That Second Chance (Getting Lucky #1)(70)

I chuckle and circle her waist, not letting her get any farther away as we float in the shallow waters. “What’s wrong? You look gorgeous wet.”

She tilts her head to the side, giving me a “get real” look. “You’re just saying that so I’ll kiss you.”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “I don’t have to say things like that to get you to kiss me. I can just ask.”

“You think so?” She wraps her arms around my neck.

“Yeah.” I bring her body against mine, her legs draping around my waist. “Watch. Ren, will you kiss me?”

Like the vixen she is, she contemplates my request for a moment before she finally leans forward and presses a small kiss against my lips.

“Not good enough,” I mutter as I float us over to a large boulder near the shore, where I take a seat, the water coming up to my armpits. Ren straddles me, and I slide my hand up her back, under the strings of her bikini, pulling her close as I attack her lips, greedy and needy at the same time.

Ever since last night, I’m finding it impossible to keep my distance. Hell, when she rolled out of our tent this morning, the first thing I wanted to do was walk up to her, wrap my arms around her waist, and press a long, deep kiss to her mouth. But with Reid watching my every move, I held back.

It won’t be like that forever—just for now, while we’re still in the woods, figuring out where all this is going to lead us.

She opens her mouth to mine when I move my tongue across her lips. I dive my tongue into hers, and she meets my every stroke equally.

Hot.

Begging.

Slightly sloppy.

We don’t miss a beat as our mouths mold together.

I get lost in our kiss, in the way she feels in my arms, satisfaction washing over me with every moan she makes as my tongue tangles with hers.

The water ripples around our limbs, the birds chirp in the shady trees, and a light breeze whips past us, sounding off the wild grass surrounding the pond, but it all fades away as I let the feel of Ren’s lips take over me.

And then . . . she moves her hips.

I freeze, her center rubbing against my massively hard cock.

I pull away and give her another warning. “Ren, what did I tell you last night?”

“That you wanted me,” she answers with a smile.

“Yes, but not here.”

“Why not?” she asks, moving her hips along my length again. “We’re completely alone.”

I hiss through my teeth. “Not in a pond, Ren.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is.” She leans forward and works her lips along my jaw to the place right below my ear. She flicks her tongue along the sensitive flesh, moving her hips again.

“Christ, Ren.”

She kisses along my jaw. “Did you know that you’re not the only one turned on? The minute you took off your shirt, my arousal level shot through the roof, and with every kiss, a sharp throb shoots between my legs. I need release just like you, Griffin.”

Fuck.

In this moment, either I can choose to keep holding off, or I can finally let go of the thin rope I’ve been holding on to and, for the first time since my wife passed, truly allow myself to feel again.

With her hands wrapped behind my neck, she lowers my head to her cleavage, and I brush my lips up and down the valley of her breasts, unable to control myself, that rope getting thinner and thinner until it snaps, and I lose all willpower.

I want her.

I fucking need her.

And I show her just how much.

“Yes,” she groans when I nip at her skin.

I move my hands down her back to the hemline of her bikini bottoms. Slipping my hands under the fabric, I grab two handfuls of her ass.

“Oh God,” she moans. I encourage her hips to continue to pump against my cock as she moans and groans into my ear.

So responsive, and I’m damn glad I waited until we had more privacy; I don’t want anyone else to hear the sweet sounds coming out of this beautiful woman.

Moving her hips a little faster now, her center rubbing up and down my length, she leans her torso back, exposing her barely covered breasts to me.

I take advantage.

Leaning forward, I press my mouth along her skin, following the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hard as pebbles, I bring my mouth down, nibbling on her nipple through her bathing suit fabric.

“Oh, Griffin, yes.” Her hips slow down and start making long, languid circles as I pull and tug on her nipple, the fabric starting to annoy me. She notices and grins. “Just take it off.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I reach up, undo the tie of her top, and toss it on the rock behind me. I bring my eyes back to her breasts, and fuck, they’re beautiful—full, with dark nipples puckered and ready for my mouth.

I keep one hand on her ass, helping her dry hump me, while the other hand cups one of her breasts and brings it to my mouth. I suck, and she lets out a long, throaty moan.

I nibble, and she thrusts on me harder.

I pull, and she sighs in my arms.

She lets me play with her tits for what seems like forever, and I soak in every second of it, loving the way she grinds her hips into mine whenever I flick my tongue over the hardened nubs.

And I get lost.

Lost in the feel of her breasts against my mouth, full and soft. Lost in the feel of her hands threading through my hair, explorative and rough. And lost in the motion of her hips, greedy and hot.