I pull back, needing to see her face. A dazed smile curls at the edges of her lips. “I love you,” she whispers. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. She is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I love you,” I whisper back. “But we need to fix your clothing situation.”
Corinne grins. “My pants are here somewhere…”
“No, baby girl. That’s exactly the opposite of what I was thinking.” She arches an eyebrow at me, her smile spreading. “I’ve waited four years to taste you and I’m not going to waste another minute.”
“Such an indecent thing to say, Dr. Napier,” she replies, her voice teasing.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, but we can stay here if you’d rather. Wanna grab some lunch and play a round of horseshoes?”
Corinne’s eye twitches as she leans up, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “We could do that… or you could take me back to your cabin and show me some of those indecent things. After four years, I have some ideas of my own saved up—”
“That,” I interject, “is a better plan. Let’s do that.”
Corinne grins, biting her lower lip as she pushes off my chest, much more gentle this time around. We scramble. I throw all the gear in my bag while Corinne locates her pants and struggles to pull them up over her wet legs. She jumps up and down twice, getting them over her ass.
Throwing the bag over my shoulder, I hold out a hand for Corinne to take. We run through the resort at breakneck pace. By the time we reach my cabin, both of us are out of breath and my heart is racing. I think the latter has more to do with the look on her face as she watches me unlock the front door than the actual running.
As soon as the door swings open, Corinne grabs me by the folded down wetsuit hanging around my waist. Her fingers dip underneath, sending a current of heat through me. She backs through the open door, pulling me along. I kick the door shut behind me, bringing my mouth crashing down on hers.
She shoves at my wetsuit, growling a little when she can’t get it. I push her hands away and peel it down my thighs. I look like a fucking idiot, but she just watches me with hungry eyes.
Getting free of the neoprene is a relief unto itself, but the tight fabric was the only thing keeping my dick under control. As soon as its prison is removed, the damn thing goes from six to midnight, stretching the front of my swim trunks and throbbing with need.
“Merci dieu,” Corinne whispers, sinking to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me through her lashes, a dark and determined need in her eyes. Her fingers hook in my waistband, dragging my trunks down my thighs.
I kick the sodden fabric aside and my dick bobs in front of her. Her hand, smaller and softer than my own, wraps around my length. Her pink tongue curls around the weeping head, swirling over the head in a way that makes my knees buckle.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Was this on your list?” She asks, her voice laced with seductive intent.
“It had a prominent spot,” I admit, leaning down and gathering her hair into a ponytail. I kiss her hard, laying claim to her mouth. “But first…” I lift her to her feet and grab the front of her shirt, ripping it open. Buttons ping off of the walls and scatter across the floor.
Corinne looks up at me, wide-eyed and breathing hard. “Holy fuck, that was sexy.”
I don’t have any words. Not with her standing there like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had. Her bra is soaked and completely see-through. Her nipples, a dusky pink, strain against the fabric as she slides her shirt down her arms. She stares me dead in the eyes as she unbuttons her pants and shimmies out of them.
The expression in Corinne’s eyes is teasing as she reaches back, unfastening her bra. She makes a production out of removing it and dropping it to the floor. She never takes her eyes off of me. No, she wants to be watched. To be seen.
“You like being watched, Corinne?” My voice is rough as gravel.
She bites her lip and raises a mischievous eyebrow. “Maybe. I’ve never tried it before, but if you’re the one doing the watching…” she plucks at one of her nipples, making the already swollen peak stand at attention. Her hand skims over her stomach and up to cup the full globe of her other breast.
“Well, I sure as fuck enjoy being your test subject. Use me for research purposes anytime.” I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking the full length. She shivers, her gaze following my hand.
When she meets my eyes again, there’s something triumphant in her expression. She runs her finger along the waistband of her panties. “Did you want to rip these, too?”
“Christ almighty,” I growl, placing a hand on her stomach and backing her toward the bed. She flops back on the quilt with that throaty laugh I love so much. I grab the side seam of the black underwear and yank. The thin fabric shreds like tissue in my hands. “Well, those weren’t very substantial, were they?”
“I’ll get a chastity cage next time. Really give you a challenge.” She winks at me.
“Don’t you dare.” I grab her legs behind the knees and pull her ass to the edge of the bed. “I’ve waited long enough for this.” Leaning over her, I capture her mouth, claiming it. Claiming her. She buries her hands in my hair, holding me close.
I can’t get enough of her body. The feel of her curves under my hands, the smell of her skin, and the way she moans against my lips. I slip a hand between her legs, running my fingers along her thighs and up over her pubic bone. Corinne moans again, wiggling underneath me.
I lightly drag my nails over her skin, ignoring the way she raises her hips in a not-so-subtle hint. She huffs, reaching down to stroke my dick, but I pull her hands up over her head, pinning them to the mattress. “Don’t rush me, baby girl.”