Page 73 of Against The Tide

“How wet?” I suck her lobe into my mouth, biting down as she sputters an almost silent curse. “How. Wet?”

“S-soaked.”

“Fuck, I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my tongue until you’re all I’ll ever taste.”

“Oh God,” she cries softly as I continue bucking into her and working her over me.

My insides are buzzing. Scorching. The need in my veins coils tighter around my bones.

“And then I want to fuck you deep and hard, until you litter the air with curses and scream my fucking name so loud that it’s all I’ll ever hear.”

Her breaths jamb together, one crashing into the other as her body begins to shake and low curses fall from her lips. My balls tighten, aching and throbbing.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck…

Everything begins to haze at the edges, and our jagged moves become tougher to pace and control. And then she does it.

Avery screams my name. The garbled sound echoes around us over and over again, and I’m done. White wash of heat wrenches through me, and I’m done. Coming so hard in my pants that my vision whites out, every muscle in my body locking tight with the taste of her sweat on my tongue, her pulse thrumming beneath my lips, and her soft scent filling my lungs.

Goddamn.

I haven’t lost control like that since I was a teenager, and I don’t give a single fuck.

“Oh my…my...my…” Avery’s still trembling as she nuzzles deeper into my neck. “Rhett…Doc…that was…wow…”

Fucking perfection.

I could live in this moment forever. I want to be with her like this forever. To have her in my arms. To be the reason she falls apart. To be the one that makes her feel like the goddess she is. There is nothing I need more than this woman and all the good she’s brought into my life.

When I open my eyes, the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, and the last vestiture of light is the golden rays marled through the darkened sky. The sound of the waves lapping at the boat drowns out Avery’s raspy breaths as she settles into me.

“It’s going to rain,” she murmurs with her face still tucked into the crook of my neck. “The air is sweet.”

Shit, I checked the weather all day, but like the flatline, a fat drop of rain lands on Avery’s cheek when she sits up. Sure enough, another follows before we’re both on our feet and packing away the untouched food. Another one falls, followed by another and another as I open the hatch and throw the blanket and cushions down into it.

“We’re going to have to run,” I tell her, taking the basket from her.

We walk around to the jetty. The water is already lapping over it, and the tide has come in completely. For a moment I’m tempted to take her below deck and wait for the rain to pass, only there’s a rumble behind us. A storm is sweeping in. I should’ve known given how muggy it’s been all day.

Pulling my shoes off, I tuck them under my arms, before I jump down to the jetty. With the tide all the way in, the boat is a few feet higher.

Avery squeals when I tug her to me and drape her over my shoulder. “Oh my God! Don’t drop me! Do not drop me, Rhett Reynolds!”

No other woman that’s passed through my life would find this funny, would laugh and embrace the crazy turn of events, but she does. And I fucking love it. The sounds she makes as I stride toward the rocks. The way one of her hands grips onto my back so hard that my cock throbs with the frisson of heated pain that zaps to it.

“It’s so cold,” Avery shrieks with a shudder as I walk us through the shallows by the cliff to the path we walked down earlier.

The rain is getting heavier, and the rumble is coming closer. But she’s still vibrating with happiness when I put her down on her bare feet and follow her up to my car. She rounds to the trunk after me, where we dump the basket before I walk her to the passenger side.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her when I manage to get a good look at her. It’s more of a groan as my eyes scan her soaked-through dress.

The white cotton has become almost translucent, and I can’t look away from the way her nipples have hardened and their shadow leaves barely anything to my imagination, the fabric clinging to her thighs heavily.

“I love the rain.” She shudders, swiping at her loose hair as I shuffle closer. When I grasp her waist, she rasps, “It’s a good omen.”

Her eyes roam down my chest, and her hand falls to rest over my stomach, fingers splaying over the grooves with a needy sigh.

“Yeah?”