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Our eyes meet again when he pulls his face from my neck and stares down at me with a look of fake outrage. His pupils are dilated, leaving only a small green ring around the edges that twinkles with mischief and a silent challenge. A large, strong hand drags down his jaw.
“A mood killer? Shall we see if it has the same effect when it’s rubbing the inside of your thighs?”
I flush. “You just want me to have to walk around the resort tomorrow with a beard burn.”
He cocks a brow, grinning. “And if I did?”
My thighs lift to wrap around his hips and squeeze. I can feel him hard against my stomach. “Then who am I to tell you no?”
Oakley’s eyes dilate again as something predatory slithers inside them. The heat flaring from his stare has desire pooling low in my belly.
His smirk is carnal as he grabs my thighs and detaches them from his waist, pushing them open on the bed, exposing my wet panties. Once he’s sure I’m not going to fight him by closing them, he pushes my baggy shirt up and off my body before tossing it to the corner of the room.
With a tight, rough sound of approval, he moves his way down my body. His mouth finds my chest, and his tongue slashes the swell of my right breast before moving to the left, sucking it hard enough for my back to arch.
“No marks, you caveman. I have to wear a bathing suit all week,” I plead, albeit half-heartedly. Oakley has never held back when it comes to staking his claim on me any way he can. I love that about him, and he knows it.
There’s a subtle quirk of his brow before his teeth meet my skin, nipping just hard enough to make me gasp from the sting. “It’s because you’re wearing a bathing suit all week that I have to mark you.”
With a roll of my eyes, I slip my fingers through the overgrown curls hanging in his face, pushing them back and out of the way. Green eyes claim mine at the same time he takes my hard nipple between his lips, sucking and flicking the peak with his hot tongue.
My hips roll and lift, seeking the feeling of him more and more as my underwear becomes so slick it sticks to my swollen flesh. I clutch his shoulders beneath sweaty palms and hold him against me.
His laugh vibrates against my nipple before he lets it go with a pop and grins up at me, so incredibly proud of himself for turning me into a puddle of need. I glare when he shakes his head, grinning slyly and moving down to rest between my legs.
I suck in a sharp breath the second his fingers brush my center, the touch so gentle and teasing that I swallow back a growl. “Oakley.”
“Yes, Ava?” My panties are pulled to the side, and he hisses, looking from my wet flesh up at me with dark, lustful eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head when he spreads me open for him and swipes his tongue through my wetness.
“Jesus.” His words heat my blood, bringing it to a boil. My nipples pull tight, beginning to ache without his touch, but the feeling pales in comparison to the one sparking between my hips.
“Yes,” I sigh, digging my fingers deeper into his hair, scratching at his scalp.
Oakley slides a finger inside me and sucks my clit between his lips, moaning in a way that has me jolting off the bed.
There’s a sound coming from somewhere in the room that sounds a lot like banging, but I’m far too lost in my own lustful haze to pay much attention to it. Until I hear Gracie’s voice, that is.
Hearing your boyfriend’s little sister’s voice when he has his tongue in your pussy is the equivalent of having a bucket of ice water dumped on your head.
“Open the door! Lee, I lost my room key!”
I gasp when a growl vibrates against my core seconds before Oakley leans back and wipes the back of his hand across his lips. Frustration is etched on every inch of his face, making him look older than he is.
“I’m going to kill her,” he says.
I crawl back underneath the blankets, my cheeks thumping with embarrassment.
There’s really no reason to feel embarrassed. I’m aware that we weren’t doing anything wrong, but there’s no convincing myself of that at this moment in time.
A few seconds later, I hear the door open and voices blend together.
“What do you mean you lost the second one? It’s the first night here, Gracie.”
“I didn’t mean to! I think it’s in the poo—” Gracie’s words are interrupted by a high-pitched hiccup that makes me smile. “Pool. You have the extra one, right? Give it to me.”
Oakley scoffs loudly. “Give it to you? So you can lose it again? No way. Let me get dressed so I can walk your drunk ass back to your room.”
