Wild_Ride by Opal Carew

Author:Opal Carew
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Opal Carew
Published: 2014-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

Killer tried hard to read his book, but found himself glancing up often to watch Marissa in her tiny bathing suit, walking into the water. When she was thrown ass first onto the ground, he wondered if she was in trouble, but she stood up laughing, her wet body glistening in the sunlight, then bounded through the surf.

Now she swam out into the water and he kept an eye on her, concern about undercurrents and sharks on his mind. But people swam in the ocean all the time and she was a big girl.

After a while, she walked back to shore, then sat on the wet sand, her long, shapely legs stretched out in front of her, enjoying the shallow water washing over her body. She dug her fingers into the sand and tossed some at her feet, then watched the water wash it away.

He smiled. She was so serious most of the time, but watching her play like a child on the beach made him see her in a whole new light.

She touched something in him. Reminded him of why he did what he did, and simultaneously, why he needed to stop. The cost was just too high.

After a while, she returned to the patio and headed toward the recliners. He considered telling her to join him on the bed, concerned that she was getting too much sun, but she stretched out on the one the chairs in the shade.

Just as well. He wanted her here more because the sight of her in that bathing suit, with all that silky skin exposed, made his body tighten with need. If he got her on this bed, that bathing suit would be gone in ten seconds flat.

He wanted her, and she would obey any command he gave her. She’d already proven that. And he would love to command her to ride him hard. Right here. Right now.

All he could think about was how she responded to his commands. How she grew wet with need when he took control.

But he wanted her too much, and although he might be in control of her, he was in danger of losing control of himself, or at least his feelings. She was in love with another man. She had convinced herself she wasn’t, but when he’d asked her if she would still be with Rip if he wasn’t a criminal, he could see it in her eyes. She was still in love with him.

* * *

Marissa glanced at Killer, still reading his book on the bed. She’d been lying here for about an hour and she was getting bored. She stood up and walked to the door, then went inside. He didn’t glance her way, but she was sure he was aware of her movements.

She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and downed half of it, then inspected the contents of the fridge. She checked the cupboards and found all the ingredients to make her favorite apple cinnamon muffins.

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