Free Passionate Addiction by Eden Summers Page B

bass guitarist didn’t seem secure, though. He held too many secrets and made too many mistakes to ever feel like his place within the group would last forever. One day his skeletons would fall from the closet, and he’d be kicked to the curb without a second glance.
    Now, here with Gabi, he knew he had someone to belong to. A person he yearned to make a permanent fixture in his life, even if he didn’t deserve it.
    “You’re a tease,” he whispered into her ear, jumping over the first waist high wave. He needed to keep moving, to drown himself under the salt water until blood flow went back into his brain, instead of his cock.
    She chuckled and kissed his jaw. “Maybe.”
    Maybe? He looked down at her and took another hit of water. “That was deliberate?”
    Her grin widened.
    “The tits in my face? The rubbing up against me? The smallest fucking bikini known to man? You did all that on purpose?”
    Her cheeks lifted, her smile growing to show dazzling white teeth as she shrugged.
    Minx. “You’ll pay, my gorgeous angel.” He leaned into her, the water now lapping at his chest, and took her lips with his own. There was nothing delicate about his kiss. It was hard, unyielding and unremorseful, just like the thickness growing between his legs.
    Gabi clung to him, hitching her thighs around his waist, sparking his arousal to new heights. The lust and love he held for this woman beat so hard through his veins that he wanted to kneel at her feet and beg her to be his. Not for a weekend. Not for a month. Forever.
    She broke the connection with a gasp and glanced behind him. “Wave!” she shouted, then pushed off his chest, diving into the deep blue.
    He had a second to peer over his shoulder and follow her under before the water crashed, pounding at his kicking ankles. When he came up for air, Gabi was in front of him, her shoulder length hair now slicked back in light curls.
    “Come out further. There won’t be as many waves.” She grabbed his hand, entwining their fingers while they walked to deeper water.
    When another swell formed, she released her hold and dived under the approaching rush—so fluid and lithe. This time when he dived after her, he opened his eyes, ignoring the sting of salt water, and grasped her around the waist. She didn’t flinch, didn’t even falter as he pulled her into his arms and brought them up for air.
    He gave her a second to catch her breath before he plastered his mouth against hers, his tongue delving between her lips. His chest rumbled, voicing the fierce demand his body made for this woman. He didn’t care if he drowned in the process of kissing her. Breath seemed like a far second to passion in his current state.
    She wrapped her legs around him again, grinding her heat against his length. His body jolted with the pleasure, demanding him to pull her bikini to the side and take her. Right here. Right now. Surrounded by surfers and swimmers and parents and children.
    Fuck the world. They didn’t matter. Nothing did. Except Gabi. Her sweet body milking him, taking him to a place he’d never been before.
    He deepened the kiss, gripping the back of her head with his hand, while the other grasped her ass. The pull of the ocean tugged against his thighs and he broke their connected mouths to find a massive wave forming.
    “We’ll make it over.” Gabi released her grip on his body and swam ahead, rushing to get over the wave before it broke.
    He took off after her, trying damn hard to ignore the erection-made rudder that slowed his progress. They both reached the top of the wave as it began to break and sailed down the back end, a yard apart, staring at each other with feverish need.
    When the water leveled, he dived under again, resurfacing against her body. He didn’t have time to kiss her or grasp her hips, before she was on him, her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his chest. Her touch slid lower, over his waist, to grab his cock, causing him to jerk.
    “Holy hell.”