Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(7)

God, I loved when she did that. It was one of my favorite things, one of many in a collection of tiny, involuntary indications that she loved me, wanted me—needed me—as much as I did her.

“Do they ache, baby?” I whispered, reaching around behind her to untie the strings of her triangle top.

“Mmhmm, God, yes,” she managed, nodding her head and pulling her hair up off her shoulders and into a messy pile on her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and a few flecks of salty moisture from the air dotted the tips of her long eyelashes.

I grabbed her other cheeks and spread them as I lifted. She gasped, and before she could finish, I slammed her back down until I was seated fully inside. Her * spasmed around me. “Yeah, Benny. Just like that. Milk my cock until I come, okay?”

“Kline. Please.”

She never took long like this, when I caught her by surprise and demanded agreement from her body. My Georgie loved the way I took control—gently teasing her with flattering demands and arousing compliments. But it had been a while since she’d ignited this quickly.

“Are you already close, baby?”

One heady moan.

I had a feeling my shy little Benny was enjoying the idea of someone seeing a lot of things they shouldn’t.

“Need me to suck on these perfect tits?” I asked, pulling the dangling fabric over her head and tossing it to the side. Her nipples pebbled, and a shiver ran through her body. I closed one in the heat of my mouth and sucked until she started to ride me on her own. Uninhibited. Desperate. She’d passed the point of waiting for me to give her what she needed.

Oh, yeah.

“That’s it, baby. Take us both there,” I whispered into the skin of her chest. She tightened around me and cried out, throwing her head back until the ends of her hair tickled the sensitive skin of my thighs and pushed me right over the edge with her.

Our breaths came out in a ragged rhythm, one following the other, until the air around us filled the capacity of our lungs.

I kissed the skin of her neck and sucked a sweet spot into the hollow at the center while she breathed out every ounce of hoarded air at once.

“You ready to play now, Benny?”

“Huh?” She laughed, blue eyes blazing through her backlit shadow. “Play now? I thought that was the play.”

“Uh-uh,” I denied. “That was me making love to my wife.”

A smile belied the shake of her head as she leaned forward and sealed her rosy lips to mine. “I love you,” she said before rubbing her nose along the line of mine.

“I know,” I whispered. “Now come gallivant in the ocean with me.”

Her nose scrunched up in denial. “You had me until in the ocean.”

I picked her up and set her on her feet before climbing to my own. “Put your bikini back on and wait for me right here. I’m going to grab some trunks, and I don’t want to f*cking lose you again,” I instructed, completely ignoring her aversion to all things sea life. She’d come around once we were in.

“Goddammit,” she grumbled under her breath, scooping up the bottom of her bathing suit as she did.

“Don’t worry, Benny. It’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed, tying the sides closed.

One gentle kiss to the corner of her lips and I pulled her to my chest. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, no worries there. I won’t be in the ocean without you, that’s for sure.”

I gave her another kiss and chuckled as I turned to run up the stairs and grab a swimsuit. When I came back, she was standing in the same spot, unfortunately un-naked, and the red-painted toes of her bare foot tapped nervously on the wood planks of the deck.

“Let’s go,” I said, spinning her around and pushing her forward with a gentle but insistent hand on her back. She paused at the edge, scanning the water for lurking creatures of terror.

“I’ll go in first,” I offered, stepping to the side and making my way down the ladder next to her. “See?” I asked, when water submerged the lower half of my body. “Nothing to worry about.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she moved to the ladder, making her way down it tentatively and tapping a toe on the sandy bottom.

“Baby,” I said through a laugh. “You can see the bottom. The water is crystal clear. What are you worried about?”

“It doesn’t matter that the water is clear! This is a game of volume, Kline, and there’s a f*cking lot of water here. Something could sneak up on me.”

“I won’t let it,” I pledged, crossing an X over my heart to seal the promise. She shook her head and worried her lip, but I pulled her off the ladder and into my arms anyway.

She wrapped her legs around my waist easily, and my hands found a comfortable home on her ass. I’d take frightened Georgia any day of the week if it meant she held on this tight.

When I started to rub at the soft flesh, she caught wind of my enjoyment. It probably had something to do with my inability to stop f*cking smiling.

“You like that I’m scared, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say I like it…” I said in an attempt to avoid ruining my perfectly crafted plan.

Her eyes narrowed, and a hand slapped at the skin of my back. “You’re right. You don’t like it. You love it!” she accused.