Page 59 of Lawless
I cup her jaw, leaning in close, so my nose brushes hers. It doesn’t matter that Harrow Creek is barely a few miles from the ocean, it was still a dream of those little girls.
My jaw ticks with irritation.
“It’s okay,” she soothes, mimicking my action.
“I want to give you it all,” I promise quietly. “Every dream you ever had.”
“You have, Mav. You’ve given me so much more than you could ever appreciate.”
“I’m going to give you more.”
“I can’t wait,” she says, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around me like a koala.
She kisses me until we’re both breathless and the temptation to lay her out on the beach becomes too much. With the water lapping around her body, I push back inside her and fuck her until her screams are hoarse.
“We should probably go shower,” I say, finally rolling off her and landing in the damp sand.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
A happy laugh tumbles from my lips.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good,” I confess, rolling onto my side and sliding my hand across her belly. Unable not to touch her.
Twisting her head, her eyes find mine. And while I know she feels the same, there is still the lingering hole that JD has left in her.
I hate it. But right now, we can’t risk doing anything about it.
It’s another half an hour before we manage to pick ourselves up and head inside, leaving sandy puddles behind us.
“I have sand in places there should never be sand,” Alana complains as she climbs the stairs in front of me, giving me an epic view of her ass.
“Worth it,” I muse, unable to ignore my own uncomfortable sand-chafing issues.
“Will you rub cream into my sore bits?” she teases, swaying her hips back and forth.
“Any day of the week, babe.”
Laughter follows us into the master bathroom and the massive walk-in shower.
Turning to face me, she throws her arms around my shoulders and reaches up on her toes.
“I love you, Maverick Murray,” she whispers. “Thank you for being crazy with me.”
“Anytime. I love you too.”
We shower like we have all the time in the world, but while we might not stop touching each other, we don’t take it any further. I think we’re both in agreement that we probably need a rest. We’re like horny teenagers now that the wall between us has been completely obliterated.
With her wearing one of my shirts, and me in nothing but a pair of boxers—at her request—we head toward the kitchen for some breakfast.
With Alana sitting at the island watching my every move with heated eyes, I grab everything I need and set about making us omelets.
I’m almost done when a loud knock rips through the cabin.
My heart jumps into my throat, and on instinct, my hand moves behind me for my gun. But it’s not there.
Spinning around, I meet Alana’s terrified eyes.
“Who’s that?” she whispers as if she thinks they might be able to hear.