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Slamming my lips against hers, I give her what she wants and thrust into her, my motions relentless and frenzied as we submit to the hunger that’s built between us all day.
This is incredibly out of character for me. Normally, I don’t take risks. Not like this. I follow the rules.
But Esme’s always been the exception for me.
Our bodies are wound so tight, the past twenty-four hours of not being able to touch each other akin to torture. I’ll take my time with her later. Make sure she’s worshiped the way she deserves. But right now, I need to feel her. Need the reminder that she belongs to me, even if only in the shadows.
“Creed,” Esme whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut, mouth falling open. I know this look. Know she’s on the verge of coming undone and is trying to resist.
But I won’t let her.
“Don’t fight it.”
I bury my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her delicious scent as she digs her fingers into my back. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the night, intermingled with our lust-filled moans, all cutting over the ocean waves crashing in the distance.
“I need you to come. Need your orgasm. Need to own them all, princess.” I brace myself, picking up my rhythm. “Because you. Are. Mine,” I grunt, each word punctuated with another thrust inside her.
“Fuck!” she exclaims, and I cover her mouth, swallowing her cries of ecstasy as her body unravels around me.
I increase my rhythm, desperate for release now that she’s found hers. It only takes a few more thrusts and I lose myself in her and this moment of bliss.
“Wow,” Esme says after several moments of trying to catch her breath.
“You can say that again.” I nuzzle her neck, peppering gentle kisses that are completely at odds with the way I just fucked her. Then I pull back, carefully helping her lower her legs.
Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I retrieve a washcloth and bring it between her thighs. She arches a brow.
“Was this your intention all along, Lieutenant Lawson? Lure me out of my bed to screw my brains out?”
“No,” I answer, then pause. “Well, in a way, yes. I had hoped to have sex. Fucking you against the wall where anyone could have walked in on us wasn’t part of my plan. I just…” I shake my head, shoving the washcloth back into my pocket. Bending down, I grab her shorts and help her into them. “I can’t seem to control myself when I’m with you.” I touch my mouth to hers, the caress of her lips on mine sending another rush of desire careening through me.
“Or maybe the little general can’t control himself,” she jokes.
“Little general?”
“Well, he’s not exactly little. It’s just the code name Harriet came up with for your penis, and it kind of stuck.”
I groan, running a hand over my face. “I’m not sure I like the idea of your friend calling my penis little. Why can’t he be the warrior king? Or the pussy conqueror? Or better yet, the pussy destroyer?” I waggle my brows.
She pushes against me, playfully punching my arm. “You’re twisted.”
“Only for you.” I pull her back to me, treating her to a soft kiss. “Come on. I’ll show you the real reason I asked you to meet me.” Grabbing my backpack off the ground, I hook it onto my shoulders before linking my fingers with hers.
“And what’s that?”
“You’ll see.” I wink, leading her away from the patio and toward a tree-lined path abutting the property.
As we stroll to the background music of the ocean, I keep glancing at our joined hands, wishing we could walk like this in daylight, and in front of crowds of people.
But it’s just a fantasy. One that will never come to fruition.
Not in this life, anyway.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Esme
“Here we are,” Creed says, emerging onto the bluffs overlooking what locals call Boneyard Beach, a collection of driftwood and uprooted trees resembling an elephant graveyard.
