Great. If he could just get thoughts of Alicia’s body, her scent, out of his head, he’d go soft.
Instead, his head was filled with her, and his c**k stayed hard. How was he going to explain that if he ran into her when he went back inside? She was already nervous and skittish around him, and waving his erection around would no doubt send her packing. He didn’t want to scare her off.
Maybe he’d just jack off here at the edge of the ocean. There were no other homes within miles of this secluded beach property, no boats out on the water, which gave him plenty of privacy. He was hard and aching, and it wouldn’t take much time to get off.
He drew his sweats partway down and pulled out his cock, taking it firmly in his grasp. It jerked in his hand, and he rolled his thumb over the head.
Garrett imagined Alicia walking out right now, seeing him like this. He knew how she’d likely react, but he imagined how he’d want her to react.
He’d want her to drop to her knees and put her mouth on him. His balls tightened at the mental image of her lips surrounding the swollen head, her tongue flicking out to lick up the pearly drops of fluid that spilled from the tip.
She had a beautiful mouth. He’d thought about kissing her again—a lot. Granted, he concentrated on her hands because she touched him, but her mouth—yeah, he wanted her mouth on him. On his mouth, on his skin, and definitely on his cock.
His balls tightened, and he gripped his cock, squeezing it as he jerked his hand over the soft skin. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, so close to the edge he was ready to explode. But the fantasy of Alicia on her knees was too sweet to let go of.
Just a few more minutes.
* * *
ALICIA PRESSED A COLD WASHCLOTH TO HER NECK, splashed water on her face, paced back and forth in her room, and finally opened the window, hoping the night air would do something to bring her internal body temperature down.
But nothing worked.
Having Garrett’s hands on her hadn’t helped, and try as she might to convince him to stop, he hadn’t. First her hands, then her neck and shoulders. He’d given her goose bumps.
In therapy training, they had all touched each other. She’d had plenty of great-looking men put their hands on her, and she’d never gotten turned on. Not once. After all, this was her job. She’d never been attracted to any of the men she’d gone to school with or worked with, either in a peer capacity or with a patient.
Until now.
Staying here at the house was only going to make things worse. This had been such a mistake. But she was stronger than her libido and her fantasies, and she could gain control over them.
Couldn’t she?
She pressed her cool hands to her hot face. What was wrong with her? She had to get a grip on herself, had to put some distance between them, put this sexual fire out, or she would never be able to do her job.
Because physical distance was an impossibility. She had to be able to touch Garrett and not go up in flames every time she did.
She opened the back door, letting the cool breeze fan the flames.
And then stopped, her jaw dropping as she caught sight of Garrett.
She blinked, certain she was imagining what she saw.
But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, she made out Garrett’s form at the edge of the water.
His sweats were drawn down low on his hips, and he had his c**k in his hand, slowly drawing it through his fist. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed, the tension in his body evident as he touched himself.
Her throat went desert dry. She couldn’t swallow, didn’t want to move, afraid the slightest movement would draw his attention. She had to get out of the light, so she took a step back, ashamed that she was watching him in this private moment but so enthralled by what he was doing she couldn’t turn away.
He was beautiful, his chest bare, his back bowed as he thrust his c**k into his fist, mimicking the act of sex as he powered his shaft forward.
Her pu**y clenched; her clit fluttered, demanding her attention. She slipped her hand into her shorts and palmed her sex, needing release.
She whispered out a gasp as she watched his tempo increase, wishing she were bold enough to walk out there and face him, show him what she needed.
She wanted to give them both what they obviously wanted. But she couldn’t. Staying hidden was thrilling, making her throb with want and need, but it was wholly unsatisfying when who she really wanted was standing out there on the beach, satisfying himself.
He’d wanted her tonight; the evidence had been so clearly outlined. And she’d walked away. Now he was taking care of his own needs when she could be out there, on her knees in the sand, her mouth on his beautiful cock, licking the crest, taking him between her lips, and sucking him until he exploded. Until they both exploded.
Her body taut with need, her legs shook as she swept her fingers over her aching pu**y, her pulse pounding as she slipped her fingers inside, imagining what it would feel like if Garrett pushed her to the sand and plunged his c**k inside her.
She let out a low moan, her fingers wet and her pu**y gripping them tight as she watched him. His body was utter perfection as he rapidly jerked his cock. He looked like a god of the ocean out there, his body bathed in moonlight, his head tilted back as he moved with the fluid grace of someone who knew his own needs so well.
He was close to coming. So was she as she rubbed the heel of her hand against her clit.
She wanted him to f**k her, wanted to feel his muscled body hot and slick against hers, driving relentlessly into her, rolling against her until she splintered.
And when he thrust his hips forward and come jettisoned from his cock, she bit down on her lip and forced back her cry as she released, burying her fingers inside her pu**y as waves of orgasm poured from her. They were coming together, and all she wanted was Garrett inside her, gripping her hips as he pounded his release into her.
Damp and shaken, she turned away, resting against the wall. She pulled her hand from her shorts as she caught her breath and closed her eyes, reliving the moment over and over again as her body pulsed with the aftereffects of that amazing orgasm.
When a few minutes had passed and she dared to take a peek out the window, Garrett was gone.
She went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, her skin was damp, and her whole body trembled.
So much for fleeing in here to cool her body down. She was a wreck. Her ni**les tingled and her pu**y quivered. She was still turned on, the images in her head nowhere near going away.