Page 96 of True Abandon

My hands wrap behind his neck as he settles his weight over me, and I rub my core against him, feeling the friction. His grip moves from my waist and under my dress settling right over the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“Touch me,” I beg, breathlessly.

He leans up and looks down at me. His brows are curved in.

“No,” he says and I can feel my heart plummeting into my stomach. His fingers halt on my skin and grip, lightly, yet with immense control, steadying me. “I want to do the right thing. This is my second chance. I need you to know how much you mean to me. I need you to see just how sorry I really am. And I need you to feel how lost I am without you.”

I pull his face toward mine. His plump lips are softened from my kisses.

“Then show me,” I breathe.

That’s all the permission he needs.

His fingers hook into the side of my bottoms and shimmy them down from side to side and places them on the rock.

With his eyes on mine, he dips two fingers inside and watches as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“What do you need?” he asks as his thumb comes up and brushes my throbbing clit. I’m pulsing and panting—a raging fire burning from within.

“You.” I pull on his arms, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he lowers his head to place open-mouth kisses all over my skin – my neck, my jaw, my breasts and my lips. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of me, his thumb running circles around my core, and mouth feathering my body has me spiraling over the edge.

He lifts his head, and I am lost in the sight of how beautiful he is. The memory of the last time we were like this is overbearing.

My skin is heated.

My core tightens.

My orgasm building.

I turn my head to the side and gasp as I spiral out of control. My hips pump, and I ride the wave as my body looses all control. And it feels magnificent.

His fingers push in further and curl, hitting the spot deep within that has me on fire. Smoke builds from my core, and I’m about to erupt.

He leans his groin into my hip, and the feeling of his hot cock burning into my skin sends me over the edge.

“Jackson,” I pant as I come hard on his hand. My arms reach up for his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto. He slows his fingers and slides them out.

His hands lower to the rock on each side of my head, hovering over me as he settles his groin between my legs. He may be clothed, but the way he grinds into me, simulating sex, has me rubbing my already throbbing clit up against him.

Together, we move in unison. My back arches off the ground.

His eyes are firm on mine as he rubs his body down and up in tantric circles. My body matches his move for move.

His arm arches behind my back as the other curls behind my head, holding me steady. Our bodies are so close, yet so far away. Still, the feeling is overwhelming. I’m sent into overdrive as a second wave ripples through me.

Like a limp doll, I’m pulled up onto his lap, so I’m straddling him.

We kiss for a moment.

We kiss for eternity.

We may be surrounded by water, but we are a fire burning hot from the ash; clinging to the embers to build to even greater heights.

His dimples are deep as he gives me a closed-mouth smile that morphs to show his perfect grin.

I brush the hair off his forehead and let out a laugh.

He quirks an eye. “Something funny?”