I dip a gentle kiss into the hollow of her neck and feel her whole body shiver. “I’m not going to punish you,” I lick up the slim column of her throat, finding her ear to nip and tease, whispering low.

“I’m going to make you come your brains out.”

Lacey’s body shocks in my arms, and then I capture her mouth in a blazing kiss.

God, she tastes so good, the sweetness of her scent and the burning traces of tequila, intoxicating. Dangerous. I groan, parting her lips and plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, devouring her. Lacey gasps against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her br**sts against my body, moulding to my form. I kiss her harder, gripping the soft flesh of her thighs to wrap her legs around my waist, feeling the ache of my c**k screaming for release, pressed between her thighs.

I could drown like this, the cold water lapping sensually at our bodies; the dim light and hush leaving nothing but our gasps, ravenous, hungry for more. Lacey bucks against me, and I can feel the tight buds of her ni**les, hard against my chest. God, I want to feel every inch of her, taste those stiff, rosy ni**les; make her scream and pant. I slide a hand up between us, grazing her br**sts, then stroking, harder, palming the weight of them, so lush and f**king perfect. Lacey gasps against my mouth, and I close my thumb and forefinger around her nipple, squeezing, rolling the sensitive nub until she throws back her head and cries out with need.

Fuck.

I growl, dipping my head, biting and licking at her neck as I reach lower, sliding up her thigh, finding the blazing heart of her, so wet and ready. She lifts her head to meet my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright and dazed, liquid with desire. So alive. So beautiful. So f**king beautiful.

I slowly stroke across her tender skin.

Lacey’s mouth drops open in a silent gasp. I hold her gaze, seeing everything, every tremor that rolls across her face as I stroke again, slow, deep circles, over and over that make Lacey whimper and writhe in my arms.

Jesus. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, watching her feel this, sending her closer to the edge. She’s tight, so wet I could lose myself here forever, but I want more, my whole body is demanding more. All of her. Now.

I lock my arm around her waist and then kick off for the side of the pool, moving us to the shallow water. I lift her body, laying her out beneath me on the steps. Her skin glistens with the water, luscious curves temping me in the moonlight, but I force myself to take a ragged breath and hold back.

Not yet, not yet.

I kiss her, deep, running a possessive hand over her skin, from the curve of her neck down over her br**sts, tracing, teasing, until Lacey is moaning into my mouth, her body bucking under my touch. I trace lower, back to that wet, aching spot that makes her tremble, stroking her again and again so she’s panting and undone. I want to turn her inside out, make her beg for me. I want her crazy and wanting, as reckless as she’s made me.

“Daniel!”

Her voice echoes in a desperate cry as I close my lips around her nipple and suck.

Fuck. She feels so good, pert and sweet in my mouth. I flick my tongue against her nipple and she cries out again, her body rising against my hands, tense and aching. She’s close, I can feel it in the quick pants of her breaths, the sound of her moans. My c**k aches, my whole body is a haze of lust, and I swear, I’ve never felt so f**king alive, driving her wild here in the hushed blue light.

I need her.

I kiss her mouth again, hard, branding myself on her lips. I keep stroking between us, relentless, finding that secret spot, the tender nub, gently tormenting her with my fingers over and over until she’s writhing and crazy.

Then I stop.

Lacey’s eyes flash open. She whimpers with need, but I hold back, braced above her, feeling her body clench and buck against my hand. I watch her gorgeous face, feeling a surge of power that could blot out the sun.

I’m making her feel this way. I’m the one driving her wild. My hands, my body.

Lacey moans again, needy, and I gasp for air. The desire crashing through me is a revelation, something wild and primal, from a dark, dangerous place inside me I never even knew existed. I want to throw her down and bury myself inside her, over and over. I want to f**k her brains out, until I’m the only one, the only one she ever wants.

I want to own her, completely.

Mine.

The thought slips through the haze of lust, but I don’t have time to register it, not when I’m about two seconds from losing all control. I let out a groan, lowering my mouth to claim hers again, and stroking between her thighs, swift strong circles against her, feeling her body rise to me again until I slide one, then two fingers deep inside her.

Lacey moans.

I feel her body clench around me and I’m lost, undone, spiraling out into some other reality where nothing matters but her taste and flesh and shuddering skin and the pulse of me, inside her, curling higher until I find it, there, just right, and she she shatters with a cry.

Jesus.

I catch my breath, dizzy. My mind is still black with lust and I know, I can’t take it anymore, not a single second more without burying my c**k inside her, hard and fast. I position myself above her body, parting her thighs wider, ready to slam myself in her body and send her to heaven again—

“Hey!” A foreign shout splinters through my haze. “You, over there!”

***

I jerk my head up in time to see light blazing through an open door at the other end of the pool. A security guard shines his torch over towards us, paused, uncertain.

“Fuck!” Daniel curses. My orgasm is still pulsing through me, a giddy heaven in my veins, but I manage to roll out from under him in a flash and dive for our pile of discarded clothing. Daniel seems frozen, unsure what to do, and I realize that a good boy like him would probably wait around and surrender rather than run.