“I promise you’re not going to be
cold much longer.” Coop climbed the rungs of the high-backed lifeguard chair. Once
on top, he sat and easily slid Darcy right into his lap. She leaned her head
against his shoulder.
“This is wonderful. I feel like I’m
on a throne. Queen of the ocean.”
“Well, Poseidon himself did sort of
deliver you to me on that wave yesterday. I get my Greek and Roman goddesses
mixed up. What would that make you? Aphrodite? Venus?”
“Ha-ha. I’m no goddess.”
“Guess that PhD doesn’t make you so
smart after all. Because you are most definitely a beautiful goddess.” To stop
her protest, Coop brushed a kiss across her lips. She melted into his embrace. So
soft, so yielding. Darcy opened her mouth on a moan. The invitation didn’t get
lost on Coop. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside. Tasting,
touching, learning more about what she liked with every stroke.
His whole body thrummed with lust,
like the insistent bass reverb at a rock concert. Easing her back against his
arm, Coop gave himself better access to the lusciousness of her breasts. He
grabbed the zipper of her borrowed hoodie between his teeth and slowly pulled
it down. Darcy squirmed a little. This time it burrowed her deeper into his lap
as she threw her legs over the arms of the oversized chair. Beneath the jacket
she wore only her bright red bikini top. All it did was offer her breasts up to
him. Her beautiful, creamy mounds drew him closer.
“Don’t tease me,” Darcy whispered.
“Taste me.”
Never let it be said he didn’t
deliver on such a request. Coop nibbled his way down her neck to her
collarbone. There he switched to long, slow licks. Like following a topographic
map, he traced the clavicle to her sternum. And from there, he used his tongue
like a paint brush. Swirling, licking, nuzzling, tickling. It didn’t take long
before Darcy rose up to meet him. Each breath a pant, each arch of her back
driving him closer to the edge of the taut fabric.
Instead of nosing it aside, Coop
sucked the slightly salty fabric into his mouth. Her nipple immediately peaked
from the suction. His left hand reached for her other breast, tracing circles
on top of the fabric around her nipple until it also rose. Darcy’s hands ran
through his hair. She pulled him closer, which was exactly where he wanted to
be. His tongue swept aside the damp fabric and he laved her nipple directly. The
soft, slightly puckered skin felt so good between his lips. Coop groaned, and
the vibration seemed to inflame Darcy.
Suddenly holding her on his lap
turned into a difficult, if not bad, idea. The friction between her oh-so-sweet
ass shifting back and forth against his rock-hard cock could drive him right
over the edge. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Coop managed to slide out from
beneath Darcy. Now she alone sat in the chair, arms braced on each armrest. Coop
stepped down two wide rungs. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of
the seat. Now they lined up perfectly. His right hand kept molding her ass
while his left did the same to her breast. The rhythm of his squeezes matched
the slight bucking of her hips.
She used her hands to pull him
close again. Chuckling, Coop teased his way down her stomach. He felt her
diaphragm contract with every lick, every twitch he pulled out of her. All the
blood pooling between his legs pulsed to the same beat. Darcy clawed his shirt
up and over his head. Then she resumed stroking his back, nails digging in
slightly as payback for every nip of his teeth against her flesh. Coop reveled
in the cool night breeze against his overheated skin. Her response had driven
him up so fast, so hard. Darcy seemed to be right there with him. This was the
most fun he’d had in, well, a very long time. And Coop didn’t want to rush it,
no matter how great the need to drive himself into her.
Christ. They couldn’t do this out
in the open in a lifeguard chair. Darcy pushed him to the edge of reason, but
Coop vowed to cling by his fingertips. He pulled her bikini top back into place.
Resettled the jacket from where it had fallen to her waist back up at her
shoulders. “Darcy, you have no idea how hard this is for me to say—”
“Oh, I think I know exactly how
hard it is.” With a low, throaty chuckle, she palmed him through his shorts. The
sensation almost catapulted him backward. God almighty, the woman knew how and
where to touch to melt a man into a lava pool of need.
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