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Authors: Anna Hackett, Anna Lowe, Leigh James, Ember Casey, Zoe York, Ruby Lionsdrake, Zara Keane, Sadie Haller, Lyn Brittan, Lydia Rowan
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, romantic suspense, science fiction romance, Erotic Romance, Action-Adventure Romance
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touching me
, she wanted to scream.
She didn’t need to.
He kept his hand on her waist, like a hot-iron brand of possession, until they were downstairs and moving through the crowded lobby.
They found two sun-loungers together on the beach and Mel fished her bottle of sunscreen out of her bag as they stood between the chairs. She wiggled it in the air. “Can I do your back?”
He flexed his shoulders as she stroked the protective cream over every inch of exposed skin.
“Turn around,” she whispered. She didn’t miss the half-chubby he was sporting when he did. He didn’t try to hide it, and she didn’t bother to hide that she looked for it.
As soon as she took off her cover-up, he’d see her nipples were tight and peaked, too. This prolonged tease was getting to both of them.
Inhaling roughly, she stroked over his chest, circling his pecs. She was eye-level with the piercing. Her mouth watered at the up-close view of it.
“I can do my own front,” he said, his words strained.
“I…okay.” She blinked up at him just as he closed the gap between them and, cupping her face in both of his hands, kissed her roughly.
“If you keep going, I’ll embarrass myself,” he whispered.
She laughed quietly. “So I shouldn’t ask you to do me now?”
He crowded even closer to her, pressing his erection into her belly. “That’s a dangerous request. I’m not the boy scout you think I am.”
“Who says I want you to be a boy scout?”
His eyes flared dark as he grabbed the sunscreen bottle from her hands and pointed for her to lie down and stretch out. She whipped off her gauzy sundress and did as he commanded. Unlike her, he didn’t concentrate just on her back. He started at her feet and worked his way up, and when he traced his slick fingertips along the bottom edge of her boy-short swim bottoms, she thought she might lose it, too.
But as soon as he reached her arms, he moved away, leaving a lingering sweet kiss on the top of her head.
They lay in the sun for almost an hour. When Cade finally rolled over, she handed him the sunscreen so he could finish the job he’d stopped her from doing earlier.
Which meant she got to see him touch himself, which was almost as good as doing the touching herself.
He watched her watching him, and when he got to his right pec, he lingered on the piercing.
So did she, with her eyes. And her mind. Her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Did it hurt?”
“Afterward. Like any other stitches or injury.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You’ve never had any stitches?”
“Nope. No broken bones or hospital visits, either.”
“Good,” he said softly, his eyes running over her body. “I’d hate to think of your beautiful skin being wounded in any way.”
She shifted restlessly on the chaise lounge. “Does it feel good?”
He lifted one brow and his lips twisted in a secret smile. “What do you mean?”
“I’m assuming that’s why you got it. Not just for looks, although…it looks good.” She glanced at it again, her gaze lingering on the silver balls on either end of the bar. On the small brown nipple in between, and the flat disc of skin behind it.
Would it feel good on my tongue?
He waited until she looked back up at his face, then he smirked ever so slowly, making her wet and achy just like that. From a
smirk
. An expression that should have made him look like an asshole. It really didn’t. “Yeah, it feels good.”
“That’s…good.”
He held her gaze, stretching the heavy pause between them. Then he lowered his voice, for her ears only, and poured gasoline on the fire already sizzling in her veins. “I tug on it. When I’m getting myself off. I jerk myself with my right hand, and rock my left thumb over it. That’s why it’s on that side.”
A weak, gurgling sound came from Mel’s throat as she stared at him, picturing that. He swung his long legs into the space between their chairs and sat up.
“Here,” he said, tucking the
, she wanted to scream.
She didn’t need to.
He kept his hand on her waist, like a hot-iron brand of possession, until they were downstairs and moving through the crowded lobby.
They found two sun-loungers together on the beach and Mel fished her bottle of sunscreen out of her bag as they stood between the chairs. She wiggled it in the air. “Can I do your back?”
He flexed his shoulders as she stroked the protective cream over every inch of exposed skin.
“Turn around,” she whispered. She didn’t miss the half-chubby he was sporting when he did. He didn’t try to hide it, and she didn’t bother to hide that she looked for it.
As soon as she took off her cover-up, he’d see her nipples were tight and peaked, too. This prolonged tease was getting to both of them.
Inhaling roughly, she stroked over his chest, circling his pecs. She was eye-level with the piercing. Her mouth watered at the up-close view of it.
“I can do my own front,” he said, his words strained.
“I…okay.” She blinked up at him just as he closed the gap between them and, cupping her face in both of his hands, kissed her roughly.
“If you keep going, I’ll embarrass myself,” he whispered.
She laughed quietly. “So I shouldn’t ask you to do me now?”
He crowded even closer to her, pressing his erection into her belly. “That’s a dangerous request. I’m not the boy scout you think I am.”
“Who says I want you to be a boy scout?”
His eyes flared dark as he grabbed the sunscreen bottle from her hands and pointed for her to lie down and stretch out. She whipped off her gauzy sundress and did as he commanded. Unlike her, he didn’t concentrate just on her back. He started at her feet and worked his way up, and when he traced his slick fingertips along the bottom edge of her boy-short swim bottoms, she thought she might lose it, too.
But as soon as he reached her arms, he moved away, leaving a lingering sweet kiss on the top of her head.
They lay in the sun for almost an hour. When Cade finally rolled over, she handed him the sunscreen so he could finish the job he’d stopped her from doing earlier.
Which meant she got to see him touch himself, which was almost as good as doing the touching herself.
He watched her watching him, and when he got to his right pec, he lingered on the piercing.
So did she, with her eyes. And her mind. Her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Did it hurt?”
“Afterward. Like any other stitches or injury.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You’ve never had any stitches?”
“Nope. No broken bones or hospital visits, either.”
“Good,” he said softly, his eyes running over her body. “I’d hate to think of your beautiful skin being wounded in any way.”
She shifted restlessly on the chaise lounge. “Does it feel good?”
He lifted one brow and his lips twisted in a secret smile. “What do you mean?”
“I’m assuming that’s why you got it. Not just for looks, although…it looks good.” She glanced at it again, her gaze lingering on the silver balls on either end of the bar. On the small brown nipple in between, and the flat disc of skin behind it.
Would it feel good on my tongue?
He waited until she looked back up at his face, then he smirked ever so slowly, making her wet and achy just like that. From a
smirk
. An expression that should have made him look like an asshole. It really didn’t. “Yeah, it feels good.”
“That’s…good.”
He held her gaze, stretching the heavy pause between them. Then he lowered his voice, for her ears only, and poured gasoline on the fire already sizzling in her veins. “I tug on it. When I’m getting myself off. I jerk myself with my right hand, and rock my left thumb over it. That’s why it’s on that side.”
A weak, gurgling sound came from Mel’s throat as she stared at him, picturing that. He swung his long legs into the space between their chairs and sat up.
“Here,” he said, tucking the
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