Reckless in Moonlight by Cara Bristol Page B

woman who was stealing his soul—one breath, one kiss, one smile at a time.
    Dana squealed in mock alarm and fled for deeper water. He let her swim to the deep end before he caught her and dragged her into his arms. He sampled her lips, tormenting himself with just a taste until he could resist no longer and delved inside in a full-on assault. Mouths fused, limbs entangled, they sank beneath the surface. Bubbles tickled and kissed him, but all sensation paled compared to Dana’s body clinging to his, her lips fused to his mouth.
    When the water conveyed them to the surface, Dana wound her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, smashed her breasts against his chest, and positioned her pussy within striking distance of his erection. He treaded water for both of them as Dana kissed him fiercely. Her tongue swept his mouth in hot, avid strokes. She nipped at his lower lip.
    His impatient, greedy cock nudged at her entrance, eager to sink home. He couldn’t believe how tight she was—it had taken effort to work himself inside her. He shook with the need to have her hot pussy sheath his cock again, this time without a latex barrier. Just once.
    Who was he kidding? Once would never be enough.
    Dana tugged at the wet strands of his hair. She nipped his ear, her warm breath lighting a fire that traveled from his lobe down to his toes. When she closed her hand around his cock, Lon jerked as heat spiked into the white-hot zone. She stroked him with such perfect friction, he arched and shuddered.
    He seized her breast in one hand and used the other to curl his fingers into her pussy, her wet warmth knotting up his insides. With both hands occupied, he was unable to tread water, and they sank beneath the surface again.
    They rose, sputtering. “Let’s go to the shallow end. We’re going to drown,” Lon said.
    Dana giggled. Her teasing laugh tantalized him like a siren’s song.
    “Hang on,” Lon said. With Dana clinging to him, he crawled to the shallow end. As soon as he could stand, he lifted her legs around his waist again. Her plump, engorged cunt teased the head of his cock. So tempting—it would take only a push. Waves licked at his shoulders. He hugged Dana to his chest and waded toward the steps.
     
    The plop-plop-plopping of the pool’s current echoed Dana’s heartbeat. As Lon carried her to the shallows, the smooth, crowned head of his cock teased the entrance to her pussy. Her stomach fluttered with eager expectation. She glanced up at the moon, imagined it winking conspiratorially at her. You go, girl . She’d shut off the gatekeepers, the thou-shalts and shalt-nots, and found herself whirling in bliss. Age was just a number, and right now, the only number that mattered was two. The two of them.
    Dana lowered her feet until she stood on the bottom step. Lust smoldered in Lon’s eyes, but his grin held affection, contentment. Her heart contracted. When was the last time a man had gazed at her as if she was the most desirable person in the world? When had she felt the exact same way?
    Lon brushed her temple with a gentle finger. “You’re fucking hot.”
    Dana turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm before swaying forward. He met her halfway to capture her mouth in hungry demand, sending shivers of lust up her spine. When his mouth broke off from hers and sought the sensitive skin of her neck, her head lolled back of its own accord. His roughened jaw rasped against her skin as his soft lips kissed a wet trail.
    But not as wet as she was. Her pussy throbbed with need, each pulse releasing a surge of moisture.
    Dana splayed her hands over his chest to stroke his smooth skin, knead the muscles underneath.
    Lon meandered from her neck to her breast and drew on a nipple, rousing a pang of pleasure clear into her womb. His lips and tongue played with a peak as he traced a path of fire with his fingertips from the other nipple to her abdomen. He rimmed her belly button before making his way to her