Unbreakable (City Lights, #2)(92)

Don’t do this! She’s using you to get back at Drew. It’s not you she cares about, it’s not you she wants.

But she did. It was there in her eyes, in the breathy little noises of desire she released into my mouth as we kissed. She straddled me, her bare breasts pressing against my chest and her hips rolling against mine. Only two thin pieces of material—my suit and hers—separated us, and she ground hard against my aching erection. And if I suspected all of that was an act, I had only to touch her to know it wasn’t.

No woman responded to me the way she did. My hands went everywhere, and though the water was hot, she shivered and writhed and trembled at every touch. My hands surged back into her hair. She moaned as I pulled, exposing her long white throat to me. I swirled my tongue along the soft skin, wet with chlorine water but still delicious.

More warnings, my own self-preservation’s last gasp...She’s been deprived. She’s using you for her own pleasure...

Maybe. But just then, I couldn’t give a damn if she paid me after. I wanted her. More than that, my heart ached for her more strongly than I was willing to admit, stronger even than the lust that coursed through me—as impossible as that seemed—if only I had the courage to speak the words.

“Tell me,” Alex said between our rough, biting kisses. “Tell me what to do.”

My hand was on one full breast, kneading it. I ran the ball of my thumb over the hard nipple. The recklessness was taking over, fueled by lust, hers and mine.

“Give it to me,” I said.

She clutched my neck and rose up out of the water so I could suck and lick and bite. And I did, cherishing her every mewl of pleasure as a victory against my enemy: her fiancé, who was stupid enough to neglect her instead of worship her.

I would. Every night.

“Ah, god…” Alex cried, her back arched to give me more, as much as I wanted.

And I wanted her. All of her. Right now.

“Get out.” Despite the harshness of my tone, she knew what I wanted. She climbed gracefully out of the water and faced me, waiting.

Her glorious body, honed by years of yoga and spas and pampering…she stood before me, dripping wet and with plumes of steam curling off her porcelain skin as if she were burning from within. Only the bottom half of her skimpy string bikini remained to cover her.

I got out too, swung my legs over the side, but sat on the edge, with elbows on my knees to conceal just how badly I wanted her. I made a motion at her suit. “Take it off.”

Her fingers went immediately to the little bows at her hips. One quick pull of each, and the bikini slipped off, revealing everything. She was waxed and groomed, naked and stunning, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. Mine, completely. This beautiful, smart, sexy woman was waiting for me, wanting me. For the first time in my life, I felt rich.

“Now lie down,” I said with more bravado than I felt. I thrust my chin at the wooden chaise lounge chair with its thick, coarse cushions. “Lie down…” I swallowed, “…and spread your legs for me.”

I couldn’t believe I’d said that, couldn’t believe she was obeying. But that was part of what made her so goddamned magnificent. She’d tell me to f*ck off in a heartbeat if she didn’t like it, didn’t want it. That was the game. One word from her and it all ended—that was her power. That the last she thing she wanted was an end—that was mine.

Alex lay back on the chair—it sat parallel to me, in profile—and her gaze never left me. Her tongue ran along her lower lip, watching me watch her, seductive but eager too as her knees fell apart. “I’m ready for you, Cory.”

Dear God…

I jumped down from the edge and tore off my bathing suit. It slapped wetly on the patio cement as I raced toward her, desperate for her. I intended to possess her immediately, but the sight of her, exposed and wet and so very beautiful literally brought me to my knees.

I knelt at the foot of the lounger and delved between her thighs, putting my mouth immediately on her most sensitive flesh, intent on giving her as much pleasure as she could take. She cried out and arched her back, pressing herself into me as I licked and sucked the sweetness of her.

“Yes, oh god, yes…Yes.”

Her hips bucked beneath me but I held on, probing deep, remembering it had been ages since anyone had touched her like this. She writhed and moaned, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there until I felt her climax course through her like an electric current. Another victory.

Alex shuddered and settled back onto the lounge, panting hard, one word falling from her lips. “More.”

Now I surged forward, over her, drove inside her in one smooth motion, and she enveloped me, took all of me into the soft heat of her body with a breathy cry of pleasure before dragging my mouth to hers to kiss me as if she were trying to devour me.

I had to take a moment to master myself so that I didn’t empty into her on the first thrust like an overeager virgin. But she nearly undid me when she wrapped her legs around my waist and tilted her hips, taking me deeper when I thought I was already buried to the hilt.

“Hard…” she breathed. “Nothing gentle. Nothing sweet.”

I regained control, but only barely, moving slowly despite her whispered entreaties, despite her nails on my back and the rise and fall of her hips, which conspired to drive me over the edge.