Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I know,” I whisper. “But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe change isn’t so bad. We can figure it out. We’re both adults.”
“I’m worried you’ll read too much into this. That you’ll want something that I can’t give you.”
That’s my worry too. That Leon will try and pull away and away and away because he thinks he isn’t capable of giving it. It’s not my job to prove him wrong. It’s not a job at all. “This is something we can grow into and decide together.” I turn to the beach. “I’m going to swim back. Keep swimming until you’re over the weeds, then run like hell when the lake mud tries to suck you down.”
I head for the beach, and Leon follows. He could overtake me since he’s a better swimmer, but he stays right behind me. Then, we both run through the squishy, nasty, slightly smelly lake mud and breathe sighs of relief when our feet hit the sand. I turn, and he’s there, all big and powerful and manly, water running down his huge shoulders, square pecs, and chiseled abs.
My god, he’s good enough to taste. All over. There isn’t an inch of him that I wouldn’t like to lick. Yes, I’m standing by that. Take it however you will.
My eyes land on the bulge in his boxers, and holy shit, the cold lake water did nothing to diminish his size. My eyes flick back to his face when he groans. “Killing me, Darbs,” he mutters, using the nickname that lots of people use, but when he says it, it makes me glow.
“I’d like it if you killed me a little in return.”
That’s all I get out before I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me and replacing my air with his, our lips clashing together and wild again. He lowers me to the sand, and yup, both my back and bottom are coated with it. He’s careful as he undoes the strings on my bikini bottoms and throws them behind us, baring me to him. I haven’t opened my eyes. When he picks my hips up with one huge hand—his right hand because the palm is smooth—I arch into him.
His mouth is hot against my chilled skin. He spreads me open with his fingers, not at all shy about what he’s doing. I feel shy, but that’s because I’m rolling around in the sand and being bared six ways to Sunday. Thank god the beach is private, and there aren’t any other cabins around. Thank god because I can’t stop. Leon’s mouth is a sinful delight, and he is wickedly talented with his tongue.
I squirm because the pleasure is so intense that I can’t stay still. I don’t care that I’m becoming a sandy sand monster. I need his tongue, and I need it all over. And inside. He’s not just teasing me with it. He’s straight-up fucking me with it, and it’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.
Soon, I manage to wrench my eyes open, and I come face to face with a hand—Leon’s prosthetic hand.
The discarded prosthetic hand looks so freaking real that it’s kind of scary.
“Gah! Leon! The hand!” I point at it. I’m completely covered in sand, and grains fall off my arms.
“Should I stop?” he asks.
I bury my fingers in his wet hair, getting sand everywhere. “My god, please, no.”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t let up. He keeps working his magic with his tongue until I’m right on the brink. I’m so on edge that I barely feel the breeze kicking up over my skin until I realize I’m shivering, and not just from pleasure. I crack my eyes open again, and my first instinct is to watch Leon. I nearly melt right into the beach from the level of heat he’s producing between my legs, and it’s even hotter watching him do it. He’s feasting on me like I’m his favorite meal, and he doesn’t care how loud or wet or messy it sounds.
I’m so captivated by Leon that it takes me a second to realize the wind is really starting to kick up. The lake, which was calm before, now has whitecaps, and the boat is slamming against the dock. The only time the wind whips itself into a fury like this is when a storm rolls in hard and fast. When it rains out here, it’s not like regular rain. At least not when storms like this come in.
“Leon!” I grasp his hair again. “It’s going to storm.”
He rips his head away and tuns to the water, where he goes totally still for a second. Then, we’re moving. He springs up and grasps my hand, pulling me to my feet. I’m covered in sand—we both are—so we both race to the lake. After diving back in and racing out, I run around the beach, grabbing our clothes, my towel, and the prosthetic hand. I’m not going to leave it out here at the mercy of some storm, especially since Leon said it cost a fortune. It’s strange and rubbery and kind of awesome when I grab it. I’m not wearing any bottoms, but we race up the beach and across the grass together.