Page 50 of Stolen Summer
He jerked back, eyes churning like the storm we’d endured days ago together.
My tongue flicked out, tasting his blood.
Those savage eyes raked over my face, inching down to my lips where they lingered for a moment before moving lower still. My nipples hardened with the quick rise and fall of my breaths.
Why am I not moving away? What am I waiting for? What do I want from him?
Even as the questions dashed through my mind, I knew.
Lifting on my toes, I closed the distance between us again, sealing my lips to his. My fingers dug into his hair. I wasn’t gentle. We were as turbulent and reckless as the sea crashing around us.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The hands around my waist move to cup my ass, pressing me firmly against his undeniable erection. He captured my whimper, pushing his tongue between my lips to dance and tease with mine.
God, he’s a skillful kisser.
I loved everything about the way his mouth moved on mine, the way he tasted, the way his fingers gripped me, and the hard length of him straining against his shorts.
This tense, achy hot feeling vibrated between us. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want him.
And yet…
Right now, he was all I fucking wanted.
I moved my hips, rubbing against him.
“Arie,” he groaned, his fingers roughly shoving at the wet material of my diner shirt, and then it was over my head, lost somewhere in the water with his phone.
The sound of my name sent a flood of warmth into my blood, chasing away the cold from my veins. “Touch me,” I demanded, nothing sweet in my command.
His gaze flicked down to my full breasts, aching to be given attention. A curl of water splashed at his back, but his eyes captured mine, and there they stayed as he glided a hand up my side and cupped the under swell of my breast. He touched me with an almost possessiveness that took me aback, and I nearly lost it when his thumb brushed over my budded nipple.
I sucked in a sharp inhale, my head falling back, and Cole took pleasure in my exposed neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping his way up my throat.
Sweet Jesus. I was moments away from ripping off my pants and riding his dick in the ocean in the middle of the day where anyone could see.
Hell, my dad could look out his window and see his daughter nearly half naked with some guy devouring her, loving every second of the pleasure he created.
One of us had to gain some sense.
I wasn’t sure it would be me.
“Wait,” I weakly nudged his chest, trying to hold this wisp of clarity before it was sucked away by the feel of his mouth on the sensitive spot I loved just under my ear. “Cole,” I murmured.
And suddenly his arms were no longer around me. His fingers no longer caressed my breasts. They fell to his sides. A glimmer of annoyance flared in his eyes, and I couldn’t figure out what I’d done.
He toyed with his lip ring, staring at me as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull me back into his arms. “You want me, Killer. Just admit it.”
Damn him. Damn that stupid lip ring.
I snorted, wrapping my arms around myself to put a barrier between us regardless of how weak, and to keep me from reaching out to him. I didn’t trust myself. “I don’t have to admit anything. Clearly, I’ve lost my fucking mind. That’s what you do to me. Make me crazy. Make me someone I’m not.”
“Or maybe I unlocked a part of yourself you didn’t know was there,” he challenged.
I stared hard at him, his words making me feel exposed and vulnerable, which i shifted lust into rage. “Get fucked, Cole.” The asshole tactic might work on most, and sure Cole might be a force to be reckoned with, but I might be his match.
Treading through the water, I left him to look for his stupid phone, stomping onto the beach, the arches of my feet sinking into the sand.