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She tried to speak again, tried to form anything resembling a refusal, but whatever she reached for dissolved before it reached her tongue.
I closed the last foot between us, erasing the space as if it had never deserved to exist.
She let out a thin, incredulous laugh. “Sterling…what exactly is your plan right now?”
“Ending a hunger strike I didn’t know I was on,” I said, and then my mouth was on hers.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was everything I’d been swallowing down—want, restraint, the part of me that knew better finally breaking loose.
I licked past her lips like I was starving and she was the first thing I’d been allowed to taste in a lifetime. She opened for me instantly, and the soft, shocked, needy sound she made went straight to my cock.
I swallowed it, angled her head with my hand fisted in her wet hair, and kissed her deeper until her tongue was sliding against mine in helpless little strokes that matched the roll of her hips under the water.
Her bare breasts met my chest, and I swear the world tilted. The water left her cool to the touch, but underneath she was fire, her nipples gliding against me with every breath, each slow drag sparking through my body.
A groan tore out of me before I could stop it…the feel of her, slick and perfect, rattled straight up my spine. My palms skimmed up her torso, hungry for every inch, my thumbs brushing under the swell of her breasts as I lifted them, savoring the warm, perfect weight.
I rocked forward, helpless, pressing the aching length of my cock against the soft give of her stomach. It was just enough friction to make my vision blur at the edges.
She gasped into my mouth, and the sound alone almost ended me right there.
“Feel that?” I groaned against her lips, my hips rolling against her, letting her feel every throbbing inch. “That’s what you do to me. Every second of every day you’ve been walking around in my world, this is what you’ve done.”
She whimpered, arching into my touch.
I brushed my thumbs over her nipples in slow circles until she was shaking, then rolled them gently between my fingers and felt her whole body jerk against mine.
“These,” I told her, “have been haunting me since the second you stepped out of that car—shirt soaked through, nipples tight, looking like a sin I hadn’t earned. Every time you so much as breathed near me, I thought about getting my mouth here.”
I dipped my head and closed my mouth around one nipple, sucking deep, my tongue teasing the stiff peak until she cried out and fisted her hands in my hair. Water lapped at us as I moved to the other breast, licking and biting softly, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across the curve until she was panting my name like a plea.
“You’re flawless,” I growled against her sternum as I dragged my lips down the center of her chest. “Every inch of you. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
I walked us deeper until the water lifted her, until she floated weightless in my arms. Her back arched naturally, breasts breaking the surface like they were made to be worshipped under open sky. Sunlight poured over her, gilding her wet skin. Droplets of water clung to her lashes, and her mouth was swollen and red from mine.
“Look at you,” I breathed, my voice cracking with awe. “Look at how perfect you are.”
I hooked her thighs over my shoulders, spread her open with shaking hands, and finally put my mouth where I’d dreamed of dying.
The first slow lick tore a broken “Sterling—” from her throat. She tasted like sugar and cold spring water and something wild that went straight to my head. I licked her in long, savoring strokes, then circled her clit until she arched for me, desperate. Every sound she made bounced off the rocks and carved itself into me.
“You’re perfect here, too,” I told her between licks, my voice muffled against her. “So fucking perfect I’m ruined for anything else.”
When she came, it was fucking glorious.
Her spine arched hard, and her thighs crushed my head like she wanted to trap me there forever, my name torn out of her throat in a raw, broken scream that cracked open the air and spilled straight into my bloodstream.
That scream was the match.
Pleasure rolled up my spine. My hips jerked forward, helpless against the rush, my cock untouched and heavy as I came hard in thick pulses that spilled into the cool water while my mouth stayed locked to her, tongue working, drinking down every clench and flutter of her orgasm. The water took everything I gave, but I felt every throb like it was being wrung out of my soul.
A broken sound tore out of my mouth, muffled against her slick heat, vibrating through her as she shuddered against me.
Only then did I ease off, letting my tongue continue to savor every drop. I drank down each shudder, felt her soften and melt against me, boneless and trembling, floating in my arms like the water gods themselves had decided I’d earned the right to hold her.
I hauled her flush against me, letting her body slide down mine until her thighs hooked around my hips and squeezed, forcing my cock right where I wanted her. Her mouth found my neck, her breath coming in broken bursts that she tried and failed to swallow down. Every shiver she gave me felt like another invitation to take her right there in the water.
Somehow I was still throbbing, still wound tight and starving for her, like one word from her mouth could drag another release out of me. But I held myself back. I wrapped my arms around her, pressed my mouth to her damp hair, and let my heart hammer against her like it was desperate to climb into her body.
