Nick leaned forward to kiss her again. The moment their lips touched, an electric shock shot through his system. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him.
"Not here," she whispered.
"Okay." Nick's voice was hoarse, even to his own ears.
He took her hand and waded through the water, further away from the beach, Abbey trailing behind him. She didn't resist.
"Where are we going?"
He turned to look at her over his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Far enough out for privacy. Total privacy."
Her big blue eyes stared at him. "Why?"
"You know why," he murmured.
"Tell me," she said thickly.
"Because I'm going to make love to you in the water, in front of a beach full of people."
CHAPTER 6
Abbey's pulse quickened. He wouldn't. Would he?
The further away from the beach they got and the higher the water rose, the more she thought he actually meant what he said.
By the time the water covered her br**sts, they were almost alone, although it still wasn't overly private. Damien kept wading, holding her hand beneath the water.
"You're not kidding, are you?"
He turned, stopped, and picked her up. He glanced around.
"Just a little further. But it'll probably be over your head." He glanced down at her and grinned. "Hold on."
Abbey had no intention of letting go. Not with the muscles in his arms and chest flexing against her br**sts. His body was fabulous beneath her —glistening droplets of water beaded across broad shoulders, the hairs on his chest barely hiding the erect ni**les, the hard muscles.
She skimmed her fingers across one shoulder, brushing off the drops, touching his warm skin. He felt good. No, he felt fantastic.
Her dress floated around her body, revealing everything from her waist down. She didn't care. Damien was holding her, one hand around her waist, the other below her bottom. He squeezed, caressed her flesh. Her skin puckered into tiny goose bumps.
She could hear his breathing quickening and wondered whether hers was too. She kissed him lightly on the neck, tasting the salt of the sea on his skin. She nibbled his ear and heard him suck in a deep breath.
Her fingers massaged his shoulders, around to the back of his neck, into his hair where she grabbed a fist full and pulled his head back. She kissed him on the lips. He kissed her fiercely back.
Then he stopped. The water lapped at his shoulders.
"This will have to do," he whispered. "I can't wait any longer."
"Neither can I."
He shifted his arms and drew her around to face him. He held her tightly and she locked her legs around his waist. The only part of them above water was their necks and heads. There was no one within earshot although they would be clearly visible from the beach.
Abbey could feel Damien's hardness inside his shorts, prodding her. He was throbbing as he rubbed himself along her thigh, setting a rhythm.
He kissed her fiercely, deeply. She loved the way he tasted. She loved the feel of his tongue—silken, exploring her, devouring her. No man had ever kissed her with such hunger before.
He kissed her lips, her chin, descended to taste her throat. She bent her head back, dipping her hair into the water, and moaned at the way his lips felt against the sensitive flesh.
"Abbey," he whispered. "I want you, Abbey. So much."
As one hand held her, the other came round to fondle her br**sts beneath the water. With his touch and the cool water, it didn't take long before they elongated into points, despite the barrier of her dress.
She arched her body into him, thrusting her ni**les into his chest. She wanted his hand to go on, and he drew in a breath through his teeth.
He nuzzled her throat, kissing and licking her, while his hand worked. He unbuttoned the dress to her waist and it fell away. His hand delved inside. He cupped a breast beneath the water, squeezed, teased the nipple through her bra.
Then, as if he couldn't stand the fabric barrier any longer, his hand shoved aside the bra and flesh met flesh.
The sensations came thick and fast. The heat coursed from her ni**les to her thighs, made her hot little nub ache for him. Abbey felt like she was burning up, from the inside out, and suddenly she couldn't control herself any longer. She moaned as he rubbed her br**sts, played with the ni**les, first one then the other.
"Yes," she whispered.
She wanted him. She wanted to take him in front of everyone.
She fumbled with his shorts, drawing them down far enough so his erection bobbed free. She clutched it and stroked along the thick shaft. He gasped in her ear and his hand tightened around her breast.
"Now," he whispered hoarsely.
But Abbey wanted the pleasure to last. She wanted to tease him the way he was teasing her. She laced her fingers around him, circling him, and gently pushed down the shaft to the base, then slowly back again.
She thought she heard him whimper. When his hand slowed at her breast, then rested, cupping one, she knew she had him close to the edge. His breathing became heavy, his heart thumped against hers, and his whispers more urgent.
"Abbey. Yes, yes... oh, yes."
Then, as if his self control had suddenly awoken, his hand moved from her breast, down to her panties. A finger explored around the lacy edge. He pushed aside the fabric and his fingers delved inside. When he touched her swollen core, Abbey gasped and her thighs convulsed, sending the water lapping around their shoulders.
She kissed him hard on the lips without letting go of his thick erection. She continued her massaging, her cupping and rubbing, and his own stroking intensified, as if urged on by his growing desire.
When a long finger slipped inside her, Abbey bit his lip, her body instinctively pushing into him so the finger could go deeper. The hot pulses inside her quickened and expanded. A muscle convulsed in anticipation.
The finger eased out, slowly, excruciatingly slowly.
"No, don't stop," she whispered against his lips. Her own stroking increased as if to encourage him, and she heard him catch his breath.
The palm cupping her dragged against her, rubbing the engorged nub and again Abbey's thighs convulsed. Then, without warning, not one but two fingers shot into her.
The palm rubbed, teasingly touched the sensitive spot, as the fingers drew in and out, sending her into a frenzy.
Damien grunted, sucked in two quick, ragged breaths and withdrew his hand, at the same time removing hers from his throbbing erection. Then with a hard, desperate thrust of his hips, he dove into her to the hilt and let out a long, low growl.
The water at their shoulders sloshed as they moved together, lips and bodies locked in a wet, hot kiss until convulsions gripped them both.