Page 125 of Come to Me

My body hums. I squeeze my thighs together to maintain my composure. "I need help."

He moves towards me. "I may be able to provide some help."

I look up at him, into his eyes. Right now, he's mine. I rise to my tip toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him. Kiss him like the ship is going down.

His hands are on my back, pushing my body into his. His touch is so hot, so electric. I can barely take it.

My body is buzzing, begging for more.

He slides his hands over my back, until they're at my bra. But he doesn't unhook it. Not yet. He traces its edges with his fingertips.

I groan, digging my nails into his skin, arching into him. He slips his hands into my bra and rubs my nipples gently.

He moves his free hand to my ass and slides it under my panties. Damn. This is so much better than what I had in mind.

I melt into him. He sucks on my bottom lip, scraping his teeth against it. Then, he slides his tongue into my mouth.

He circles my nipple with his fingers. It's light, soft, perfect.

“Why are you always ruining my plans?" His voice is hoarse, heavy with desire.

He slides his hands up my back, unhooks my bra and flings it onto the sand. His eyes pass over me, a look that says I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

When he looks at me like that, I believe it.

Then his lips are on mine. He kisses me, hard and deep, his fingertips skimming my back, stomach, shoulders. They settle on my chest, and he rubs my nipples with his thumbs.

Electricity surges through me, down to my fingers and toes. I grab his ass and pull his body into mine. He's hard, and I need him here. I need him no matter what might happen tomorrow.

"Please don't tell me you want to wait until we're back at the hotel," I groan.

He laughs softly.

"Turn around," he orders.

I do, and he places his body behind mine. He presses his lips into my neck as he kneads my breasts. He kisses me softly, then harder and harder. Then it's teeth, gently scraping against my neck.

I try and reach back, to touch him, but he grabs my arms and places them at my sides. He slides my panties to my knees, and I step out of them.

Now there's nothing between us.

He grabs my hips, bringing my body into his. I can feel him, hard, against me, but he doesn't enter me. Not yet. He drags his fingers over my thighs, so, so close. I feel his teeth on my neck again. It's harder this time. Like he's claiming me. Like he's hoping to leave a mark.

I arch my back, rubbing against him. I need him to claim me, to make me his, to show me how much he wants me.

I grab his hand and place it on my sex. He rubs me gently, sinking his teeth into my neck again and again. My body is swimming with desire, desperate for him to move faster, to fuck me.

But he moves slowly, stroking me with one hand, teasing my nipple with the other. He plants kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I groan, and he moves a little faster, strokes me a little harder. My sex clenches, my body filling with pleasure.

He rubs his thumbs against my nipples again. It's so soft I can barely feel it, but it sends sparks down my spine. I tilt my head back, turning to him.

I kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. It's desperate and needy and proof that he wants me as badly as I want him.

He moves his hands to my chest and traces circles around my nipples. I turn back, pressing my ass into him, arching my back as far as it will go.

"Luke," I groan. "Please..."