Love Bug (The Prescotts Book 3) by Tara Wyatt (electric book reader .TXT) 📗

She glanced down, once again running her fingers over the stones in the pendant. “Max, this is beautiful, but it’s too much,” she murmured, that feeling of overwhelm creeping back up.

He nuzzled his nose against her neck. “It’s not. Nothing’s enough for you, angel. Nothing.”

She sighed, swaying back against him. “Then thank you. This is the most beautiful gift.”

He spun her to face him. “I like spoiling you. Now, how do you want to spend the afternoon?”

Still fingering the pendant, she tilted her head, considering. The beach beckoned, but she wanted him all to herself right now. “Let’s check out the pool.”

Less than ten minutes later, they were down by the pool, Max in the same red swim trunks he’d worn to the company beach day she’d so often fantasized about, and Willa in a strappy black bikini that barely covered the bits it needed to cover. She’d bought it last year, but had always felt too self-conscious to wear it—until now. When she’d emerged from the bathroom wearing it, Max had nearly swallowed his tongue.

Dropping her towel onto one of the chaise lounges facing the pool, she dove into the cool blue water, kicking her legs until she reached the bottom, her fingers brushing against the smooth tile, and only then did she torpedo her way to the surface, erupting with a splash. Wiping the water out of her eyes, she saw Max coming out onto the terrace, a tray laden with food in his hands, along with a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

“Where did all of that come from?” she asked. She’d assumed they’d have to go into town to get food, as they hadn’t brought any with them.

“I had the property manager stock the fridge for the weekend,” he said with a simple shrug, as though it were obvious. He set the tray down and then sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. Even though they’d been together for a month and they’d had sex dozens of times now, her stomach still fluttered at the sight of him, at how sexy he was. Her pulse picked up speed and she shook her head slightly as she took him in, still a bit incredulous that he was hers.

He popped the cork on the champagne and then poured them each a glass. She took a sip then tipped her head back, letting the sun warm her face as she half-floated, the bubbles tickling her throat.

“This feels so decadent,” she said, letting out a happy sigh.

“Mmm,” he said, his voice rumbling in a way that had her eyes snapping open. He was staring at her with a ravenous expression on his face, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “You’re killing me in that bikini, angel.”

She rose up out of the water, her skin pebbling as the air brushed over it. “You really like it, huh?”

“I do. Come here.” She did, and as soon as she was within reach, he set his glass down and grasped her waist, lifting her out of the water and setting her down on the edge of the pool beside him. Then he slipped into the water and moved between her legs, his broad shoulders wedging her knees apart. He tugged on one of the strappy ties at her hip. “I was going to wait,” he said, his fingers moving to the other tie. “But that doesn’t seem to be my forte this weekend.”

He pulled on the other tie, undoing her bikini bottoms. With agonizing slowness, he moved the fabric aside, exposing her pussy. “So fucking pretty, angel,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And all mine.”

He leaned forward and closed his mouth over her, the heat of his tongue scorching after the coolness of the water. She let out a long moan and leaned back on her elbows, shivering as his curls brushed the insides of her thighs. He licked her slowly, teasing her, apparently in no rush to get her off. Lapping and kissing and sucking as though she were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Just when he’d start to build her up, he’d back away, teasing her with long licks and kisses along the seam of her thighs. He did it again and again, until she thought she might die if she didn’t come soon, the throbbing pressure inside her was so intense.

“Please, Max,” she whimpered, thrusting her hands into his hair, his curls spilling across her fingers. “Please make me come, baby.”

He made a low growling sound and sucked her clit into his mouth, working it in exactly the way she needed. Over the past month, he’d turned figuring out her body into both an art and a science, making her come again and again with precision and finesse. The pressure inside her built, twisting her higher and higher and this time he didn’t let up, only kept sucking and kissing her clit the way she loved. Her legs started to shake, her fingers tight in his hair as the first wave of her orgasm crested over her in hot, heavy throbs, the intensity of them stealing her breath. Stealing her thoughts. Stealing her ability to do anything except feel and shake and come against Max’s talented mouth. She moaned his name loud enough that even though they were secluded, it was entirely possible someone might have heard.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped as he nipped and sucked at her, wringing out the last drops of her pleasure. “Come here.” He lifted her back into the pool and she wrapped herself around him as he kissed her. “You’re so damn beautiful, Willa.”

“You make me feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“Gonna keep doing it for a long time, angel.” She could tell from the way his eyes held hers that he meant forever.

He meant forever.

Max tucked Willa’s hand into his as they walked down Old Montauk Highway, softly lit houses nestled into the hills on their