Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(74)

She raised her head and looked at him with sleepy, contented eyes. “I brought a suit. I don’t want sand and salt up my woo woo, thank you very much.”

He laughed. “Sand up the woo woo would be a tragedy indeed. Especially since I plan to spend a lot of time up that woo woo.”

Her brow crinkled. “Yeah, wouldn’t that be like screwing sandpaper?”

His entire body shook with laughter, and he smacked her on the ass. He left his hand there and glanced down to see the faint red marks still on her behind. The sight turned him on all over again.

He shifted until she was positioned underneath him on the couch. He struggled out of his shorts and tossed them to the side. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knee and was deep in her pu**y in two seconds.

This was no gentle lovemaking session. His need was urgent, and he wanted to f**k her senseless. He gripped her hips in his hands and rode her hard and deep. Her pu**y wrapped around his cock. Sucked him deeper, heated, silky. As tight as her sweet ass had been, her pu**y gripped him just as hard.

His balls drew up and tightened painfully. He elicited tiny gasps from her every time he pounded home. He ran his hands up her sides to her arms then up to her wrists. Gripping them tight, he pulled her hands above her head and held them there as he drove deep and locked himself against her.

He wanted to come inside her this time. Mark her his in the most primitive way a man can. He wanted to empty himself as deep in her as possible.

Her velvet pu**y spasmed around his cock, and to his surprise, she orgasmed. She cried out, arching her chest forward as he held her captive against the couch. The sound of her pleasure pushed him over the edge. He hammered home one more time, clenched his teeth and came deep inside her welcoming heat.

As he felt the last jerk of his cock, he collapsed onto her. He let go of her arms and curled his arms around her, gathering her closely. He was holding too tight. She probably couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but in that moment he didn’t care. He wanted her as close to him as possible.

He kissed her temple and suddenly wanted to tell her more. Wanted to make her promises he wasn’t sure he could keep but wanted to make nonetheless.

As he became aware of her struggling for breath underneath him, he pushed himself off her. His c**k slid from her body in a rush of fluid. He gazed down at her pu**y, pink and swollen from his lovemaking. His fluids glistened against her pinkness, and he felt a deep satisfaction. His. She was his.

He held his hand down to her. “Let’s go take that swim,” he said.

She slid her small hand into his, and he was struck by the trust the gesture implied. It was all there in her eyes for him to see. Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her.

He helped her up, and she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his stomach and hugging him tight. As she laid her head on his chest, he raised his arms to hug her back. He stroked a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head.

When she drew away, she looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. “Give me a few minutes to get my suit on.”

He walked to the bedroom with her and while she was putting on her bikini, he dug his swim trunks from his suitcase. When he looked back over at her, she was struggling with the strings to her top.

“Let me,” he offered as he moved over to where she was standing.

She relinquished the ties, and he secured them in a quick knot. His gaze wandered downward to the tiny scrap of material charged with covering her ass. He raised a brow as she turned around to face him.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I really doubt that thing you call a suit will keep the sand out of your woo woo.”

She grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to be very, very careful.”

He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. With reluctance he pulled away and reached for her hand. “Let’s go before I become a complete animal and f**k you senseless again.”

She blushed, but he could see the spark of desire in her eyes before she quickly looked away.

They walked out the French doors and out on the deck. The sun beamed hot on them as they walked down the wooden ramp leading to the beach.

Faith gazed out over the water as her feet hit the sand. Today the water was greener, not as muddy as it had been the first day she’d arrived. There was a sparkle to the water that was inviting.

She glanced down at Gray’s hand entwined with hers and couldn’t help the surge of happiness that filled her. With a mischievous smile, she broke free of his hand and dashed toward the water.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!”

He took off after her, and she ran shrieking into the water. Water splashed in all directions as she charged into the surf. She slowed when the waves reached her knees but continued to wade out into the warm water.

Gray caught up to her and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a yelp as he grinned evilly down at her.

“I may be a rotten egg, but you’re going to be a drowned rat.”

“You wouldn’t,” she dared.

He arched one sexy brow before tossing her into the air. She sailed several feet and landed with a splash in the deeper water. Her head went under, and she came back up, sputtering and coughing.

He was there, wrapping his arms around her. He hauled her up against him and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss. When he pulled away, she launched herself at him, knocking him over into the surf.