"We're in public." I looked around, but no one could really see us where we stood. We were almost directly in the middle of the crowd, but we were far enough hidden away that no one was paying us one bit of attention.
"I don't care, princess." He snaked his hand up into my hair, and I let my hair fall back against the machine. "I need you."
He was out of his mind. He hadn't stopped touching me since we had arrived. "Beck."
"Yes?" He was still kissing me, running his lips and tongue over my skin, and I felt like I was going insane. I knew that we shouldn't be doing this here, but God, I wanted him just as badly as he said he wanted me. I felt irrational in my want for him. In my need.
"We can't do this here." I chuckled as I clung to him harder. He pressed his thigh between mine, and I thought I was going to die from the friction. I needed more. More of this, more of him, more of anything he was willing to give me.
He leaned back to look at me, then tugged me forward. He didn't stop until we walked down the long pier of the boardwalk and onto the beach. And I didn't stop him.
I didn't stop him as the sand flew up around his stomping steps or as he found a spot on the beach that was mostly abandoned. I definitely didn't stop him as he sat down in the sand or when he pulled me down over him until my knees straddled his lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I stared down at him, and he was looking up at me with so much want that it was intoxicating.
"I'm so glad you're here." He tugged me impossibly closer to him, and I groaned as our bodies connected.
"I'm glad I'm here too." I nodded and let my fingers slip down his neck.
"And are you glad you're mine?" he teased me, and I couldn't deny him anymore. I couldn't pretend that I was anything other than his.
"Of course, I am."
He pushed forward, bringing his mouth to mine, and this kiss was much slower than the one before. This kiss was deliberate and seductive and made me feel like I was falling apart in his hands.
He ran his fingers down my back, and I couldn't stop myself as I rocked against him. My knees dug into the sand, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be closer to him. I wanted to forget where he began and I ended.
I wanted to forget that there was anything other than the two of us.
And he let me.
He held me as I fell into the kiss and he guided me as I rolled my hips against his. He felt as desperate as I did. The two of us not caring that there were plenty of people around us that we should have been aware of.
I couldn't bring myself to care.
Beck moved me off his lap and onto the sand beside him. I thought he was going to stop us, but he didn't. He rolled toward me, both of us on our sides, and he pushed my hair out of my face before he kissed me again.
He peppered kisses along my lips before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, and I groaned as I moved impossibly closer to him.
"You are so much trouble." He ran his hand down my side as I lifted my thigh and draped it across his.
"I am not." I was still kissing him, and I didn't care that he thought I was trouble. I didn't care if he wanted to stop this. There was no way that I could.
"You are." He wrapped his arm around my back and forced my chest flush against his. "But I think I'm falling for you."
His words were a whisper, but they stopped my heart in its tracks. I was falling for him too. About that, I was one hundred percent certain, but he didn't give me a chance to respond.
He kissed me like he was dying to do so, and I let him. I let him kiss me and kiss me, and I kissed him back with just as much need. I kissed him back in a way that I hoped he knew how far gone I already was when it came to him.
I wasn't falling for Beck Clermont.
I had already fallen, and there was no way that I could take any of it back now.
Not even with my father's threats or the risk of my future on the line.
Beck was more than any of that. He was more than anything I had ever known, and for the first time since I lost my mom, I felt like I might actually be okay.
As long as I had Beck and my friends, I would be okay.
I knew that deep in my gut.
Beck's finger toyed with the top of my jean shorts, and I pushed my hips forward. I wanted more from him. I didn't care that anyone could catch us on this beach. I didn't care that I could still hear the sounds of laughter on the boardwalk.
Nothing mattered but him.
He slid his hand just under the top of my jeans, and I gasped as his fingers skimmed the top of my bare pussy. It felt so forbidden, so risky, but God, it was thrilling. I peeked up around him before pressing my face back into his neck, but no one was watching us.
Everyone was lost in their own little worlds, and not a single one of them cared what was happening between us.
Beck rolled his fingertip over my clit, and I moaned into his shoulder. I was already so close and he had barely even touched me. Beck knew it too.
He swirled his finger in my wetness as he forced his thigh between mine, and I clung to his shoulders as my legs began to shake. I could smell the saltwater and his addictive cologne, and I wanted to be lost in it. I wanted to be lost in him.
"Take me to the water," I whispered against his skin.
"Here?" His chuckle was deep and throaty, and I knew he was as far on the edge as I was.
I nodded my head, dying for him to move, and he quickly stood and lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kicked off my sandals as he pushed into the water.
He didn't care that he was fully clothed, or that I was, and he didn't stop until the water lapped at our shoulders. His mouth was on mine again.
Teasing, tasting, devouring, and I was falling apart.
He didn't hesitate as he buried his hand back into my shorts, and I moved against him, chasing the friction of his hand. Chasing the feeling that only he could give me.
My clothes were soaked and sticking to my skin, but all I cared about was him and chasing the feeling he was giving me. The waves crashed against my back, and he crashed into me everywhere else. He wasn't gentle as he moved his hand over my clit in quick circles, and I tried to lift my body to give him better access as he moved a finger inside me.
I fumbled with his own clothes, trying desperately to get my hands on his skin, and he groaned loudly into my shoulder when I finally wrapped my hand around his cock. He was impossibly hard and slick under the water, and I wasted no time as I began stroking him in the same rhythm that he was moving against me.
Neither of us teased or took our time. We were both desperate for each other, desperate for a release, and if I was being honest, I was desperate to have him in my hand and know that he belonged to me. A part of me hoped
that Carrie could see us now, I wished that she would know exactly what we were doing under the water, and I wanted her to report it back to Cami.
I wanted her to feel exactly how I felt every time I hear someone say that he belonged to her, that she was somehow his.
I wanted her to choke on that feeling like I had been choking on it for weeks.
Beck pushed his palm hard against my clit as he sucked my neck into this mouth, and I cried out as I could do nothing to stop the orgasm from rolling through me. I pumped my hand harder and faster as I tried to control the feeling that was rolling through me with his pleasure, but it was only a moment later when I felt his hot cum hit my hand and mix with the cool ocean water.
The two of us stood there, him holding us both up, while I sagged against him, and I didn't move for a long moment. I let the feeling he had just caused rock through me with the beat of the ocean and tried like hell to get myself back under control.
We still had to walk all the way back down the boardwalk completely soaked, but I didn't care. I was with Beck and I was deliriously happy, and nothing and no one was going to ruin that.