That Second Chance (Getting Lucky #1)(79)

“I only speak the truth.” He brushes my hair behind my ear, his eyes searching mine.

With the ocean crashing behind us and the peaceful night air spurring on the mood, I straddle his lap before taking his head in my hands and bringing his mouth down to mine.

It’s slow at first, as I savor his gentle lips and the way he seductively kisses with just his mouth, no tongue, no hands, just his lips working mine back and forth.

It’s hypnotic.

And when his hands move up my back, slipping under my shirt and brushing my bra, an initial wave of arousal washes over me, encouraging me to do the same with my hands. I drag them down his chest, over his rigid body, to the hem of his shirt, where I pull it up and over his head in one swoop. His muscles flex under my touch, his pecs large and thick.

I run my fingers through his short chest hair, occasionally dragging my thumb over his erect nipples, and with each pass, I can feel him grow harder and harder beneath me, his breath coming in short spurts, his hands becoming greedier.

Hands moving to the front of my shirt, he lifts it up and over my head, the wind coming off the ocean cooling down the inferno raging through my body.

With a swipe of his tongue, he’s parting my mouth, and our tongues begin to dance, tangling and coiling together.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him in even closer, our bodies pressing together, the lace of my bra rubbing against his chest.

And when I press down on his erection, rocking my hips, creating a wonderful friction, he groans in my mouth and gently rolls me down onto the blanket.

He’s so sweet, so protective, even when there is a crazy amount of passion sparking between us. It’s hard not to fall for a guy who treats you like the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Reaching under me, he unclasps my bra with two fingers in a quick flick, pulling it off me.

We are on a public beach, neighbors right up the embankment sleeping soundly. Someone could catch us, and yet it doesn’t even cross my mind to cover up or to shy away. I want this, I want him, and if that means taking him on the beach in the middle of the night, I will.

His hand runs up the side of my body, past my ribs and straight to my breast, where he grips it in his large palm, massaging, squeezing, moving his fingers over my nipple a few times, stroking it with his thumb before pinching it between his fingers.

I moan, the sound of the ocean drowning out the sound of pleasure shooting through me as a second wave of arousal eclipses me.

A low throb begins between my legs, my need for Griffin growing stronger.

“Take your pants off,” I mumble between kisses.

He pauses and meets my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Very sure. I need you inside me, Griffin.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control; it’s okay.”

“Christ,” he mumbles as I start to rotate my hips against his. In one smooth motion, he pulls down his pants and boxer briefs, releasing his erection.

“Oh God,” I say as I take him in—long, thick, incredibly hard. Wanting to feel him in my palm, I reach out and circle my hand around his girth, eliciting a hiss from between his teeth. I move my hand up and down just a few inches before he stops me, his breathing very heavy, a pained look on his face.

“Listen, Ren, I’ll be honest. I’m not going to last long. I’m so goddamn hard up right now that any little touch is going to make me want to fall over the edge. So I don’t embarrass myself, I’m going to have to take charge. Can you do that? Give me control?”

I smile up at him. “I would like nothing more than to give you control.”

I lie back down and push down my yoga pants and panties, now completely naked next to him.

He takes a moment to appreciate my body, his eyes traveling over every curve and valley, his hand dragging over his mouth almost in disbelief. It’s such a turn-on that he finds me attractive, that I can have that kind of effect on such a beautiful man.

“Fuck, Ren. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.” He holds himself over me, stroking my lips with his before traveling down my body, passing over each breast with a flick of his tongue. He continues his pursuit farther down until he’s pressing his hands against my knees and spreading me wide.

“Griffin, what are you—”

His hot breath strokes my arousal just before his mouth presses against my center, his tongue parting me with one long stroke.

“Oh fuck,” I say as my eyes shoot open and both my hands fall to my sides, gripping the blanket. Never once has a man gone down on me. Feeling Griffin now has my orgasm building immediately. “Yes, God, yes, Griffin.”

He runs his tongue along my slit, taking his time, hitting every nerve, until I feel like I’m going to lose my mind, before he shortens his strokes into short flicks right against my clit.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Darts of pleasure shoot up my legs as my stomach bottoms out, and every last inch of me is focused in on this one singular feeling.

In seconds, my orgasm comes crashing down on me, my voice catching in my throat as I lift up on the blanket, a numbness floating through my body, hitting my legs, my arms, my stomach, my chest, with every last nerve ending shooting off as my clit spasms against his tongue.

“Griffin,” I mumble, my eyes fluttering closed.

Blissful, eyes closed, I barely register Griffin moving above me until I feel the head of his cock brush my thigh. I open my eyes to see the strain in his neck as he slowly moves his shaft up and along my soaked valley.