Page 130 of All This Time

Fletcher spins us around, pushing me against the side of the hot tub, pinning me there with his hips and his cock—his long, hard length that I’ve felt before, but not like this. Not full of this need and intent, not this laced with passion and consumption that makes me want to freeze this moment in time and never leave this house.

Because beyond this bubble is the real world with real problems I’m not ready to face.

Fletcher Adams is kissing me, claiming me, owning me—and it’s better than I ever imagined.

“Fucking hell, Laney,” he mumbles against my lips, lifting me by my hips and setting me on the ledge.

“Don’t stop kissing me.”

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m going to.” We claw and pull at each other, trying to get closer. Our kisses become deeper and sloppier before Fletcher starts to slow things down. He trails his fingers up and down my arms, pressing soft kisses to my lips now—teasing and torturing me before finally leaning back and staring down at me as I open my eyes. “Laney Hart…” he whispers, stroking his thumb along my jaw.

My heart is bursting with so many emotions that it’s hard to pinpoint if what I feel is excitement or fear. Nonetheless, Fletcher asked me for a chance and if I don’t let us figure out what’s between us, then that will be a regret I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life.

“We need to get inside—now,” he says, command in his voice. “I need you naked.”

He helps me stand and then climbs out after me, adjusting himself in his swim trunks before leading me back inside the cabin and to his room. We step into the bathroom where he turns on the shower to let it heat up, and then he’s back on me, pulling on the strings of my bathing suit top before tossing it to the floor. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as his tongue laps at my nipple.

I bury my hands in his hair as he moves to my other breast. “Your mouth…”

“What about my mouth?”

“Your tongue, your words…” I moan again as he drags my nipple through his teeth.

When he lifts his head, the look in his eyes tells me I was powerless to fight my feelings for this man. I thought I was in control, I thought I could protect my heart. But Fletcher’s blue eyes have always unnerved me, and right now, I know that I don’t ever want another day to pass where I don’t get to look at them from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. We owe it to ourselves to try to figure this out.

“Get naked.” His voice is low, commanding. And I don’t hesitate. I hold his stare as I push down my swim bottoms and he unties his board shorts, revealing his cock to me.

I lick my lips as my mouth starts to water. God, I want to taste him.

He leads me by the hand into the shower, pulling me under the water with him as the spray rains down on us. “I’ve got to get us clean before I dirty you up again.”

I crack a smile. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, I like you a little dirty, though.” He pushes my hair from my face. “There’s so many ways I want to fuck you, Laney Hart.”

I push him against the wall behind us so the water hits my back. ““Well, I think it’s my turn to live out a fantasy.”

He watches as I fall to my knees. “Jesus, angel.”

Reaching for his cock, I lick him from the base all the way to the head, swirling my tongue around his tip.

I look up at him. “Put your hands behind you on the wall.”

He smirks, tipping my chin up with his fingers. “You can’t tell me what to do,” he says, throwing my own words back at me.

“Really?” I fire back. “What if I said that I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes?”

Fletcher groans as he tips his head back. “Fuck, I can’t wait to find out if that’s true.” I swirl my tongue around his head again before drawing him into my mouth, taking him as far back as I can before I gag. “Gag on my cock like that again and I’m definitely going to come fast.”

He reaches to cup my chin, but I pull him out of my mouth. “Hands behind you, Fletcher.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I get back to work, taking him in long, slow drags, passing my tongue down his entire length, gagging every time he hits the back of my throat. And when I see him fight to take in air, I reach down and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently.

“Fuck!”