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His mouth roared against mine like a rogue wave slamming into the shore, our tongues eagerly tumbling together like white water. Whoa. He tasted like warm, masculine sin. Definitely not just my imagination. No, this was real in a way that went beyond anything I’d ever felt before. But then, the feelings I had for Coop went way beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
“You’re thinking too much,” he growled as he gripped my braid and pulled it back, drawing my lips harshly away from his and silencing everything but the feel of him. He kissed down my chin, then pulled my braid back another inch to bare my neck to him. Sucking hungrily, he moved his lips and tongue down, insatiable for my flesh.
I’d never had anyone who wanted me with such powerful intensity. Even my own fantasies had been lukewarm compared to this inferno. And still I spurred him faster. I tunneled my fingers through his hair, drawing him closer and pulling him in. Even his shampoo smelled wicked.
As he ran his tongue and teeth along my collarbone, I clasped my legs around him, opening my hips so our bodies could meld. His thick cock rocked right against my clit, knocking a whimper of pleasure from my lips.
A low and rough moan sounded as he glided his hand up my side. His wide thumb strummed the outer curve of my breast in silent question, as his whisper became more husky demand, “You owe me a pinch.”
Unable to find my voice to acquiesce, I leaned back onto my palms and arched my back. Coop nudged the white cotton collar of my shirt. When the gap didn’t reveal enough to please him, he gripped the edge and ripped it aside. Hearing threads snap, I sucked in a gasp. Pearl buttons skittered across the marble table. Instead of being pissed at one of my favorite blouses being ruined, I was so turned on I could scarcely see straight.
He easily released the front closure on my bra with the snap of his strong fingers.
“God, Zee,” he growled with appreciation.
His thumb stroked back and forth over my peaked nipple before he joined his forefinger with it and squeezed. Like a match being struck, my blood combusted and a throaty groan escaped my lips.
My nipple remained trapped in the vice of his fingers, while his stiffened tongue teased the captive bead mercilessly. The sharp stabs of pleasure shooting straight to my clit were more than I could take. My hips wriggled and jerked in a desperate attempt to both satiate and escape. We were grinding so hard together our breaths were already coming in pants and gasps.
His tongue kept up its hungry assault, even though my whimpers were getting loud and pained. Desperate to cling to something, I clawed for the back of his neck as I arched and came with a fraught moan peppered with girlish squeaks.
“Fuuuck,” he ground out, gasping for air along with me as our bodies stilled.
After a few shallow breaths, he laughed. His lips softened as they tracked over to my other breast. “I didn’t even get to talk to you, sweet thing,” he lamented as he dropped a kiss on my other taut nipple, setting off an aftershock.
I palmed the sides of his square jaw with both hands to urge him away from the now hypersensitive area. With a grumble, he adjusted my bra back over me and latched it closed. His eyes lifted to mine as he cupped my chin and kissed me deeply.
I ran my hand between us to help take care of his needs as well, and realized he was good. Very good if the wet spot was any indication.
“Is that so?” I teased, still breathless.
“Four years of foreplay does that,” he admitted sheepishly. “Never happened before, not even as a teen. I’d be embarrassed, but at least I lasted longer than you did.”
I laughed, swatting him. “By a second!”
“Two. Two seconds. I’ll take at least twice as long when we get to the boat, promise.”
I started to laugh, then stiffened. The boat. The dive. Leaving the island. “I can’t, Coop.”
“Can’t or won’t?” he asked, his voice a mix of disappointment and frustration.
“It’s not that simple,” I hedged, my post-orgasm brain completely abandoning me as I tried to navigate the lies which bound me here.
“Why? Truth.”
Suddenly this intimate moment had morphed into a very dangerous game of truth or dare.
A hundred reasons filed through my mind, but I couldn’t share any of them honestly. Not yet. A thousand fabricated excuses hovered on my tongue, but I didn’t want to lie to Coop anymore. Not now. I drug my lower lip through my teeth.
I’d kept him from the island because he made me long for things I couldn’t have. I’d fought my feelings for years, telling myself it was just girlish infatuation. But even from the first day, I’d known better. I’d known he would be the downfall of everything I’d worked so hard to build.
And maybe a part of me was starting to secretly long for that too.
It was only a couple of days.
Barely a few miles away.
Was it even really leaving the island if I wasn’t going to another country?
