Page 114 of Scarred

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” He murmurs against me.

“It’s one of my many talents.”

“What other talents do you have that I don’t know about?” He asks, kissing me behind my ear.

“I can’t give you all my secrets,” I tease.

“Then, I guess I’m just going to have to discover them on my own,” he grins, throwing me over his shoulder as I giggle against his back. “Let’s see how good you are at washing sand away.” He grabs the iPad with a sleeping Scarlett on the screen and heads toward the stairs.

“I’ve been surfing with my brother and Maverick since I could walk. I grew up on the beach. Trust me, I’m very good at washing away sand.”

“You surf too? Why am I not surprised?” he laughs, walking us past a room that looks like an entertainment area with a bar and big screen TV.

“Told you I have many talents.”

We walk through his bedroom, and I barely get a glimpse before I’m sliding down the front of his body as he slowly lowers me to the floor.

“Lucky for you, I have just as much,” he smirks, setting the iPad on the counter before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

When his tanned chest comes into view, I let my gaze wander leisurely over his tattoo and prominent muscles before meeting his burning green eyes.

His fingers slowly undo the buttons on my cover-up and slide the white material down my arms, where it pools at my feet, leaving me in my black bikini.

I feel his eyes on every inch of my skin as they trail down my body. When they finally focus on mine again, there’s no questioning the unspoken need that pulls us together.

“Luna,” he whispers hoarsely before his lips collide with mine. Our tongues meet in a rush as he steels the breath from my body, lifting me as my legs circle his waist.

In one long stride, he walks to the shower and in seconds our bodies are under a warm spray waterfalling down on both of us.

Pressing me up against the smooth white tile, his hands grip my ass hard, and I moan against his lips when I feel him hard against my center.

“If you only knew how many times I’ve jacked off to your image in this shower, picturing you just like this,” he murmurs, fingering the tie at my neck before pulling it free. The one at my back comes next as my bikini top drops to the floor.

“Fucking beautiful,” he rasps, pulling away and looking down at my soaked body up against his. Despite the heat from the water, my nipples tighten under his gaze, and when he rolls one between his fingers, I close my eyes to the desire that pools in my core.

“I need to feel you,” I whimper, rubbing against his boardshorts that I need gone.

“Greedy looks good on you,” he grins, keeping a firm grip on me with one arm as he works the ties of his boardshorts. When he pushes them down and kicks them to the side, his fingers pull at my bottom strings, ripping the fabric away from my body as I finally settle against his bare skin.

“Better?” He asks as I throb against his swollen length.

“Almost,” I moan, moving against him.

He positions himself at my opening, but keeps me firmly locked in place when I try to move down on him.

“This what you want, little moon?” He whispers in my ear. “You want my cock buried inside you?”

He presses his tip in, and my fingers curl into his hair tighter.

“Yes,” I beg. “Please, Cayden.”

“Begging looks good on you, too.” I feel him grin against my neck as he plunges deep on my next breath.

Our moans filter through the shower as my legs clamp tighter around him. My heels dig into his lower back as he settles deep inside.

“This feels right too,” he says quietly.

“I know,” I whisper. “Nothing has ever felt more right.”