Pushing His Luck (Surf, Sun & Sex Book 3) Page 10

  Curving her hands over his broad shoulders, she gave him a caring smile. “I didn’t want to pry, but I hope it’s going well.”

  “You were right. Mike was right. Hell, I think everyone knew it but me—the fact that I have some shit I need to work through. And I’m glad you didn’t just let me play it off as no big deal and act like it wasn’t there. I heard you. I listened. And so I found someone to talk things out with.” His chest started to shake with a low rumble of laugher. “Actually, I haven’t stopped talking. About my job and what happened to my friend Dixon, and with Jenna.” He tugged her a little closer, his smoldering, heavy-lidded gaze locking tight with hers as he husked, “But I talk about you most of all.”

  She blinked up at him. “Me?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He placed one warm hand against her lower back, pulling her so close that her breasts were smashed against the solid wall of his chest, his other hand lifting to the side of her throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin beneath her chin. “I want to be with you, Rin. And I want to be good for you.”

  She sniffed, blinking like crazy to hold back a sudden rush of tears.

  Voice low and rough with emotion, he asked, “Think there’s any chance you might want to be with me too?”

  She didn’t even have to think about her answer, the words coming out in a tumbling, breathless rush. “Oh yeah. More than anything.”

  They were both smiling as he lowered his mouth to hers. At first, it was just a warm brushing of his soft lips over her quivering ones, but the kiss quickly took on a life of its own, her hands in his windblown hair and his on her ass, their tongues tangling together with a devastating passion that had them both struggling for breath when he finally lifted his head—just enough that he could look her in the eye—and roughly said, “Jesus Christ, Rin. I want you so fucking bad it’s killing me.”

  “I want you too.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  He closed his eyes as he sucked in a sharp breath, the flush on the tops of his cheekbones and the trembling in his hands telling her he was every bit as desperate as she was, and she could literally feel him fighting for control as his tall, mouthwatering body shuddered against her.

  “Come up to my condo with me?” she whispered, the feel of his hard cock pressing against her belly nearly making her beg.

  “Jase is with your parents for the night, right?” he asked, his heavy, glittering gaze moving up from her tingling lips to her eyes.

  “Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into his strong shoulders as she fought the urge to climb her way up his big, gorgeous body like a monkey. “They’re bringing him back tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Then let me take you home with me,” he said, the words so gravelled and raw they were almost a growl.

  Surprise swept through her, bringing a soft gasp to her lips, her eyes going wide again as she stared up at him, unable to believe what he’d said. “Are you… sure? I mean, I’ve heard—”

  His wry bark of laughter cut her off. “That I don’t bring women to my place?”

  “Well, yes.”

  Stroking his hands up her back, he leaned down and nipped her lower lip, before saying, “You aren’t just some woman, Rin. You’re my woman, and I want you in my bed, where you belong.” He kissed his way over to her ear, whispering, “I want to bury myself in your hot little cunt and stay there forever. Fucking cover you in me. Eat out your juicy pussy until you scream so loud you lose your voice and I’ve got scratches all over my back.”

  Tugging at his hair until he brought his wicked mouth back to hers, she smiled against his lips as she said, “Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

  “You okay not waiting for the food?” he grunted, suddenly lifting her off the sand with his hands under her ass, her legs automatically going around his waist as he started carrying her back toward the bonfire, her arms thrown around his shoulders.

  “You can feed me later,” she laughed, not even caring that the bottom of her dress was riding up high on her thighs, or that the surfers walking by were giving them knowing smiles.

  “I’ll feed you all night long,” he rumbled against the side of her throat, nipping at a sweet spot that caused her hips to jerk against him, his answering growl making her smile.

  When they reached the bonfire, he let her slide down the front of his body, and they both endured the teasing looks and grins from their friends and family as they told everyone they were taking off. Holding hands, they headed straight for the car park, since she already had her phone in one of the sundress’s deep pockets, her keys in the other. She didn’t have any shoes on her feet, but she didn’t care, Paul’s quick steps telling her that he was just as eager for them to be on their way as she was. And while it would have been quicker just to go up to her condo, Karin loved that it was important to him that their first time be at his place—as if he wanted the imprint of their relationship on every part of his life, and not just on the sidelines.

  She texted Paul’s number to her parents on the drive over, so that they could reach her in case of an emergency and her phone stopped working for some reason, and her mom actually replied with a hearts-for-eyes emoji, making her laugh. Karin could only thank God that the crazy woman hadn’t sent her an eggplant emoji instead, or something equally horrifying.

  His apartment was only a fifteen-minute drive from her condo, in an upscale complex with beautiful landscaping and a sparkling pool. When she walked inside, she stopped in the middle of the living room, before a double set of sliding-glass doors that led out onto his balcony, and turned in a circle, taking everything in, from the dark hardwood floors and furniture to the striking black-and-white prints that hung on the walls. She couldn’t believe that after everything they’d been through, this was the first time she was seeing his living space, and it was just as she’d imagined. Beautiful while still being completely masculine, and as he came up behind her and she pulled in a deep breath of his woodsy aftershave, the heat of his powerful body burning against her back, one masculine hand reaching around to press against her belly, her heart started beating so hard and fast, she was sure he could hear it.

  “Fuck, I’m so on edge, Rin. I—” He broke off with a raw, guttural sound of need that made her shiver from a rush of wild, aching desire, his big hands turning her around so that she faced him. Then he took a step back and jerked his chin at her dress, his hands flexing at his sides. “Take it off.”

  “Here?” she whispered, looking around the bright living room, with its uncovered glass doors that were letting in the evening sunshine.

  “Here,” he told her. “I need to fuck you, as many times as you can handle before we crash in exhaustion, and since I plan on taking you on every flat surface in this entire apartment, I figure we might as well start in here. But I don’t trust myself not to rip that dress to pieces, and it’s too fucking perfect on you, Rin. I’m gonna need to see you in it again and again, so take it off before I destroy the damn thing.”

  He watched her reach behind her back to pull down the zipper with such intense focus, it was as if she could feel the force of his stare like a physical touch against her skin. And it felt delicious. Felt right. Because it was Paul looking at her like he wanted to eat her alive, as she slipped the straps off her shoulders, the silky fabric pooling at her feet, the tenderness in his gaze softening the aggressive edges of his need in a way that went straight to her heart.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he scraped out, his possessive gaze glued to her bare breasts as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his powerful shoulders, his chin jerking at her black bikini panties as he started working on his button-fly. “Take them off, baby.”

  “You too,” she whispered, dying to see him naked again.

  “I’m fucking craving the taste of your sweet little pussy,” he ground out, pushing his shorts and boxers over his hips, his cock jerking up against his ripped abs, so thick and long that the round head was nearly to
uching his navel, his heavy testicles drawn up tight beneath the broad root. “But if I don’t get inside you in the next twenty seconds, there’s a strong chance I’m going to embarrass myself. You good if we skip the foreplay just this once?”

  “Trust me, I don’t need the foreplay,” she said with a breathless laugh, slipping her panties over her hips. As they fell to the floor, she looked him over while she licked her lips, his naked body one of the most magnificent things she’d ever seen, then lifted her appreciative gaze back to his dark, hungry one. “I’m pretty sure I’m already as wet as a lake.”

  He made another rough, guttural sound that would have made her smile, but she was too busy gasping as he burst into motion, and before she could even draw her next breath, he was laying her down on the soft gray sofa that sat across from a massive entertainment center. As his heavy body came down on top of her, the feel of his slick tongue pushing between her lips made her moan. She shivered as she eagerly spread her legs for him, the look in his heavy-lidded eyes—when he lifted his head to stare down at her—so blisteringly hot, she was surprised she wasn’t melting. Then he reached down and cupped her between her legs, two long fingers pushing inside her, and she was amazed she didn’t go up in freaking flames.

  “Paul!” she gasped, arching beneath him, and his shoulders shook with a deep, delicious rumble of laughter as he lowered his dark head over her chest, pressing a soft kiss between her heaving breasts. Her nipples were drawn up hard and tight, and goosebumps spread across her flesh as he took one between his lips and hungrily sucked on the sensitive tip, her inner muscles clamping down on the fingers he was stroking inside her so tightly that he hissed out a curse. Then she reached down and curled her shaky hand around his cock, touching him there for the first time, and he growled so deep and low that the erotic sound vibrated around her breast, flooding her with heat.

  “You have no idea how much I’ve hated that I didn’t get the chance to touch you before,” she told him, greedily stroking his hot shaft, his breath hissing out again as she squeezed the slick, sensitive head, rubbing the fluid there with her thumb.

  “Christ, you can have all the chances you want, Rin. I’ll happily spend the rest of my life with your soft little hand wrapped around my dick. But right now… Right now, baby, I need to fuck you.”

  “Mmm. I need that too.”

  “You okay with no condom?” he husked against her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Before she could answer the question, he lifted his head, looking up at her. “I swear I’ve always been religious about wearing them, and I got tested a few months ago, so I’m clean. And you’re the only woman I’ll be fucking from now until the end of time. I want to feel you all over me.”

  “I don’t want anything between us,” she said softly, “so I’m good with not using one. And I’m on the Pill, so we’re covered on that front.”

  “I wouldn’t give a fuck if we weren’t,” he growled, already pulling her hand off his dick so he could fit his huge cockhead against her small, tender opening. And then he was driving into her, hot and thick and hard-as-steel, forcing the air from her lungs in a throaty scream as he shoved every incredible inch deep inside her, cramming her full of him. The stretching burned with a sharp wave of pain, but the pleasure was so intense it blurred the edges, making her ache for everything he could give her. “I’d fuck you anyway,” he choked out, breathless, somehow pressing in even deeper as he ground his hips against her, “just like this, because I can’t wait for the goddamn day when you’re carrying our baby.”

  “Oh, God, Paul,” she sobbed, clutching onto his sleek back as she tried to pull a breath into her lungs, the heat of him burning her inside and out.

  “Jesus, Rin. You’re so…so fucking tight.” He was still holding himself motionless inside her, but his body shifted, his tensed muscles bunching in stark relief beneath his golden, sweat-slick skin as he started to lift up. And then he was kneeling between her legs with his hands on her thighs, his massive cock buried a mile inside her, nostrils flaring and his expression harsh with restraint as he snarled, “It feels… God, babe, you feel amazing, but I… Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She couldn’t help but smile up at him, loving his dirty mouth every bit as much as she loved his big, incredible body, the breathtaking way he was looking at her making it impossible to feel self-conscious in the face of his rugged, masculine perfection. “You don’t have to be careful with me,” she panted, loving the way he watched her swaying breasts as she lifted her arms over her head, bracing her hands against the armrest. “I’m so desperate for you it’s not even funny.”

  “Then get this leg over the back of the sofa,” he ground out, squeezing her left thigh, “and put the other one on the floor. I want you wide open while I watch you taking me.”

  She eagerly followed his gritty command, the position he put her in as explicit as it was revealing, both of them easily able to see the way her wet, delicate flesh was stretched tight around the wide root of his cock, the view the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. They both gasped as he pulled back his hips, drawing his long shaft out of her until only the fat, heavy head remained lodged inside the pink little hole. A dark lock of his hair fell over his brow as he stared down at the visceral, provocative sight, thick veins pulsing beneath the dark skin of his cock, and she honestly hadn’t known it was possible for a man to get so hard. Then he gave a hoarse curse and drove back inside her, shoving every brutal inch of his gleaming erection back into her clutching depths, the fit so freaking tight they were both groaning and panting.

  “It’s so goddamn perfect,” he bit out, and then he was coming down over her again, one hand buried in her hair, the other still gripping her thigh, pushing her leg up higher as he devoured her open mouth with his…and started fucking the hell out of her. Her breasts were smashed against the solid wall of his chest, his abs rippling as he used every part of his powerful physique to fuck her, his rhythm deep and rough as his tongue slipped against hers, the mind-blowing kiss every bit as raw and addictive as the way he was claiming her body.

  “I swear nothing’s ever felt so fucking good,” he muttered against her lips, thrusting into her so hard and fast, it would have driven her body into the end of the sofa if she hadn’t braced herself with her arms. “You belong right here, Rin, clamped so fucking tight around my cock, taking me deep and hard in this juicy little cunt.” He lifted his head, his features strained with raw, savage need as he braced himself on one arm and dug a knee into the sofa, his hips working like a piston as he hammered himself inside her. “From here on out, you’re mine, and I’m yours. You own every fucking part of me, baby, now and forever. Every. Fucking. Part.”

  Her back arched just as that last syllable left his sexy mouth, a hoarse cry breaking out of her as she started convulsing around his thrusting cock, the orgasm so shockingly powerful, Karin could only shiver and pulse and moan as he gave a harsh shout and followed her over. His hips rammed against her as he buried himself to the root, his cock jerking as he filled her up in hot, explosive surges, until his cum was dripping out of her, drenching them both…along with the cushion beneath her ass.

  When she’d finally managed to catch her breath enough to speak, there was a little grin on her lips as she said, “Oops. I think we might have just ruined your sofa.”

  “Who cares? It was worth it,” he panted, hanging over her, his sweat-slick body shuddering as aftershocks of pleasure continued to work their way through his sleek muscles, the vivid burn of emotion in his dark eyes when he finally lifted his head making her gasp. Then a slow, sexy smile kicked up the corner of his lips, and he kept right on smiling as he lowered his mouth back to hers.

  “I never thought I could be so fucking lucky,” Paul husked several long moments later, when they finally had to come up for air. Wrapping his arms around Karin’s beautiful body, he rolled to his back and settled her on top of him, his greedy hands stroking over her hips until he was cupping her ass, his semi-ha
rd cock still buried inside her. Which was a fucking miracle in itself, given how violently he’d come.

  “I’m feeling pretty lucky myself right now,” she drawled, her cheek pressed against the heavy pounding of his heart as she snuggled against him.

  “Mmm. I’m not even sure I can feel my legs,” he groaned with a husky laugh, her plush cunt still giving little pulses around his dick, so perfect it was unreal, while a huge smile kicked up the corner of his mouth again. “I think you destroyed me, baby.”

  “Then that makes two of us,” she sighed, and his smile spread even wider, the husky satisfaction in her voice filling him with pride. “Seriously, are we even still alive?”

  He snickered as he stroked his hands over her back, unable to get enough of touching her soft, smooth skin. “Can someone be alive and in heaven at the same time?” he asked, a tremor moving through him as her body gave another tight pulse. “If not, then I think the answer’s no.”

  “I can’t seem to stop…doing that,” she whispered, when her pussy pulsed again, clearly determined to milk him dry.

  “Never stop doing that,” he said with a playful growl, gripping her ass again as he rolled his hips up, another hard-on already growing inside her, ready for round two. But then, after finally discovering just how insanely good it felt to be buried deep in her sweet little cunt, his dick was no doubt going to get hard if she so much as looked at him. “I mean it, Rin. Keep rippling around my cock like that forever, because I’ve finally found my happy place.”

  She snuffled a soft laugh under her breath, shaking against his chest, and he held her even tighter, honestly happier than he’d ever been before. Christ, he hadn’t even thought it was possible to be this happy—but here he was, tangled up naked with the woman he loved, and… Oh, shit, that was definitely something that he needed to tell her.