Page 69 of Carnal Risk

He tugged at the strings on her hips and her bikini bottom drifted away. As he fucked her with his hand, she pumped her pelvis to meet him. Selby tore at his pants, dragging them down his legs. She reached for his rock-hard shaft, swiping the cold water over him as she thumbed its head.

“Now,” he demanded.

She spread her thighs as he lifted her up onto him and slammed inside her.

“Holy shit…oh my God.” His slippery cock plunged inside her. A sensation of hot and cold tingled through her core, and she screamed his name.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name because I’m the one who’s going to own your heart.”

“You do,” she admitted. More than he knew.

Selby clutched Garrett as he rocked inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping his muscled back. With his hands on the ledge, he held them afloat as he made love to her. He kissed her with a devastating passion that annihilated any last apprehension she’d held. All she could do was feel the desire and love that she’d been afraid to concede.

Thrusting into her, he forcefully grazed his pelvis against her mound, tantalizing her clit with each stroke. With her bikini top half off, she clung to him, her body on fire, her swollen breasts crushed to his chest. No longer aware of space or time, she accepted him inside her. Tasting his lips, she returned his savage kiss, marking him as her lover, her future.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Selby’s orgasm rocketed forth and she moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah, you are. That’s it, sweetheart.” He slowly retreated and deliberately thrust himself into her.

“Garrett…yes, yes, yes.”

“Never leave me again,” he told her.

“Never…just…ah…that’s it…that’s it. Garrett,” she cried as she came. Her pussy fisted him as she submitted to her release.

“Holy…ah yeah,” Garrett grunted as he spilled himself inside her.

Selby’s hips jarred against his, milking every last spasm from his cock. His forehead fell to her shoulder and she smiled, her lips pressing to his neck. Joy swept through her as she breathed in his scent. Although the cool water surrounded her, she wore the sultry heat of her lover, enveloped in his arms.

A brush of his lips to her temple brought her focus to his eyes. He gazed upon her. His intense stare reached into her soul and her heart flipped. She resisted saying the words, but fantasized about what it would be like to tell him she loved him, to break down that final emotional boundary.

Garrett removed himself from Selby, but never released her from his embrace. Cradling her, he crossed the pool, lifting her out of the water. Nude, he carried her to the round open-aired cabana bed. Its mosquito netting loosely flapped in the breeze. He laid her down gently, reached for a warm pile of folded towels and covered her body. Spooning her, he rested his head onto his hand, glancing to the ocean.

She shimmied backward until her bottom brushed his half-hard dick. A warm hand glided over her belly, resting beneath her breasts. Relaxation set in but she stilled as his lips touched her scar.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, pretending not to understand.

“This.” Garrett removed his arm from around her and trailed his forefinger down the long pale track.

“I was a kid.” Selby’s muscles tensed as he caged her with his words. Ironically, though, she knew it would set her free to tell him. The shame she’d carried. Your fault. You should have known, her mother had told her.

“We’ve all got scars, sweetheart. I don’t know what happened, but you can tell me.”

“It was my fault,” she said, continuing to gaze at the horizon.

“How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“Whatever happened can hardly be your fault. You were just a kid.” He kissed her scar, peppering her marred skin.

“I’m tired.”

“Rest, but tell me first.”

She met his request with silence and closed her eyes. She vacillated between telling him everything and running to the house. Carrying the guilt for such a long time had been a nearly impossible burden to carry.