Kitty fisted her hand in his hair and held him against her mouth. She thrust her tongue between his lips, needing to take something, to take back control.
He sucked on her tongue.
Hot shivers erupted over every inch of her skin. She thrust against the pressure of his mouth. He groaned and her head spun as the sound vibrated against her tongue. Her heels dug into the backs of his hard thighs.
Finally, he tore himself away, resting his weight on his elbows, one on each side of her head. Trying to catch her breath, she made a face at him. "I really hate how you keep doing that."
One corner of his mouth lifted. It was almost worth losing his lips on hers to see that he had lost some of his earlier desperation. "Hate that I keep doing what?" he asked.
As if he didn't know.
She tried glaring at him. "Stopping like that. It's not fair. It seems so easy for you."
He laughed, his chest rubbing against hers. "This hard enough for you, baby?" He lowered his hips to press against hers.
Kitty closed her eyes to savor the delicious sensation. Her hip joints loosened, her legs splaying wider to accept more of his weight. "How could I have forgotten this?" she whispered.
"Hmm?"
She opened her eyes to find him studying her face. "It was the very first and very last time I ever drank beer, you know."
His dark brows scrunched into a single line. "What? When?"
"That night. You know." She blushed. "The Odd Fellows were selling beers and I nabbed a couple of six-packs when I saw you leaving the park." She'd followed him, and when she'd found him sitting on a fallen oak branch, she'd sat down too. And handed him a beer. Taken one herself.
Dylan shook his head and the ends of his long hair brushed her cheeks. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I knew you were pretty out of it by the end of the evening. You must have had one hell of a headache the next day."
He kissed her temple, her forehead, the bridge of her nose. Anticipation shortened Kitty's breath. Then, under her hands, the muscles of his back tightened with renewed tension. Dylan's lips found hers, and he grunted in satisfaction. As he settled his weight on her, she opened her mouth for his tongue and this time he didn't pull away or stop too soon.
This time he devastated her with his kiss, thrusting his tongue in a slow, steady rhythm that he mimicked with his lower body. He pressed against her wide-open thighs and Kitty pressed back, lifting off the rock to meet him. She moaned and her hands touched him everywhere she could reach - sifting through his hair, spreading across his shoulders, sliding down his spine.
The throbbing intensified. As if he sensed it, he slowed the rocking rhythm, then stopped altogether. Using his weight to hold her down, he rubbed his hips against her, little movements that focused on the one point of her body that throbbed above all others.
Kitty shivered, but she couldn't stop herself from wriggling against the rock, instinctively trying to get out from under him, trying to get away from the sensations that were so much and yet not enough.
"Shh." He drew his wet mouth from her lips to her ear. "Stop squirming, honey - you'll scrape all that pretty skin off your back."
But she couldn't control her body. It was moving without her will. "I can't ... I can't..."
"Shh," he repeated. "I can. I will." He slid one palm over her breast.
Kitty froze, then bowed into his touch. "Dylan." She thought she was begging. "Please."
"Yes."
His hand moved away from her breast and then he pushed off the rock, all the delicious touches gone as he stood over her. Half nervous, half excited, she watched his hands rush to the buttoned fly of his jeans.
His gaze on her body, he ripped two of the silver buttons open. Then he hesitated, shaking his head.
Kitty's heart pounded in her ears. The start-stop wasn't curbing her desire, but coiling it tighter, escalating its power.
"How do you do it?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "How can you lie there like that, yet look so damn innocent? So untouched?"
Her breathing labored, Kitty stared at his hands, willing them to get on with it. To get on her. She wanted to experience it again. Really remember it this time, instead of just as some half-hazy memory of this same pulsing