Free Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4] by Lily Graison Page B

knowing look, tightening her legs around him and rubbing herself against his growing erection.
    “It feels as if parts of you are warming,” she said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
    “You keep doing that and you’ll find out exactly how warm it can get.”
    Trying to tread water with her added weight, slight as it was, was dragging him under. The second time his head sank below the surface, she let go of him and swam away. “I thought you were going to warm me up, Faith?”
    “What good will it do you if I drown you in the process?”
    He swam toward her, grinning when she turned and dove in, her pert little ass shining in the bright noonday sun before disappearing under the water. He followed her, watching her emerge near the bank. When he reached her, and his feet finally hit the silky bottom of the pond, she swam back to him.
    “Feet on the bottom now?” she asked.
    He nodded his head, reaching for her when she neared him. “Come here,” he said. “I think you’ve tortured me long enough.”
    “Torture?” she said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    He laughed and guided her legs back around his waist and moaned when she ground her hips against him. He palmed her ass, holding her to him with his cock nestled between them. “That kind of torture,” he said, pushing his hips forward into her. “I haven’t been with a woman in three months, Faith. Not since the day you left me in Vegas and here you are, stripping in front of me, then taunting me with those perky tits and firm, round ass.” He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Her nails bit into his shoulders before crawling into his hair. “Rubbing that sweet little pussy all over me. You’re driving me crazy.”
    Her arms tightened around his neck, her lips peppering kisses across his face. “Then what are you waiting for?” she whispered, her tongue tracing his lips. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
    He couldn’t get out of the water fast enough. The muddy bottom of the pond seemed to drag him back two steps for every one he took. When the cool grass was under his feet, he carried her toward their clothes before dropping to his knees.
    The kiss she gave him sucked nearly every ounce of air from his lungs. His chest felt ready to explode by the time she pulled back, gasping for air as her greedy little fingers caressed every inch of skin she could reach. He lowered her to the ground, his lips sliding across her skin before latching around her nipple. She arched her back, her fingers tugging at his hair and her hips rising, that hot little treasure between her legs teasing the head of his cock.
    “Faith, I won’t last if you don’t sit still,” he said, grabbing her hip and trying to stop her from moving. “It’s been too long.”
    “It’s been just as long for me,” she whimpered, grabbing his head with both hands and kissing him. “Please, Mick. I need you. I want you inside me.”
    His dick throbbed painfully at her words. He lifted her, sitting up and forcing her legs across his lap. One quick push and he was inside. She gasped at the intrusion, her fingers tightening on his shoulders and when she opened her eyes and looked at him, grinding her hips against him, he knew he’d do whatever it took to keep her. Drunk induced marriage or not, he wanted her. She was his and he intended on keeping her.
    He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up slightly before lifting his hips, penetrating her completely before lowering himself. He grunted as he filled her, feeling her muscles tighten around his cock as he drove up into her faster, harder, listening to her breath catch. He palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers before sucking it into his mouth. The audible smack of wet flesh the only sound other than their mingled harsh breaths. Her hips moved faster, her nails biting into his flesh until he looked up at her. She was staring down at him and with every silky slide into