12
Bailey
“I’m ready, Ryker,” I moaned, sucking on his bottom lip.
He groaned. “f**k, angel, you’re killing me.”
Glancing around the beach, as much as I wanted to give in to my impulses, having s*x out in the open wasn’t our best option. “Let’s go inside.”
He kissed me hard, fingers digging into my hips, before he pulled back. “You’ll have to give me a minute.”
Holding back my snicker, I detached from him and waited until he calmed down enough to get out of the water. By the time we got up to the beach house, we were covered in sand. Before going inside, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into the shower. The water started out cold, cooling my burning skin, but it did nothing to calm the ache between my legs.
Without words, he ripped off my bikini top. Kicking off his shorts, he
