Page 29 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

“Noah, what the fuck?” Hannah pounds on my back, but the laugh in her voice tells me she doesn’t mind this low-key manhandling one bit.

“Justice, Gorgeous,” I say, just before my feet hit the water. “Better hold your breath,” I call, as I plunge into the surf, taking her down with me.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she says when she surfaces, water cascading over her body. Her hair streams down her back in a golden-brown waterfall, and droplets decorate her perfect tits, barely contained by the two tiny scraps of red fabric.

I can’t keep my eyes off her.

“You think so?” I ask, wading closer to her.

“Oh, I know so.” There’s an unmistakable challenge in the smirk she aims in my direction. “Husband. ”

“Fuuuuck,” I groan out, grabbing Hannah around the waist and tugging her against me, sinking us both down into the water and letting the waves lap around us. “You know what that word does to me.”

Hannah grins, winding her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist, pressing her tits to my bare chest. Her eyelashes are wet and spiky, her green eyes full of fun as she plays with the hair at the base of my neck.

“I know.”

I roll my hips against hers, and I must hit her clit exactly right through the thin material between her legs because Hannah sucks in a breath, her eyes flashing and a moan falling from her lips.

I glance around and see that we’re the only people in the water, and we’re far enough out not to draw any attention from the sand.

Gliding my hands down Hannah’s sides, I grip her hips and grind her down over my cock as I thrust my hips up, the only evidence I’m moving being small ripples in the water.

“Holy shit,” she gasps out. “We can’t do this here.”

“Can’t we?” I ask, leaning in and grazing my teeth over the spot I found on her collarbone the other day when we were making out like teenagers on my couch.

The one that makes her whimper. “I’m pretty sure there was something about public sex on that fantasy list of yours.

Well, Gorgeous, it doesn’t get any more public than this. ”

Hannah glances around, her hips pulsing against me, her pussy hot over my shorts covered cock despite the cool water. “You feel so good,” she mutters, tightening her legs around my waist as I sink us neck deep into the ocean.

I grip her hips harder, helping her move over me, her breath coming in fast pants that tell me she’s close already, and thank fucking god because the feel of her pussy sliding over my dick has pleasure coiling at the base of my spine.

The head of my cock hits her clit again, and she gasps, burying her face in my neck, her hips never letting up.

Without the barrier of our bathing suits, I could slide right inside her, and the thought of it has my head spinning.

I haven’t dry humped anyone since I was a teenager, and as Hannah moves against me, I wonder why the fuck I haven’t because goddamn, this is hot.

“I know, baby. Move those beautiful hips. Use me. Take what you need. I always want you to take what you need.”

“I’m so close already.” She moans quietly, her arms locking even more tightly around my neck, her head lifting and her eyes meeting mine. “Kiss me,” she demands.

“With pleasure.” I crash my lips to hers in a hot, salty kiss.

Her hips roll frantically, her pussy sliding over my cock with the perfect amount of pressure.

Winding my arms around Hannah’s waist, I lock her against me more firmly, thrusting my hips up at the same time as I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting every inch of her.

The pleasure has my head fuzzing under the hot sun, black spots dancing at the edges of my vision.

It only takes three more rolls of my hips before Hannah is whimpering against my mouth, her body going taut in my arms, her legs gripping my hips like a vise under the water, and her fingers digging into my back as she comes apart.

The force of her orgasm sets mine off, pleasure slamming into me like a fist. I groan into Hannah’s mouth as I come hard, my cock jerking between us and my vision blanking out for a second until it’s just Hannah and me under the hot summer sun and the ocean that suddenly feels like a boiling cauldron from the heat between us.

I come for what feels like forever, pleasure pulsing in my veins as I slow my hips, riding us both through our releases.

“Oh, my god,” Hannah chokes out, giggling as she presses our damp foreheads together, her chest rising and falling against mine, our breaths mingling between us. “Did you just dry hump me in an ocean?”

I bark out a laugh, raining kisses all over her face as we bob with the rolling waves. “I’m pretty sure it was you doing most of the humping, Gorgeous, and there was nothing dry about it.”

Hannah grins at me, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. “ Thanks for that. And for bringing me here. I really love this day.”

I kiss her lips again, and her forehead, my heart thudding in my chest like it’s reaching straight out to her. “I love this day, too. Any day, every day with you.”

I love you .