CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Lindsey couldn’t breathe—literally—as freezing water engulfed her body. When she came up, her mouth gaping open, she was ready to kill Maverick. Before, she’d been so caught up in the romance, so caught up in feeling pity for herself and the warm fuzzy feelings she had for Mav, but now she was ready to inflict some torture on this man who liked to shock her. The problem was she couldn’t feel her body.
Finally, a blessed breath of air managed to get down her freezing cold throat.
“How in the world is this helpful?” she shuddered as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a big smile on his face.
“There’s something about a nighttime skinny-dipping session that frees the soul,” he told her as his hand roamed her back.
“I can’t feel my body, let alone my soul,” she said as she pressed closer, trying to find warmth.
“Just remember that things shrink in cold water,” he said as she sought him out.
“Mmm, doesn’t feel like anything is very small,” she murmured.
Her body was already warming up and apparently his was as well. He laughed before pressing against her, his thickness nice and hard and big for her.
“It seems even freezing water can’t inhibit me when I’m in your arms.”
“So I have power over you?” she said before shoving off him and diving into the water to swim away.
“Yes, you little minx, you do,” he said, as he began to give chase.
They played in the water for a few more minutes before she couldn’t take it anymore and she rushed out, running back to the fire and grabbing one of the warm robes he had waiting. She placed it around her freezing body. He threw his on before grabbing her.
“Why would you cover up this delicious body?” he said, lifting her off the ground and moving to the massive lounger, and more importantly, the nice thick blanket.
“Because you froze me.”
He set her on the cushions and got all the sand off her feet. Then he brushed off his own feet before the two of them dived beneath the blanket, where he immediately pulled her back into his arms.
“You are so unbelievably beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers cupped her face.
“You make me feel it,” she said, reaching for him, needing to feel his hot flesh beneath her fingertips. “And you’ve made my day so much better by doing this for me,” she admitted.
“Good. Because I don’t think I can say it enough. My entire purpose right now is to make you feel good.”
“I’d rather you just kissed me,” she murmured as she leaned her face closer to his.
He didn’t say another word, but instead pulled her lips the last inch to his. Her mind went blank as she kissed him with a passion she couldn’t inhibit. She’d tried to stay away from him and that had only caused misery. Now she just wanted his arms around her and his lips . . . everywhere.
And he more than complied. The dancing fire next to them and the blankets on top had quickly warmed her. His touch against her skin was scorching her. She regretted the robe now.
But he didn’t let the material get in his way. He untied the robe and then his magical fingers were moving up along her trembling stomach and up over her breast, pinching her hardened nipples.
She moaned against his mouth and then grumbled when he broke the connection. Soon that grumble faded, though, as his lips trailed down her collar bone and he sucked on the peaks of her nipples, his teeth nipping them, making her groans turn into pleasurable cries.
Before he could move lower, she grabbed his head and pulled him back up to her mouth, kissing him hard as she pushed him over onto his back.
“I was on a mission there,” he said when she released his mouth.
“My turn,” she purred as she undid his robe and moved down his strong neck, kissing and sucking on his salty skin.
“Mmm. I’m liking your turn,” he rumbled as his fingers twisted in her hair, tugging slightly, making her moan against his skin.
She kissed her way down his hard abs, reveling in his strength and taste. She was aiming for his magnificent thickness, but she wanted to take her time getting there, building up the anticipation.
His groans of pleasure encouraged her as she reached his strong pelvic bone and then her fingers wrapped around his thickness, her thumb brushing across the tip where his pleasure leaked out, making her body accelerate to boiler levels.
She had to taste him.
“Come here,” he groaned as she moved down a little farther, her mouth inches from his tastiness.
She didn’t say anything, just bent forward and ran her tongue along his tip, his tangy essence superb, making her want more. Without further hesitation, she wrapped her mouth around him and pushed down as far as she could take him.
Her spit and his excitement lubed the way, making it easy for her to slide up and down his solid rod of steel. She groaned around him as she devoured every drop of his juices, his groans making her speed up as she pleasured him.
Suddenly, Maverick’s hands tugged at her, making her mouth pop off his tasty arousal. He pulled her up his body so that she was straddling him.
She could feel his wet, stiff thickness below her, begging for entrance as she sat atop him, his eyes glowing with heat and desire.
“I want to come inside your sweet center, not your mouth,” he growled.
She’d never had sex on top before. It was exposing and she was nervous about it—that was, until he lifted her and pulled her body back down over his erect rod. He pushed upward, sinking fully inside her.