Last Name - Dr. Rebecca Sharp Page 0,32

as my fingers found her breast. Her small inhale of need pulled air from my lungs as I cupped and molded the weight in my grasp. She was silk and sex against my fingertips. Soft and heady, and I couldn’t get enough.

“James…” she pleaded my name, her hips beginning a needy rock against the straining length of my cock.

My teeth sunk into her lower lip, sucking the plump flesh into my mouth hard as my fingers tugged at the ties lacing up the front of her suit.

I needed to feel her flesh. Skin to skin.

Truth to truth.

I needed to bury myself inside her.

A groan of success tore from my mouth as the material gave way and I yanked it to the side, her perfect plump tit popping free.

Panting, I slid my lips from hers, trailing a march of nips and kisses along her jaw to the side of her neck. My eyes opened only what was necessary to see my palm cup over her breast, the rose-pink tip budded eagerly between my splayed fingers.

“So perfect,” I rasped against the racing beat of her pulse.

Carrie cried out as my thumb rolled over her nipple. Once. Twice. Her head dropped back as she arched into my hand, restraint slipping from her grasp like betting chips on a losing hand.

I fought against the angry throb of my cock and focused on her. The heat from her skin. The swollen softness plump in my hand. The small cries and whimpers I elicited each time I tugged and toyed with her sensitive, reddened nipple.

“Every night I dream of your breasts, gorgeous. Every night since Vegas, I only dream of you.”

I tried to ignore the tightness in my balls and the ache to come, feeling her desire soak through her suit and mine, the warm wetness begging for my cock to be inside her.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” I rasped, sliding my hand that had been buried in her hair down to splay across her neck.

My grip wasn’t tight, or threatening, but it was present. It was sitting firmly over the front of her throat.

“James…”

I began to grind my cock against her, dragging the length along her slit, the friction pushing her suit aside leaving only a single barrier between us.

Her breaths faltered, and I knew my words had pushed her close to the edge. Her skin was coated with a layer of goosebumps and her body bowed, digging her shoulders and head into the wood siding in order to push herself harder against me.

She was magnificent.

Fearless.

Exquisite.

God, I just wanted the chance to prove to her this didn’t have to be the end of us. I wanted the chance to prove to her I would treat her right.

I wanted the chance to show her that the idea of sharing my last name wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“Oh, God…” Her head thrashed.

“Come for me, Carrie,” I demanded as I ducked my head and tugged her pebbled nipple between my teeth, ripping her climax from her body as I sucked the firm velvet peak deep into my mouth.

Her cry echoed in the empty forest as she quaked and climaxed against me.

Her fingers dug into my back and her whole body flushed underneath me. It took everything in me to fight the urge to come all over my shorts as the rush of her orgasm flooded between us and seeped through my suit, searing my cock.

For several moments, our heavy pants were indistinguishable from the sounds of the shore.

I watched as her eyes flitted open, the expressive colors of her climax washing over her face like the most beautiful sunrise of sensations.

“Car—”

“James!” I tensed. “James, where are you?”

The sound of Lynn’s voice calling for me was worse than a bucket of ice water over my head—worse because it didn’t just hurt me, it froze whatever had just been allowed to start blooming again between Carrie and me.

Her gaze grew shadowed with regret. “James, this was a mistake.”

Her leg dropped down to the ground and her cheeks pinkened as she adjusted her swimsuit back into place.

A low growl slipped from my lips and with my hand that was still resting possessively on her throat, I used my thumb to tip her chin back up in order to claim her gaze.

“Making my wife come is never a fucking mistake,” I swore with a savage softness.

Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath. “James, I’m not—”

“Oh, but you are,” I cut her off, moving my lips to the shell of her ear. “And