Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Alex pushes the strands back and then pierces me with his gaze.
“Kiss me,” I say boldly, my heart thumping.
Did those two words just come from me? From the wallflower? From the woman who got dumped for a stripper?
Alex smiles and touches his lips to mine, gently at first, but then…
His slides his tongue between my open lips and the kiss becomes something more.
Something raw…feral.
And I’m lost.
Lost in a sea of sensation as the water drifts away from the shore, leaving us exposed. I melt into the kiss, losing all thought, until he breaks it and sucks in a deep breath.
He trails his lips from my cheek to my ear. “Saltwater kisses,” he whispers. “Salty and sweet. Fucking delicious.”
A moan vibrates from me, and all I want is Alex—his mouth back on mine, his hands all over my flesh, his cock inside me, taking me…
“Please…” I whisper.
“Please what?” He nips my earlobe.
“Here. Now. Please.”
“You sure?” he groans.
“God, yes.”
I don’t care about this expensive dress that I don’t like anyway. I don’t care about the sand that may get into places it shouldn’t. I only want Alex, the writer with a quick wit and a sultry smile. He’s the opposite of Leroy, and I’m curious. So curious.
“Fuck…” he growls. He kisses me again, our tongues tangling as he slides his hands to cup my still-covered breasts.
My flesh tingles, and I want to touch every part of him. I want him to touch every part of me.
He glides his hands to my shoulders and slowly moves the straps of my dress until I’m bared.
“Oh, God,” he groans as he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his lips.
He licks, sucks, tugs, and I thread my fingers though his thick wet hair, leaning backward until I’m lying on the soft damp sand, my body on fire with desire.
He slips his hand under my dress and between my legs, underneath my thong, and—
“Ah!” I cry out when he slides one long finger inside me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he rasps against my nipple. “So slick and sweet. I bet your pussy tastes as sweet as your kisses, Sienna.”
“Alex…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please. I want you…”
“God. I want you too. So fucking much.” He pulls away from me, stands, and removes his shirt to expose his washboard abs in the moonlight. I instinctively rise as well and run my hands over his broad shoulders, hard pecs, and those amazing abs.
His erection is apparent through his damp pants, and I drop my gaze, gulping.
He tips my chin up so I’m looking into those soulful green-gold eyes. “Sienna…”
“Yeah?”
He doesn’t reply. Simply lowers my dress over my hips and around my ankles until I’m wearing only my lacy thong.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I gulp again.
“You sure about this?” he asks.
“Yeah. I get that this isn’t some kind of commitment. I’m living in the moment.”
He lowers his pants to reveal muscular thighs clad in boxer briefs. He steps out of the slacks and then picks them up, along with his shirt and my dress, and tosses them away from the water.
I reach out and cup my hand around his hard dick through his boxer briefs.
He groans. “Damn, Sienna.”
“Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Alex slides his thumbs under his waistband and slowly—achingly slowly—pulls off his underwear.
His cock springs out majestically, and he’s…
God…
Ginger was right.
Big dick energy. Somehow she sensed it in the writer who all night has seemed shy, reserved, yet thoroughly confident.
And fuck me…
He’s huge.
Bigger than Leroy even, and Leroy was massive.
I want to fall to my knees and worship his cock. It’s that amazing. But before I do, he opens his palm, holding a foil-wrapped condom that he must have snagged from his pants pocket before he tossed them aside.
“Oh,” I say.
“It’s up to you. I know Evangeline made sure we’re all clean and you ladies are on birth control. But still, it’s your call, Sienna. I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
Way to kill the moment.
“I hate condoms, Alex.”
He smiles. “Thank God. So do I.” He pulls me to him in another crushing kiss, the condom falling onto the wet sand with a soft thud.
I touch his cheek, scrape my fingertips against his stubble, and then I let one hand wander to his hard cock.
He deepens the kiss with a groan that I feel more than hear, and in a flash we’re back on the sand, tangled in each other’s arms, kissing, his cock hard against my belly.
He rolls us so he’s on his back, and I’m on top, my thong the last thread between us.
“Take it off,” he commands.
I stand and get rid of it quickly, throwing it toward the pile of clothes.
“Come here,” he growls.
I obey, straddle my legs over him, and then sink onto his hardness.
“God…” I moan as I close my eyes and take every inch of him into me, easing the empty ache I’ve felt since Leroy—