Page 28 of Pursuing Desire

Taylor has waded out into the water, still fully dressed in her street clothes, and has her camera pointed at us. She’s close to the beach and quite a distance from us, so I don’t think she can hear us, but I don’t want to take any chances.

I lean in close to Jess’s ear. “I say we give them a show. What do you think?”

“Haven’t we already given them a show?”

“Oh, I can do much better than that,” I say silkily.

I put my hand on the back of her head. Our mouths are inches apart. Jess’s eyes widen and she inhales sharply.

Expecting her to pull back, I don’t make an immediate move. When she says nothing, I close the distance between us, and my mouth brushes against her lips in a light, feathery kiss. I wrap my other arm around her, bringing her tightly against me. I feel her nipples against my chest.

Jess sighs and leans into me, her lips parting. It feels like surrender, and I’m willing to take what she’s offering. I’ve wanted to taste her from the first time I met her.

My fingers are tangled into the wet hair at the nape of her neck, and I pull her head tighter to mine as my tongue sinks into her mouth. As I deepen the kiss, the taste of the salty ocean mixes with the sweet taste of Jess. My hand massages the back of her neck while my tongue delves into her warm mouth.

Just as sense starts to intervene and I’m about to retreat, she moans into my mouth and wraps her legs around my waist. Every muscle in my body leaps into attention as her body settles around my now-hardened cock. My mouth moves against hers and our tongues dance in a song only we can hear.

Our audience is completely forgotten. Time doesn’t exist. It’s just me and Jess and the ocean.

The waves crash around us while the earth moves below us. Her hands go to my hair and she is holding me tightly. Inexplicable heat surges between us.

I want to hear the sounds of her husky moan against my mouth again. It would be so easy to slip my fingers into her bottoms. So tempting. Those delicate little strings of her bikini are begging to be untied, and my fingers would love to do their bidding.

Just one small yank of those strings, that’s all it would take to have her naked and plastered up against me. One little maneuver and my cock could be buried in her.

That’s my last thought before a wave overtakes us and knocks me off-balance. I stumble and almost fall. Jess jumps off me just as another wave hits us, this one going over our heads. We are ripped fully apart this time.

I gain my footing in time to see Jess also come up for air.

Jess has a stunned look on her face. Whether it’s from the waves or the kiss, I don’t know. I’m sure my face mirrors her shock. That was one helluva kiss. Completely unexpected in its intensity. If the waves hadn’t knocked me over, the kiss probably would have.

I run an unsteady hand through my dripping hair just to give myself time to think of what to say. The photographer is still standing there, rooted to the same spot. She hasn’t come any closer, but she still appears to be filming.

Jess breaks the silence unexpectedly. “Why the hell did you kiss me like that, Dax? That went too far.”

“Or not far enough, depending on how you look at it.”

My body is still tight and hard and wanting. That little scrap of a female has me all twisted up in knots.

“You weren’t supposed to kiss me on the mouth. That was a rule,” she accuses in a low hissing voice.

“Seriously?” I ask in an incredulous tone. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You just mouth-fucked me in the ocean, and now it’s all my fault?”

“Mouth-fuck? That’s not even a real word. You’re so obnoxious. Whatever, it’s both our fault. And obviously, whatever just happened is not going to happen again.”

“Now, sweetheart, let’s not fight. The camera is watching,” I say in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Screw the camera, screw you.”

“I wish. You probably wouldn’t be so uptight if you let someone screw you,” I taunt.

Fire flashes in her eyes, and her face is flushed. Oh, now she’s pissed at me. “At least I haven’t screwed half of New York.”

And now that pisses me off. Her opinion of me is misplaced and annoying. I’ll just give her what she expects then. “Nah, I haven’t screwed half of New York. I’d say it’s closer to twenty-five percent. I didn’t realize you’ve been keeping tabs on me. If you’re that interested, all you needed to do was say so. We have a king-sized bed waiting for us upstairs, and it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“I have a king-sized bed waiting for me. You’ll be on the couch,” she says through clenched teeth. “Now, if you’re done, I think I’ve had enough beach time. Thanks for the enlightening afternoon.”

She tries to storm off but fails miserably when the water impedes her movements. She tries to pass by me, but I stop her with a hand to her shoulder.