Page 55 of Beating Heart
I ground up against him, riding up and down his erection, as we made out like teenagers in the middle of the lake. My breaths were coming faster, and I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight.
I bucked against him faster.
Harder.
Feeling every inch of his desire between my thighs.
It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
I was panting now as my entire body started to tingle. My head fell back, and his lips found my neck as he continued moving me up and down his shaft. Even with our clothes on and all this fabric between us, I could feel everything.
Every inch of him.
He was long and thick and hard.
I was dry humping him like it was my day job.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” His words were a balm to my tattered heart.
Bright lights exploded behind my eyes like bursts of sunshine, and his name was a whisper in the breeze moving around us.
I went over the edge in a way I didn’t even know I needed.
I continued riding out every last bit of pleasure as I held onto this man like he was my lifeline.
As if I’d needed to let everything go.
Let myself go.
Let myself feel good again.
I waited for my breathing to calm before I raised my head and looked at him. He had this ridiculously sexy grin on his face, his hair was wet and disheveled, and his gray eyes were locked with mine.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey yourself,” he said, his tongue sliding out along his bottom lip.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, because I wondered if he thought the fact that I’d just rode him like a professional bull rider, dressed in a wedding gown, had come off as a little desperate.
“I’m thinking that you’re fucking beautiful. Even if I just get to look at you for a short time, I’ll take it.”
I sucked in a breath. “You really are a straight shooter, huh?”
“I am. Always have been.”
“So, do you make girls orgasm just by kissing them often?” I teased, feeling my cheeks heat. “I’m sorry. Clearly, it’s been a while for me.”
“Hey,” he said, his hand moving beneath my chin as he turned me to face him. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Apologize for what just happened. I fucking loved it. Loved seeing you come apart. Loved knowing I could make you come while fully dressed.” He smirked. “And no. I don’t make out with a lot of women.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve never stood in the water, making out with a woman like this. I’m a dad. I don’t get out a ton, and when I do, it’s usually a casual hookup. Nothing deep. So we get down to business pretty quickly.”
I chuckled. “Down to business, huh? So what was this? You didn’t get down to business at all.”
