Her shocked yelp echoed around our bedroom. My cock jerked with a thick spasm of impatient hunger.
Just as Ronnie came a second time, I slammed her back to the bed, driving my tongue deeper into her wet folds.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she cried, gripping my head tighter with her thighs. “Yes!”
Two orgasms down. How many more before she forgot about the beach? About anything else but being here with me? Safe?
I couldn’t stop a smug smile stretching my lips.
Her hair spread around her head in a wild mane of tousled hair. Her eyes burned with rapture. Her cheeks were pink. Her breasts rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths.
“I fucking love the way you taste, babe,” I said, kneeling between her spread legs to smooth my hands up over her belly, her ribs. I palmed her breasts, drawing my head closer to hers.
Our gazes clashed. My balls throbbed from the sated pleasure in hers.
“I’m quite partial to the way you taste as well,” she answered. “Fancy letting me tie you to the bed so I can give you a blowjob?”
Hot lust surged through me. My cock turned to an aching pole. Fuck.
I’d been tied up twice in my life, both times by corrupt-as-fuck cops. I’d sworn the second time I broke free that I would kill the next person to even think about doing it. But the thought of being tied up by Ronnie…of being completely in her hands…at her mercy.
If only I didn’t know what I knew.
“I’m not that easily fooled, babe,” I said, planting my hands on either side of her head, the tip of my cock nudging at her slick pussy lips. “The second after you tie me to this bed, you’re at the beach.”
She laughed, a throaty chuckle that almost made me erupt. “Busted, I guess.”
I drew in another breath, this one slower. Deeper. “Very busted. And now, about to be punished.”
Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her tongue darted ov
er her bottom lip. “Lucas, as much as I’m enjoying all the sex, we can’t stay locked away from the rest of the world forever. We need—”
I silenced her with a brutal kiss.
I wasn’t gentle. There was nothing tender or romantic. I kissed her to show I was in charge. To show her I was in control. To make it clear when it came to her safety, I would not be distracted.
Would not be dissuaded.
Until I took care of the unfinished business of my shitty past life, Ronnie was where I wanted her to be and nowhere else.
She’d fallen in love with a bad boy, and it fucking tore me apart that that love was bringing out the bad in me, even as it gave me hope I could one day be the man she thought I was—a good man.
Could I ever be? Was that possible?
Snaring her wrists, I pinned her arms above her head to the bed with one hand, cupping and kneading her breast with the other.
She groaned into our kiss, arched into my rough caress.
I plucked at her nipple, rolled its distended form under my thumb as I ravished her mouth with mine.
She locked her legs around my hips, forcing my cock closer to her spread pussy. A wave of lust rolled through me as I dipped into her wet heat, the rim of my cockhead enveloped by her lips. One fierce, fluid thrust and I would be embedded in her.
One stroke…
She broke the kiss with a growl, her wild breaths fanning my lips as she looked up at me. “Fuck me, Lucas. Now. Hard. And I won’t mention the beach again today. I won’t—”
I sank into her. To the balls. No mercy. No hesitation.