Keep Me Closer (A Dangerous Tides Novel) Page 16

  “What was that for?” he rasped, his heavy gaze smoldering with lust when they both had to break away so that they could come up for air. He had his free hand on her hip, his fingers gripping her in that way that made her feel exceptionally needed.

  “I just . . . I just wanted to say thank you,” she replied a little breathlessly, loving the way he flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, as if to taste the lingering flavor of her mouth.

  Something in his gaze went soft and warm. “What are you thanking me for, Doc?”

  She kept her hands on the back of his neck, stroking her fingertips against his hot skin. “For bringing me here, to Miami. I needed it, and I’ve . . . well, I’ve had a lot of fun. Which, to be honest, hasn’t happened in a long time.”

  For a moment, he simply watched her in that heavy, silent way of his, while his incredible, masculine scent went straight to her head. She had no idea what he was thinking, his dark gaze impossible to read. Then he surprised the hell out of her by asking, “You want some more fun right now?”

  She blinked, trying to figure out what he meant. “You mean back in the Rover?” She’d never had sex in a car before, but she was willing. There was actually very little she wouldn’t be willing to try with Alex Hudson, and she could feel the warmth of another blush building in her face.

  “Not in the Rover.” His eyes started to glint with a sinful heat as he tossed the thick folder onto a nearby table. “I was thinking right here.”

  She could hear her pulse rushing in her ears, her breaths quickening with sharp, almost painful excitement. “But we’re . . . outside.”

  He shrugged those broad shoulders as a corner of his mouth kicked up. “No one can see us. No one will come back here. It’s private property.”

  “We came back here.”

  “Only because Diaz asked me to.”

  “Where is he again?” she asked, biting her lip as she turned her head, scanning the pool area. The surrounding foliage was so thick, you couldn’t even see the house from where they stood. But she knew it was there.

  “I told you, baby. He’s out of town.”

  “You’re sure?” There was no mistaking the uneasy note of skepticism in the quiet words.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” He caught her chin, pulling her face back to his. “Stop worrying, okay?”

  “But . . .”

  “Do you trust me, Brit?”

  There was that damn question again, driving her crazy. Did he even know how intently he watched her when he asked it? How dark his eyes burned, making her feel as if he was looking right inside her, beneath her skin, down to the woman that so few had ever taken the time to see?

  “Yes,” she heard herself whisper. “I trust you, Alex.”

  Lowering his hand from her face, he took a step back, pulling out of her arms as he jerked his chin toward her and said, “Then get naked for me.”

  His voice vibrated with that low, husky tone of command that stirred her on some deep, visceral level she’d never even known existed inside her, and she couldn’t resist. Standing beside the rippling pool of water, in the bright Florida sunshine, she reached behind her back and started lowering her zipper.

  Heart thundering, she said, “You like ordering me to take my clothes off.” It wasn’t a question, but a simple statement of fact, and it made his eyes turn even darker, until they looked more gray than green.

  “Damn right I do,” he muttered, that dark, hot gaze moving over every vulnerable inch of skin she exposed, until the yellow sundress she’d put on that morning was lying on the ground at her feet, and she was standing before him in nothing but her heeled sandals, panties, and bra. “If I had my way,” he added, “you’d always be naked. Now lose the rest of it.”

  Biting her lip, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, letting it slip down her arms until it fell against the slate gray tiles along with the dress. Then she hooked her hands in the sides of her panties and shimmied them down her legs, carefully stepping out of them since she would have to put them back on when they left. Her sexy new sandals were all that was left on her body, and she started to reach down to undo an ankle strap, when he said, “No, leave them on.”

  “Hmm,” she murmured, sliding him a flirty look through her lashes as she straightened. “You’ve also got a thing about having me in nothing but shoes.”

  “Right again,” he growled, reaching out and gripping her hips. He pulled her with him as he took several steps back, then positioned her between his knees as he sat on one of the black, backless wooden benches that ran along a heavily scented wall of bougainvillea. Stroking his thumbs over her hip bones, he looked up at her, squinting against the sunlight as he said, “You are so fucking beautiful, Brit. Every inch of you.”

  “Um, thanks.”

  The corner of his mouth quirked, and she knew he’d picked up on her uneasiness in the throaty words. “You’re going to learn how to take a compliment from me, Doc.”

  Bracing her hands on his shirt-covered shoulders, she playfully arched one of her eyebrows. “Is that another threat, like the tickling one you gave me this morning?”

  “Could be.” He cocked his head a bit to the side, studying her with those incredible eyes. “You ever been spanked?”

  “What? No! Of course not. I’d probably slap any man who tried it.”

  “Hmm. That’s too bad.” He slid his hands behind her, squeezing the curvy globes of her bottom. “Because I’d love to turn this pretty little ass pink.”

  “You like spanking women?” she whispered, more than a little shocked at how . . . excited she sounded, as if the idea were turning her on. Hadn’t she just said that she’d slap any man who tried to do that to her? And now she was aroused? What the hell was going on in her head?

  “I’d like spanking you,” he murmured, his smoldering gaze flicking over her with amusement, as if he was reading her thoughts. “And unless you tell me that you’re beautiful, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

  “Um, no.”

  “Yes. Right here. In broad daylight.” He grinned up at her. “What’s it gonna be, Doc?”

  Her throat worked, the words he wanted to hear stuck. She turned bright pink. “I . . . can’t.”

  “Sure you can. It’s easy. Just look in my eyes and say ‘I know my pussy and ass are beautiful, Alex. That I have sweet thighs and gorgeous tits.’”

  “That’s ridiculous!” With her face burning, she suddenly had trouble keeping up with everything pouring from her lips. “My ass and breasts are too big, and so are my thighs. And I’m okay with that. Really, I am,” she blurted, in a rush to convince him. “It’s why I still dress the way I do. There’s no sense in not embracing it. But I’m not going to stand here and say that I’m beautiful. Not when I’m with someone who looks as incredible as you do.”

  * * *

  ALEX STARED UP AT HER IN A MILD STATE OF SHOCK, HIS LIPS PARTED, unable to believe she’d just said those words to him. “I’m fucking far from incredible, Doc. But it’s the perfect word to describe you.”

  Without giving her any warning, he suddenly flipped her over his lap, her surprised yelp blending with the soft roar of the nearby waterfall. “And before we’re done here, those words are gonna be tripping off your tongue, baby girl.”

  With his heart pounding, he watched her skin turn pinker as he stroked his hand over her feminine curves, soaking up the creamy softness. “This ass is as prime as it gets,” he groaned, torturing himself by taking it slow. But he had a point to prove, damn it. He wasn’t going to rush this. Slipping two fingers between the lush cheeks, he trailed them over the sensitive little hole there, laughing when she jolted.

  “Shh, stay still,” he murmured. “I just want to touch you here. That’s all. I won’t put my thumb inside you like I did last night.”

  “Oh.”

  His mouth twitched at the note
of disappointment in her breathless voice that she didn’t quite manage to disguise. He loved that she’d enjoyed the ass play in the hotel room, and was determined to take it further once they were back at the condo. But that wasn’t the lesson he wanted to teach her right now.

  Turning her over, he lifted her against his chest and shifted to the side, throwing his leg over the bench so that he was straddling it. Then he rose up a little and laid her down against the dark wood, before sitting again at her sandal-covered feet.

  She lay with her arms at her sides, her knees pressed together and bent, so that there was room for him on the bench. “Spread your legs for me, Doc. Show me that pink little pussy.”

  She gave a breathless laugh. “You really do have such a dirty mouth, Alex.”

  He shot her a cocky smile. “Dirty, but talented, right?”

  She shook her head as she tilted it back, the crooked grin on her lips making his chest tight. He didn’t know how it was possible, but she got more beautiful every fucking time he looked at her. It wasn’t normal, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he had her laid out before him like a fucking bounty. His breaths were getting deeper . . . rougher, his blood chugging thick and heavily through his veins. He was just about to repeat his command when she finally did as he’d told her to, letting her legs fall open. Soaking in the sight of her spread wide open for him, he drew her soft thighs over his muscular ones and scooted forward, so that she was within easy reach.

  She looked like a goddamn goddess, naked in the lush green garden, dappled in sunlight, and he reached up, closing his hands around her mouthwatering breasts. He massaged the firm mounds, stroking her velvety nipples with his thumbs, before running his hands lower, over the sexy curve of her belly and around her hips, gripping her so tightly for a moment that she gasped.

  “Sorry,” he scraped out of his tight throat, immediately relaxing his grip. His chest started to rise and fall a little harder.

  “’S okay,” she murmured dreamily, lifting her head so that she could look at him as she trailed her fingertips over the backs of his hands, her touch soothing and light. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m just . . . oversensitive right now. You’ve got me feeling like a live wire.”

  A breathless laugh rumbled up from his chest. “Me, too, Doc. Me, too.”

  He leaned over her then, pressing his open mouth against her navel as he ran his hands down her soft thighs, loving the way she felt against his palms. Her head fell back again as he pushed her thighs a little wider apart, then drew his hands back up their insides, until his fingertips were stroking the smooth, glossy lips of her cunt. Pushing two fingers inside the tight little hole nestled there, he watched as he stretched the pink, tender flesh open, thinking she was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.

  “You’re staring again,” she said with a soft catch in her voice. “I can feel it.”

  No, he was memorizing. Committing it in detail. Tattooing the sight before him into the very fabric of his brain, wanting it to seep into his blood and sweat and tears. Into every part of him, so that he couldn’t ever lose it.

  Pulling his fingers free, he loved the way her plush, cushiony muscles clenched down on him, trying to hold him inside. She had such a sweet, hungry cunt, and he had a feeling that no matter how many times he had her, he would always want more. She was simply that addictive. That intoxicating.

  “Eyes open,” he growled, pushing his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean before slipping them back inside her. He pushed them deep, undone by the feel of her. “I want you to watch me fingering this sweet pussy. See how wet you get for me? How bright and pink? Jesus, Brit, you drive me fucking crazy.”

  She panted, biting her lower lip, her heavy eyes wild with need as she locked her stormy gaze with his.

  “I know. Trust me, baby, I know,” he groaned, pulling his fingers free again. He ripped his shirt off, tossing it on the ground. Then he grasped her hips, his head already dipping as he lifted her lower body off the bench. At the first touch of his tongue to that slippery flesh between her thighs, he made a hard, thick sound of hunger deep in his chest, and buried his face against her. She was so fucking exquisite, melting into sweet, hot liquid, and he couldn’t get enough. He could have eaten Brit Cramer out for the rest of his days with a fucking smile on his face, happy to keep tonguing and licking and sucking on her juicy pussy. And the fact that she had no idea exactly how incredible she was only made her that much more wonderful.

  “Lift up on your elbows,” he grated against her drenched folds, the lower half of his face already wet with her cream. “I want you watching what I do to you.”

  He didn’t just want it, he needed it. Needed her to see every intimate detail of what he was doing to her. See the way his tongue swirled around her pulsing clit, over and over. Watch it penetrate the tiny, quivering hole before he sank it deep. He needed her to see how desperate he was for it. How badly he craved it, because it’d never fucking been like this for him before, and he needed her to know that, damn it. And since he could never find the right fucking words to say to her, he was going to show her instead.

  Damn near shaking apart with everything that was running through him, utterly destroying him, Alex suddenly reared up and grabbed her, scooping her against his chest, where his heart was beating like a fucking freight train. “I need you on my dick. Now,” he snarled, too far gone to control the harshness of his voice as he ripped his jeans open and notched his broad cockhead against her, then slammed her down on him so hard it made her cry out.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” he gasped, pulling her tight against him with his arms wrapped around her back, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just . . . Damn it, I just needed . . . just needed to . . .”

  * * *

  “SHH, IT’S OKAY,” BRIT WHISPERED IN HIS EAR, CURVING HER HANDS over his wide, muscular shoulders. She could sense the crisis in him, feel it burning against her, but wasn’t sure what had caused it. Whatever the reason, she was thrilled that he held her like she was the answer, something hot and tender melting in her chest, the sensation so sweet and sharp it made her eyes prickle with tears.

  God, she was such an emotional wreck these days, crying at everything that happened, but there was no controlling it. She felt as though a dam had been broken open inside her, and now years’ worth of pent-up longing was rushing out, impossible to contain, the feeling only growing more intense as he started to lift her up and down, moving her on his impossibly thick, textured shaft, his hips pumping in a counter rhythm to her own that was sharpening the sweet, piercing ache inside her.

  Sniffing to hold back her emotional flood, she kissed her way up the strong, corded side of his hot throat, loving the power she could feel coursing beneath her sensitive lips. It filled him, thrumming through his blood and bones, in every part of him. Visceral and raw and wild. His chest moved like a bellows against hers, his hands stroking down her back, only to stop and clutch at her, squeezing her to him until her breasts were crushed against his heat-glazed chest, before resuming their almost frantic touches across her skin, as if he wanted to both hold and pet her at the same time, all the while keeping up his powering rhythm into her body.

  “I love the way you feel against me . . . inside me,” she told him, trailing her lips along the hard, stubbled line of his jaw, then up to the corner of his mouth. The broken groan that burst from his chest was almost . . . mournful, his arms tightening around her as he turned his head and caught her mouth with his, sinking his tongue inside to claim that breathless space for his own. It was a deep, drugging, deliciously scalding kiss, and she completely lost track of time as his mouth worked over hers, ravaging her, eating at the breathless sounds that she made. She could taste herself on his lips, salty and rich, and it only made her burn hotter for him, her inner muscles clasping his beautiful cock so tightly it made him gasp.

  “Brit,” he
growled in a choked, throaty voice, pressing his forehead against hers. “Christ, you’re killing me, baby girl. Fucking destroying me.”

  “I feel the same way,” she whispered, shivering when she felt the change in the air, and she knew what was coming. One second they were moving in this raw, powerful rhythm in the bright, brilliant sunshine, and in the next it started to rain with a soft misting of drops, the way it could only do in Florida. The rain steamed against their skin, heat layering on heat, the sun somehow shining even brighter through the clouds, while the air became moist and thick with emotion as they stared deep into each other’s eyes, their bodies moving with perfect timing. A voluptuous give-and-take that felt as natural as breathing.

  Something was happening. Something . . . powerful. Deep. And scary as hell, as much for her as she sensed it was for him. But they didn’t turn away from it. She knew he would eventually, and she would try to be ready. To protect herself. To be prepared. But right now, in this heady, sensual moment, he was right here with her, completely lost in her, and that was all that mattered. All that she cared about.

  She came first, the deep, rhythmic pulses of her orgasm milking his heavy cock until he’d followed her over, crashing hard and thick inside her, giving her every drop. She loved staring into his face and watching him come, his pleasure so visceral and raw, evident in the rigid line of his jaw and the wild, smoldering intensity of his gaze, while his body poured itself inside her again and again and again.

  Leaning forward, she touched her trembling lips to his, and he fed his guttural groans into her mouth as he took control, his arms crushing her against him as he devoured her, sliding his tongue inside her as though she was the most necessary, delicious thing that he’d ever tasted. They kissed until their hearts had slowed, completely lost in each other. And she had a strong feeling they would have stayed like that for untold hours, if the skies hadn’t decided in that moment to fully crack open.

  “The rain!” she gasped, blinking against the lashing sting of raindrops that were pelting her face. “It’s coming down harder!”