Page 24 of The Seascape Between Us (The Men of Saltwater Cove #4)

Chapter Seventeen

Grey

I sat behind Daniel’s desk, laptop open in front of me, and fought the urge to snap it closed again.

Jeez, was I behind. Not that I was entirely surprised.

Between spending the last two days at the house with Daniel and so much of my focus going into the hotel, work for my own business was starting to mount.

This morning, still in bed and half asleep, I’d heard his phone buzz from the nightstand. Then he’d leaned over and murmured softly that he was going for a run with Brody.

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” I asked.

He snorted. “I was up to it two days ago. I’m fine, really. Don’t worry.”

Once he’d gone, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I already was mentally listing everything that required my attention. After pushing off the covers, I rolled out of the bed Daniel and I had been sharing since moving in, then made my way to the bathroom to shower.

Standing under the hot spray, I thought of how easily he and I had fallen into a routine.

For the last two days, I’d gone into the hotel early, touched base with the staff to make sure things were running smoothly, then returned to the house and updated Daniel, who then proceeded to ask me about a million questions.

In the evenings, we’d make dinner together while talking about everything and nothing, eat in the dining room, then watch a movie before going to bed.

Despite the comfortable intimacy we’d settled into, we hadn’t had sex again since that first day.

While being close to him, leaning against each other each night on the sofa and waking every morning with his arm across my stomach and head pillowed on my shoulder was an almost unbearable temptation, he never sought more and I worried that if I pushed, it would scare him off.

At the Seascape, after three days of relentless rain, work on the roof had finally resumed—much to my relief.

Once sitting behind the desk in Daniel’s office, laptop open, and in spite of everything at the hotel that needed my attention, I dug into the work I had waiting for me from my own company.

So buried in what I was doing, I lost track of how much time had passed.

Then I heard the door click open, and I looked up as Daniel walked in and closed the door behind him.

“How long have you been here?” he asked, sinking into a chair opposite me. “I went back to the house to shower, and you were gone.”

“I couldn’t fall back asleep after you left. I figured I’d come in and get an early start.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just didn’t want you to wake up and wonder where I went.”

“It’s fine,” I told him and resisted the urge to tell him he should feel free to wake me up whenever he wanted while we were in bed.

I tried telling myself to grow up and stop thinking like a horny teenager, but it was tough when he looked so damn good.

His hair was still damp from the shower, and he had a little more color in his face—probably from the exercise and getting outside for the first time in days.

Dressed in a pair of battered jeans and a faded t-shirt, he clearly planned to work in the rooms today, and I did my best to smother the unease that swelled inside me at the thought.

He was a grown man. He knew if he could handle physical work or not.

Still, my gaze dropped to his bandaged arm.

He grinned, guessing what I was thinking.

“I’m fine, and I’ll make sure to keep it clean,” he promised. “Besides, the roofers are back. I’m guessing that means no one’s working on the rooms?”

I nodded. “I sent the construction crew back to Finn’s project. If the weather stays good, they should get the roof done in a few days, and then we can focus on the rooms. While the crew was here, they got a lot done. The first-floor bathrooms are gutted, and they’d started on the second.”

“When do the new fixtures come in?” Daniel asked.

“End of next week.”

His brows lifted, and he sat straighter in his chair. “That’s fast. Do you really believe we’ll be ready to install them by next week?”

“If I’m honest, probably not.” I shrugged. “But I wanted to have them here sooner than later in case there were any issues with delivery, or anything winding up backordered. We’ll have time to come up with a Plan B.”

“Good thinking.”

“We need to decide on linens, though, if we want them here on time. I’ll show you what I’m thinking.”

While I pulled up the selections on the computer, Daniel came around to my side of the desk and leaned closer to get a better look at the screen. He stood so close to me I could feel the heat from his body, smell the fresh spice scent from his soap. My cock immediately took notice and perked up.

“These ones?” Daniel’s brows rose, and he shot me a doubtful look. “They’re expensive.”

I cleared my throat and ignored the heat creeping into my face as if Daniel could see inside my head and know what I’d been thinking about. “They are, but the quality is good. They’ll last longer and save money in the long run.”

“You’re probably right,” he agreed. “Let’s get an actual color for the duvet cover, though. Something that’s not beige or white. What about the dark blue?”

He was right. The deep blue would look good against the rich teak, mid-century furniture we’d already ordered.

“I was thinking these for the sheets.” While I showed him the options, I could feel his gaze on me rather than on the screen.

I turned my head and met his stare, blue eyes overly bright, his mouth and lips slightly parted and so close to my own.

My heart thundered in my chest, and my mouth went dry.

For a long moment, neither spoke nor even moved.

The air around us crackled with invisible energy, and the fine hairs on my arms, along the back of my neck, rose the way they did before a storm.

Then his mouth found mine, and I was lost. I turned the chair, pulling him closer until my arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was using the chair’s arms to brace himself with both hands.

Still, neither of us broke the kiss. Instead, we continued to draw from each other’s lips until we were both breathless.

When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he didn’t back away. He turned his head, so his cheek brushed mine while we both breathed hard.

“You know,” I whispered. “The first day I saw you in here, all I could think about was all the different ways I wanted to fuck you in this room.”

“Like how?” he asked, his voice soft.

“On your knees for me so I could fuck your mouth. Bent over the desk.”

I felt him shiver against me, and then, in a slow, fluid movement, he knelt between my parted legs, looked up at me and smirked. “Like this?”

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, the sight of him sinking easily to his knees and going straight to my already aching cock.

“Get undressed. I’ll lock the door,” I told him.

With a curt nod, he straightened and pulled his shirt over his head before shimmying out of his jeans and underwear while I stood, crossed the room, and turned the lock.

As I made my way back to the Daniel, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it over my shoulders, dropping it to the floor, then kicked off my shoes before I opened my pants and shoved them down along with my underwear.

Daniel watched, his gaze bright and hungry as I sat back in the chair behind the desk, then wheeled it closer to him, until he was back between my spread legs, my dick inches from his mouth.

He licked his lips, and my brain nearly whited out.

With one hand, I tangled my fingers in Daniel’s hair and tugged his head down to my cock gripped in my other hand, and slowly I fed it to him, pushing the head past his lips.

His mouth closed around me, molten hot. He sucked me down, his cheeks hollowing, his nose pressed to my skin before he slid back up and then swallowed me down again.

His head rose and fell between my legs, his hand gripping my thighs for balance. Everything inside me pulled tight. I didn’t know how much longer I could last, but I wanted the sensation to go on forever.

He looked up at me, then. Those eyes the color of the ocean on a bright sunny day, soft and fuzzy, met mine, sending a sharp ache through me, and I nearly came right then. I held off, but just barely.

There was something absolutely stunning about Daniel’s hard broad frame, naked and on his knees, his dick jutting up, pre-cum dripping from its tip. The sight alone was enough to drive me half out of my mind.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away from Daniel’s hazy eyes.

He pulled off my cock with a pop.

“Bottom drawer at the back,” he rasped, his voice rough and wrecked and filling me with a strange possessive pride.

I reached down, opened the drawer he’d mentioned and felt around the drawer until my grasping fingers found condoms and lube.

“Up,” I told him, moving my laptop from the desk to the floor and clearing space for him. He stood, and I pressed my hand to his back, gently bending him over the desk until I was level with his ass.

I rolled the chair closer on rattling castors, gripped his ass and parted his cheeks, exposing his perfect pink hole. My mouth practically watered. I leaned closer and teased his rim with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck!” Daniel groaned loudly.

I lifted my head and chuckled.

“Better keep it down,” I whispered, squeezing and kneading his cheeks. “Carter’s just outside that door. He’ll hear you and know just how much you like having my tongue in your ass.”

He whimpered, and I lowered my head again, pushing my tongue past the tight ring, spearing in and out while he gasped and pushed back against me. My cock jerked, desperate to be inside him.

Christ, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood up and pushed the chair back, dribbled lube over his hole and my first three fingers, still wet from my mouth, then worked him open with my fingers.

When I felt him pushing back against the three I’d worked inside him, I slid them out, rolled on a condom and lined up my cock with his hole before pushing past his tight ring.

He hissed, sweat beading on his skin.

“Too much?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. More. Please .”

I rolled my hips, slowly pushing deeper into his tight heat, refusing to risk hurting him, no matter how desperately I wanted to drive into him.

Once I was fully seated, I waited, giving his body time to adjust to me, letting my hands smooth over his sides before gripping his hips.

He wriggled under me, urging me on. I started moving, slowly at first, then increasing the pace until I was thrusting hard and fast. Daniel lifted his hips, letting me push deeper.

“Fuck, Grey, please,” Daniel begged, his needy pleas fueling my nearly mindless hunger. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

While I fucked into him, I reached down and grasped Daniel’s cock. I stroked him to the same pounding rhythm I set for his ass.

“Shit, I’m close,” he groaned at the same time his hips stuttered, and he came over my hand. His channel clamped down around me, pulling me over the edge along with him.