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“Jesus fucking hell,” Nolan mutters into a groan.
I’m surprised he doesn’t upend the entire table with how fast he lunges for me.
Scooping me over his shoulders, I squeal. My strawberry goes flying.
He smacks my ass—hard—and I yelp. “Nolan!”
“And here your therapist thinks you’re afraid to be punished. Clearly she doesn’t know you.”
Eyes bulging, I stutter, “Wai-wh-what?”Punished?
My cock jolts from inside my shorts. No doubt Nolan feels it, seeing as it’s pressed against his shoulder.
He grunts and throws me on the bed with a bounce.
All hesitation and carefulness from a week ago are nowhere to be found, now that my bruises have faded into a dull yellow.
Even the wound on my leg is healing.
I had to go to Medical the following day to get more surgical glue reapplied after my little dive in the ocean, along with a clean bandage. But I was able to remove that yesterday, along with finishing up my antibiotics. And the doctor said I could get it wet now that the gash is sealed and scabbed over.
So all in all, I’m as good as new.
All the better for Nolan to ravage me…
Grabbing my ankle, he drags me toward the end, and roughly pops open my fly. My shirt’s already rucked up around my chest, so I finish the job, wriggling it up off my head.
Nolan removes my flip flops, throwing them somewhere behind him. My khaki shorts and navy briefs not far behind.
He takes a step back, standing to his full height. I shiver. There’s just something about being spread out for him completely bare, while he looms over me still fully dressed, eyes scouring every inch of my exposed skin.
Biting my lip, I try not to squirm. I’ve no doubt I’m red from my cheeks down to my chest. You’d think by now, after having spent so much time naked with this man, that the effect he has on me would’ve faded some. If anything, it’s intensifying with each day. I don’t even have it in me to try and hold it back anymore. What he does to me.
My nipples tingle, hardening into rigid little buds that just beg for his fingers, his teeth.
Nolan’s tongue pokes out like he senses where my mind’s gone, swiping his bottom lip. My cock jumps against my stomach, rock-hard and weeping sticky pre-cum.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs, brows knitting like he’s in pain, or frustrated about something.
Curling my fingers into the rumpled sheets, I tip my chin forward, eyeing him through my lashes, tugging on my lip with my teeth.
He snarls, eyes narrowed with warning, but doesn’t budge, fisting his hands at his sides.
Playing difficult today, are we?I think, biting back a smirk.
It’s my favorite game to play—seeing how far I can push him before he pounces and ravages me.
A restrained Nolan, like he is now, is hot as fuck. Don’t get me wrong.
But when he snaps, and it’s all just teeth and nails and growls vibrating my skin?
Groaning, I clench my toes, giving a little thrust, hips swiveling in the air at the thought.
Yeah…Nothing tops that.
“Where are you going?” I ask when he turns suddenly, striding over to the table full of food we just abandoned. Sitting up on my forearms, I watch him with a little frown as he collects the bowl of strawberries.
Still fully clothed he climbs up on the bed, reaching over to set the bowl on the nightstand behind my head. Stretched out half over me, I wiggle, trying to get closer. His scent washes over me—clean and woodsy, mixed with the ever-present sea-salt we just can’t seem to rid ourselves of here.
