MAYA’S POV
His mouth moved over mine like he’d been holding back for long and had finally given in. His hands found my hips, rough and certain, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us.
I could feel how hard he was. I pressed myself against it slowly, and his grip on me tightened.
“Careful,” he warned against my mouth.
“I don’t want careful, daddy,” I whispered.
One of his hands slid up my side, over my ribs, and closed around my breast. He groaned when he felt how hard my n****e was through the thin bikini top.
I moaned and bit my lips.
“That's what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low and wrecked.
“Not even close,” I said.
I reached between us and palmed him through his jeans. He swore and his head dropped to my neck, his mouth hot against my skin.
I arched
