom before I sprint on the sand to catch up. The closer I get to her, the further toward the water she runs, her hair and the straps to her swimsuit riding the wind behind her.

She screams when I grab her by the waist, a deep belly laugh that hits my ears as I lift her, spinning her around for her to wrap her legs around my waist.

“Have I ever told you that you’re a fucking tease.”

“Many times, but I fear you enjoy it, Mr. Bennett, and you keep letting me get away with it without punishment.”

Taking a few steps out so the water hits my waist, I turn and head to the pier. Her eyes are now locked on mine like she’s missed staring at them all day.

“Maybe I need to change that.”

“Oh really, and what would your retribution be? You can’t say no sex because your dick is currently expressing himself very well down there.”

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck you harder while I think of something.”

“I already like the sound of that.”

She gasps when her back hits the wooden pillar of the pier, that little pulse in the dip of her neck now racing as the water flaps around us. Her blue eyes burn into mine; her hard nipples tease my chest as her lips part when I grind my erection against her. Lifting my hand from the water, I trace my fingertips over her lips before descending down her throat and between her breasts, our breaths bouncing off each other, our lips almost touching.

“I don’t think you realize just how insatiable I truly am when it comes to you.”