I was going to fuck this guy. And I didn’t know what to do with that. I wasn’t that girl. Even though I was famous, my whole life was followed by paparazzi and tabloids. I didn’t do random hookups no matter what the internet said. This stranger from small-town Camden was going to blow that all to hell.
Dane licked the corner of my mouth and the breath caught in my throat.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me it’s not just me feeling this pull between us.” He groaned the words into my neck.
“I want you.” My confession was whispered along the shell of his ear as I inhaled his citrusy scent. Dane’s big body tensed against mine.
His muscles bunched as he lifted me out of the water. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms twining around his neck.
Tilting his head, he looked deep into my eyes, and I struggled not to melt under the intensity. He sat me on the edge of the pool, the rough concrete scratching the backs of my bare thigh, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his hands.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. You’re consuming me, Amanda. And now, I’m going to consume you.”
Dane’s mouth laid across mine, gently, tongue slipping out to tease my lips apart. As soon as I opened for him, he drifted lower, kissing along the line of my jaw. I let my head fall back and moaned. The water from my soaked hair cascaded down my back. He felt so good. Too good. And I wanted him to drift lower.
Instead, he moved back up to my mouth, ghosting his lips across mine. I needed him closer, needed him to make good on his promise to consume me. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and tried pulling him closer, but he pulled back with a quiet laugh. His head dropped to my neck, and he nipped at my skin.
How does he feel so damn good?
Hot, wet swirls of his tongue licked along the length of my neck, stirring a heat low in my belly and up my spine. I shuddered with building arousal.
“Dane, please.”
“Please what, little spy?”
“I want more. I need more. Kiss me.”
“I am kissing you.” He continued nipping the skin at the base of my neck, and I whimpered at the tiny sting that he quickly soothed with his tongue.
I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Kiss me, right now. Kiss me like you mean it.”
Dane’s eyes flared with a bright blue flame, and he crushed his mouth to mine on a harsh groan. I eagerly opened beneath him, his tongue thrusting in to tangle with mine.
His lips were just as soft and lush as I thought they would be, and I couldn’t wait to feel them everywhere. The faintest layer of scruff on his jaw scratched at my face, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. This man was killing my brain cells one by one.
I shivered as his warm hands slid from my hips up to my breasts, his fingers teasing my hard nipples through my bikini top. I moaned into his mouth and arched my back.
Grabbing the two triangles, Dane jerked them to the side, so they framed my breasts, and pushed them together.
“So fucking beautiful.” His appreciative gaze made me feel wanted, cherished. I hadn’t felt that for a long time.
Dipping his head, he lapped at one nipple and then the other. I squirmed and whimpered, wanting more.
He ground his hips against my core, and I pushed back, increasing the delicious friction. My bikini bottoms and his boxer briefs weren’t much of a barrier, and I could feel the hardness between his legs. The very large hardness. Fuck. Everything about him was designed to drive me insane with lust.
I squealed as he bit one puckered bud before pulling it into his hot mouth with a hard suck. Reflexively, my hands tightened in his hair, and I had to force myself to loosen my grip. At this rate, he was going to be bald before I even orgasmed.