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  “Yeah,” he said. “The sunsets are incredible out here.”

  “I bet they are.” I turned and watched him climb into the hot tub and settle back. “How does it feel?” I asked.

  “Unbelievable,” he sighed.

  I walked up the two small stairs and sat down on the edge, leaning back to swing my legs into the steaming water. It was scorching, and I had to let my body adjust to the temperature as I eased in. Austin watched my slow progress, and the heat from his gaze matched the sizzling water.

  “I have to ask you something I’ve been wondering about since I left,” he murmured, his deep voice barely audible above the bubbling hot tub.

  “Okay,” I nodded, pretty sure where this might be headed.

  “Why did you leave that night? All I know is one minute we were about to kiss, and the next you were gone.”

  I smiled, impressed that he was cutting right to the chase. Guess we were laying it all out on the table. “Do you remember when you told me you didn’t trust yourself alone with me?”

  “Yes,” he answered, his eyes smoldering.

  “I didn’t trust myself alone with you either,” I said quietly, hypnotized by his eyes as they drilled into mine. “And I didn’t want to get hurt. You were moving across the country the next day.”

  “What about now? Do you trust yourself alone with me?” he asked. As I tried to form a coherent thought, he drifted toward me, stopping less than an arm’s length away. The oppressive heat of the water took my breath away, and I gulped for air as I fought the wave of dizziness that came over me.

  My fingers twitched with the overwhelming need to reach out and touch him, but I gathered every last ounce of strength and floated backwards, putting space between us. “No,” I admitted, whispering my answer between parted lips. Lips that were aching with the desire to kiss every inch of his unbelievable body, all fucking night long.

  Something in his eyes shifted once he heard the single syllable, something dark and dangerous replacing the scrutinizing gaze he’d worn seconds ago. A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to swallow it away, reaching for a cold swig of my beer to help me out. Austin grabbed the bottle and raised it to his parted lips, tipping it back for a long swallow. Once he’d set the beer back on the edge, his eyes returned to mine, studying me. “Give me your foot,” he instructed. “I bet those shoes you were wearing today made your feet hurt like hell.”

  I hesitated, reluctant to surrender to his touch so soon, but I’d be damned if I was going to turn down a foot rub. My heels had hurt like a son of a bitch since the second I’d put them on that morning. I drifted a foot toward him, stopping when my toes brushed against his knee. His fingers gently circled around my ankle, pulling my foot closer to him. One thumb applied steady pressure along the arch of my foot, instantly sending a flash of lightning streaking through my core. His other hand gripped my toes, wiggling them around and threading his fingers between each coral painted nail. I gasped at the strength of his touch, the intensity of his gaze holding me captive. Why did he have to be so fucking sexy? When his fingertips pressed against the sore tendons across the top of my toes, I sighed with pleasure, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. “That feels incredible,” I breathed.

  His skillful hands kneaded away every last ache in my tired muscles, and just when I thought he was finished, his fingers brushed my other calf, guiding that foot closer to him. Each stroke along my foot reverberated up my leg and pulsed around my clit, and when he slid his hand up to my knee, I almost lost my mind.

  As his strong fingers pulled the tension from my calves, all my willpower melted away, leaving behind an uncontrollable urge to touch his incredible body. I opened my eyes, heart pounding with the thrill of anticipation. Things had progressed to the point of no return for me, and I was willing to bet my annual salary he felt the same. All I had to do was give him the green light.

  “I bet your cock is so hard right now,” I purred, letting my foot wander closer to him, grinning slyly when my toes touched his rigid abs.

  He didn’t miss a beat. “It’s actually been hard since I saw you at lunch. And hearing you say cock is not helping the situation.” His heated gaze matched mine across the bubbling water, not breaking eye contact.

  “Big, hard, throbbing cock,” I drawled slowly, watching as his eyes grew heavier by the second. His hand returned to my foot, and just when I thought he was about to continue the foot massage, I found he had other plans.

  He was rock solid, and my mouth dropped open, frozen while he rubbed my foot up and down his length. “Austin,” I began, his eyes closing as he pushed against my foot. Even though I was dying to feel that part of him on other, more sensitive areas of my body, my conscience was attempting to override the adrenaline rushing to my brain.

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured me. His hand released my foot and he watched me, waiting for my next move.

  I slipped my foot back to his stomach, my momentary hesitation vanishing as I explored the firm muscles of his abs. “I want to,” I said, moving my foot back to his cock, his eyes darkening with desire as I touched him with my toes. He grabbed my calf and tugged me toward him, guiding my legs around his waist. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders as we met in the middle, my lungs sucking in some necessary oxygen. Our faces were inches apart, and I traced my hands around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine.

  His tongue slipped inside my mouth, hot and teasing. I groaned as we pressed together, skin blazing wherever we touched, matching his kisses stroke for stroke. A shudder ran through me as the most sensitive areas of our bodies crushed together, arousal coursing through my veins. I found myself wishing we were already naked so he could pump right into me. My nipples tightened as his hands found my breasts, and I reached back and unhooked my bra, tossing it onto the deck. He lifted me out of the water so he could see my tits, humming his appreciation as he circled around one nipple with his thumb. “God, they’re fucking perfect, Lexi,” he said, sinking down to take a pink bud between his lips.

  My head fell back as he swirled his tongue around the taut peak, sucking hard into his mouth. He switched to the other side, filling his hand with the breast he’d just abandoned. My fingers drifted down his stomach to the bulge in his shorts, and he sucked in a breath as I rubbed him. His suit was making it difficult to get a good grip on what I wanted, so I ripped open the Velcro fly and pulled it down over his hips. I grabbed a handful of cock and he growled, leaning forward and nipping my lower lip between his teeth. He tasted like beer and hot sex, and I stroked his length, matching the rhythm with my tongue in his mouth. He moaned, the vibrations shooting down into my throbbing clit.

  He pushed my panties aside, and one finger slid easily into my wet, waiting core. I gasped, clutching his shoulders as he pumped into me a few times before adding a second finger. “Ahh!” I breathed, squeezing his fingers while he expertly rubbed my clit with his thumb. “Damn, that feels good.”

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, stroking his tongue back into my mouth for a taste. “I want you, Lexi.” Suddenly, I remembered I’d been off the Pill for months.

  “I want you, too,” I began, “but we need a condom.”

  “Shit, I don’t know if I have one, I’d have to look. But I don’t want you to stop touching my cock. It feels fucking amazing.” Judging by the way he was twitching and moaning, I figured all he needed was a little something to push him over the edge, so I reached down between us and tickled his testicles.

  He groaned, long and low, and rested his forehead against mine, squeezing my ass with one hand as his whole body tensed. Balls tight, he came hard, chuckling as his spasms died down. “Fuck, Lexi, I think the last time I came from a hand job was when I was in high school.”

  I giggled. “I think the last time I gave a hand job in a hot tub was when I was in high school.”

  He pulled me closer, and I wrapped my legs around him once more, disappointed I no
longer had anything hard to grind against. My disappointment didn’t last long. “I’m told the jets in these tubs can do more than make bubbles,” he hinted. He kissed me, sucking on my lower lip.

  My insides melted. “Oh yeah?” I prodded.

  “Mmm hmm. Let me show you.” Turning me around to face the beach, he guided me up to the edge of the hot tub, a powerful jet right in front of me. Brushing his hand down my belly, he pushed my panties off, tugging me back to lean against his chest. A surge of lust saturated every cell in my body, and I knew I was completely at his mercy tonight. He nudged my legs apart and moved me into position in front of the jet. The water rushed against my clit, and I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “How does that feel?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear.

  “Not as good as your cock would feel, but I’ll take it,” I answered.

  “How about this instead?” His fingers found my clit and soon his thumb slid inside me from behind, pushing right against my sensitive G-spot. I gripped the edge of the hot tub and whimpered.

  “Oh yeah, that’s good. Really good,” I breathed, relaxing back into his chest. He pressed his lips against my neck, sucking gently as he applied just the right amount of pressure with his thumb. His free hand caressed my breasts, pulling on my nipples. Between the water streaming from the jet and his rhythmic massaging of my tight cluster of nerve endings, my orgasm built quickly. His fingers brushed across my clit and sent me over the edge, my head falling onto his shoulder. He held me tight as I pulsed with the spasms of a crazy strong orgasm, his thumb continuing to rub me. As I calmed down, he slowed his pace, returning his fingers to my swollen bud to extend the waves of pleasure still rolling through my body. When I was finally finished, I turned toward him and sucked his earlobe between my lips. “That was fucking amazing,” I sighed.

  “Good,” he grumbled, guiding me away from the jet and sliding his hands across my belly, pulling me to him. He settled into the long bucket seat on one side of the hot tub and held me on his lap. He was ready to go again. His hands roamed over my body, stroking every inch of skin he could reach. I closed my eyes, loving the way his touch sent shivers up my spine.

  “Watching you come made me want you even more,” he whispered into my ear. Lust coiled deep inside my gut.

  I arched my back and rubbed my ass against his cock, his hands tightening on my hips. “If you can find a condom, you can fuck me all night long.”

  He nudged me to the side, water sloshing in waves around the tub. “I’ll find one. I’ll drive to the fucking store if I have to,” he swore, leaping out of the hot tub and landing on the deck, his raging hard on bobbing in front of him. Completely naked, he looked exactly like the Adonis statue. If Adonis had a hard on. And a big cock.

  I laughed, taking in the beautiful sight of him completely naked as he helped me climb out. “I’ll be in the shower washing off the chlorine. You know where to find me.” As soon as my feet hit the deck I was in his arms, tongues twisting and hands roaming greedily. If we kept this up, we’d be fucking on the deck within seconds. Not to mention the fact that anyone who might happen to be walking by on the beach had a clear view of us buck naked, necking like teenagers in heat. Hands on his chest, I broke off the kiss and pushed him away. He looked at me with a crazed expression in his eyes, coming back toward me for more, but I pushed him away again. “Go!”

  He grabbed a towel and tossed it to me, wrapping the other around his waist as he charged through the sliding glass door. I followed him, tucking my towel around me, laughing to myself as I headed toward the bathroom. Austin was a man on a mission, and I heard him rummaging around his bedroom closet as he mumbled to himself. I leaned into the massive shower, turning on the water and stepping back to let it warm up. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him head from his bedroom to his office, pausing when he saw me standing at the door of the shower. “Any luck?” I asked.

  “Not yet,” he replied, sounding frustrated.

  “Keep looking,” I teased, and dropped my towel, stepping into the shower. I watched his eyes wander over my body, lips parted in anticipation.

  “So not fair,” he growled, rushing out of view. I turned to the spray of hot water streaming out of the showerhead, relishing the way it felt against my skin. All of a sudden, a rush of cold air swept over my back and Austin stepped in behind me, pulling me back against his chest, hands sliding up my stomach to grab both breasts. Between the fingers of one hand was a foil packet, and I’d never been so happy to see a condom in my life. “Jackpot,” he said against my ear, one hand moving across my belly.

  “Please tell me there’s more than one,” I begged, rocking my hips against what I wanted inside me so badly, I was ready to turn around and jump him.

  “There’s three,” he whispered, spinning me around and trailing his smoldering gaze from my neck to my knees. Blood rushed past my ears, and he pressed me against the tile, ice cold against my blazing skin. One hand drifted between my legs, fingers dipping inside me before pulling out to tease my clit. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, and a noise rose from deep in his throat as he claimed my mouth. I smoothed my palm down his chest and wrapped my fingers around his length, my strokes lazy yet deliberate. Lips parted, we watched my hand pump him, and I wondered how long we could hold out before we both lost our minds. Another minute and I’d probably be demanding to be fucked.

  We’d clearly been having the exact same thought, because just then he pulled away, reaching for the condom he’d dropped on the shower floor. Ripping it open, he sheathed himself and turned to me. I wrapped one leg around his waist and positioned his head against my wet, greedy core. “You ready?” he asked, gaze steady with mine. I nodded, tilting my hips to push onto his tip. Nothing could have prepared me for the jolt of pleasure that curled through my body as he filled me. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and shifting my hips so I could push him deeper. His hand gripped the back of my thigh and he lifted me, draping my other leg around his waist. He moaned, his head falling back as both hands gripped my ass to pull me snuggly against his cock. I rolled my hips in a circle, grinding against him, and we simultaneously moved in for a kiss. Our lips hovered a centimeter apart as we gasped for breath, preparing ourselves for the onslaught of ecstasy that was about to happen.

  His hands had a firm grip on my hips, and his strength allowed him to effortlessly fuck me where he stood. My recent orgasm made me much more sensitive than usual, and the sensations tingling through my body made my toes curl. He paused and switched off the water, stepping through the shower door and heading for his bedroom. “I want you in my bed,” he said, locking eyes with me. I shivered, partly because of the cold air against my wet skin, partly because of the intensity I saw in his eyes.

  The bed was a fluffy cloud beneath my back, and I sank into the comforter as the weight of his body pressed me down. Within seconds, he’d set a steady rhythm, and as I raised my hips to meet his, I felt the pressure start to build inside me. “Your cock feels amazing,” I whispered in his ear, and he growled and picked up his pace. I pulled his face closer and kissed him, swiping my tongue through his mouth, moaning when he buried himself balls deep. “I want to get on top,” I told him, pushing him over and tumbling on top as he rolled. Once our bodies were reunited, I circled my hips, savoring the feel of his rock hard length on different nerve endings inside of me. He watched through heavily lidded eyes as I took one of his hands and smoothed it over my body, from my hip to my mouth, stopping to suck on one of his fingers.

  “Oh my God, you feel incredible,” he panted, his gaze trailing along the blazing path his hand made back to my hip. He tucked his hand against my butt cheek and rolled me onto my back, bodies still attached as he shifted closer to pump deep into my core. His fingers intertwined with mine, raising my arms above my head as he pinned me to the mattress, driving into me possessively. On his last thrust he cranked his hips in a circle, igniting a bonfire of nerve endings inside my walls. He pulled out and flipped me
onto my stomach, clutching my hips to pull me to my knees. I cried out when he shoved back into me, shocked by the different sensations this angle provided. It seemed every new position we tried touched places no one else had never reached. His hand came between my legs as he moved, and his fingers on my clit pushed me closer to the edge. I pumped my ass back to meet his every thrust, and it wasn’t long before an orgasm ripped through my body. He was right behind me, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulsed against me. His hand trailed down my spine and over my hip, squeezing my ass before he pulled out.

  We collapsed flat on our backs, panting for air. His hand found mine and we lay there, holding hands as our heart rates slowed. It was such a small gesture, but the tenderness of it surprised me. Casual sex rarely crossed the line into affection, but Austin had a way of making me feel special. He was a rare breed: gorgeous, sexy, and a total sweetheart.

  As if to prove this point, he rolled toward me, splaying his hand across my belly and turning me to face him. We kissed, sweet lingering kisses, and he pulled me closer, fitting his body against mine. I slid my knee between his thighs and nuzzled into him.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you,” he said, grazing his fingertips down my spine, over my hip, and back up again.

  “Me too,” I agreed. “You don’t know how many times I had to stop myself from kissing you.”

  “Same here.” He kissed me again, and we lay in satisfied silence for a couple minutes. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t move,” he instructed, rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom. I stretched out across his bed, squeezing my thighs together, the aftershock of sensations sending a shudder through my body. Austin was an incredible lover. I watched him stroll back to bed, smiling as I took a mental picture of his jaw-dropping physique. He snuggled close, turning me so we could spoon. His arm settled under my neck, and he reached for the hand of my outstretched arm, interlacing his fingers with mine. I sighed and sank back against his body. “You are so incredibly sexy. You were even better than I imagined,” he said quietly into my ear. “And this body…” His hand traced from my thigh to my belly, coming to a stop as he cupped my breast.