Last Name - Dr. Rebecca Sharp Page 0,43
hold me back.
Just like that night when I decided to go with him—to continue the scavenger hunt regardless what the others were doing, to invite him back to my room at the end of it—I made this choice with the same fervent and regret-free enthusiasm.
This was what I wanted.
He was what I wanted, first and foremost.
Later, we’d figure out the whole boss situation. Later, we’d figure out the whole marriage deal. Later…
I moaned against his mouth, our clothes, wet from the waterfall mist, clung to us like soaked armor. And I wanted it gone.
As if reading my thoughts, I felt the firm grip of his fingers underneath my shirt, branding the skin of my sides as he peeled the sopping fabric from my body. As soon as my hands were free, I did the same, tossing his soaked shirt on top of mine.
“James…” I moaned his name, running my hands up and over the hard muscles of his shoulders and chest, exploring every inch I’d been dreaming of for weeks, every inch that I’d restrained myself from touching by the beach.
He was all man and muscle, his earthy scent latching in my nose like a humid spice that made all my cells stand on end.
With a growl, his teeth closed on my lower lip as my legs wrapped around his waist, putting us back in the same position we’d been in at the falls.
I arched against him, my body in turmoil. My skin coated in cool water yet burning from the inside. My core clenched with urgent need feeling the hard ridge of him against me.
The groan that escaped his lips, rumbling against mine, sent a rush of heat flooding my pussy, making my already wet clothes slick and slippery as they moved between us.
His hips rocked into mine, sending me back against the door with a thud that grew more insistent—as though my orgasm knocked impatiently on the other side, begging for permission to be let in.
“Fuck, I want to savor your tits,” he said with a rough voice, reaching behind me and flicking open the clasp to my bra.
I shuddered as the support released the swollen weights of my breasts a second before the damp fabric was removed completely, baring me to his gaze.
I hardly registered my small cry as James hoisted me up higher, as though I weighed nothing, and brought my chest to his face.
“Every night, Carrie. Every night these tits…” My nipples pulled tighter under the heat of his stare. “In that dress. In that fucking bathing suit… God, I loved that bathing suit even though it tortured the hell out of me.”
“I got that,” I breathed out, adding, “When you bought me three more.”
With a growl, his head dipped forward and pulled one sensitive tip between his teeth, making me whimper as my back bowed.
“They’re a little big,” I murmured when his mouth released me.
Whatever else I was going to say, I swallowed down with a giant gulp as his fierce stare pinned mine.
“They’re fucking perfect.” And as if to emphasize, he slid one hand up to cup under the weight, plumping and kneading, rolling the pink tip under his thumb, allowing the sizzling effects of his torture to drift through my body like a falling firework. “God, I could worship them all day.”
My eyes drifted shut, allowing myself to imagine what a day that would be.
His mouth drifted down my neck, warm kissing melting over my skin. Pinning me to the door with his hips, he freed his hands to work over my breasts. Teasing and tugging until I felt like a prisoner held with no chains.
His tongue did this thing as it swirled around the tender bud of my nipple that shot stars in my vision and made my hips grind with what little room they had to rub myself against his erection, needing the friction to ease the ache in my sex.
“James…” I pleaded as his fingers plucked at my other nipple.
He tortured my breasts with pleasure, turning them into a switchboard of need that circuited to parts of my body I didn’t know existed—parts that threatened to disintegrate if I didn’t find release soon.
My fingers speared through the thick golden-brown mass of hair, pulling him tighter, urging him to take more of my flesh inside the delicious heat of his mouth until my senses were pulled so taut I thought my body would short-circuit its ability to breathe.
With a whimper, I tugged back, forcing him away from his feast.
My nipple