Fight For You by J. C. Evans

behind her neck and slips the bow free. I watch, mesmerized as she lets the newly loose straps dangle down the front of her body and brings her hands to the top of the suit, just above the swell of her breasts.
    “I want you to take the lead,” she says as she draws the fabric slowly down, baring her breasts. “And take me.”
    My breath rushes out and my pulse pounds in my throat.
    All I want to do is pull her into my arms and devour her whole. I want her tongue in my mouth and her tits in my hands. I want to pinch her nipples between my fingers, rolling them into hard points before I replace my hands with my tongue. I want to suck her into my mouth, to make love to her breasts until her body is so slick I can feel her heat on my fingers, even with the water pressing in all around us.
    Instead, I force myself to stay where I am, my clenched fists at my sides. “Are you sure?”
    “I’m sure.” She pushes the suit lower, baring more of her irresistible skin and the taut muscles beneath. “And I don’t want you to be careful or worried. All I want you to think about is what you want.”
    “What I want?” I repeat, a frown tugging at the skin between my eyes.
    “Yes, what you want.” She bends over, guiding the suit down her thighs and stepping free. She tosses the wad of sodden fabric onto the rocks and stands in front of me, naked and beautiful and so tempting I can barely breathe. “Which, knowing you the way I do, is probably to make me come as many times as you can before you lose control and fuck me so hard I’ll ache a little when I wake up tomorrow morning.”
    I flinch at the thought of being rough with her.
    I don’t want to be like them, I don’t want to do anything to remind her of the nightmare she barely survived.
    I don’t say a word aloud, but evidently Sam can still read my mind as well as I can read hers.
    “Don’t be afraid,” she says, stepping closer. “If you’re gentle and different and worried because of what they did, then they win, Danny. And we’ll never be alone again.”
    My jaw clenches as I shake my head. “I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I—”
    “You could never hurt me.” She reaches out, her fingertips brushing across my chest. “You never have and you never will.”
    Her elegant arms twine around my neck, bringing her breasts inches from my chest, sending her summertime smell rushing through my head. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to explode, but I keep my hands by my sides.
    “I want you,” she whispers, her breath warming my lips. “Don’t you want me, too?”
    “God, yes.” I curl my hands into tighter fists, refusing to let myself reach for her until she understands exactly what she’s asking for. “But if I lose control, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it back again. I haven’t been with anyone in a year, Sam, and I’ve been so fucking lonely.”
    Sweat breaks out on my lip as I fight to swallow past the wave of emotion shoving up my throat. “What if, once I start, I can’t stop?”
    “There will be no reason to stop.” She leans in, flattening her breasts against my chest. “Please, Danny, make love to me.”
    My control snaps and desire takes over.
    By the time my mind catches up with my body, my tongue is stroking into Sam’s mouth, hard and deep, and I’ve got her ass in my hands, drawing her tight against my aching cock. She rocks against me, making hungry sounds that make it clear she’s as desperate for this as I am.
    We cling to each other, bodies straining closer, fighting to escape the boundaries of our separate skins, to become us again after all the terrible time and distance. I cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers and thumb, trembling as she cries out against my mouth and bites my lip.
    I bite her back, dragging my teeth across her bottom lip and sucking hard as I continue to pluck at her nipple, making her moan.
    A second later, she’s got her hand down the front of my