Power Switch (Power Play #3) - Kennedy L. Mitchell Page 0,83
know—”
Thankfully he interrupts my lovestruck rambling with a searing kiss. With a content sigh, I lift higher, sealing my lips harder against his. Sliding a hand beneath my head, he supports me as he pours his deep emotions into me with a single kiss. Warmth quickly races through my veins, heating my skin and causing sweat to dot along my forehead and temples.
Following me down to the blanket, he shifts to his side. A single hand dips beneath my sweatshirt, swiping lazy strokes along my stomach and circling my belly button. High and higher his fingers travel. I gasp against his lips at the brush of his knuckle against the underside of my breast.
His movements stop.
“No bra, Mess?” he mumbles against my lips. “I approve.”
My happy giggle turns into a groan as he cups one breast, the sharp edge of his nail skimming over my pebbled nipple. Back and forth he glides the pad of his thumb, sending small shock waves of rolling pleasure pulsing to my core.
I skim a hand over his shoulders and down his spine, gripping the hem of his shirt before tugging it up his back. With some assistance, I pull it over his head and toss it to the sand. Using the brief moment, Trey drags my sweatshirt over my head, kissing along the exposed skin as he works his way toward my jean shorts.
I sigh in complete bliss as he undoes the button, kissing the bit of skin he exposed beneath. Lost in the sensations of the cool night air, heated skin, and slick lips kissing every inch of my inner thighs I fail to notice him removing my shorts or his own until he’s hovering above me. I smile. A happy, completely lost in love smile. Lost in him. And what’s even better is the one shining back down at me. It’s in his eyes, the pure devotion and adoration. I soak it in, savoring the feel of his bare chest, the beat of his heart in sync with my own, and the weight of him settling between my thighs.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he pushes himself in deep, and the almost purr of pleasure rumbling from his chest doesn’t go unnoticed. Trey slides his fingers through my hair, cradling both my cheeks with his palms as he kisses along each cheekbone.
“I love your freckles, did you know that? I love your natural beauty because it’s what’s inside that shines through. I love your crazy, your strange obsession with unicorns, and the man you make me want to be. I’ll never deserve you, Randi, but I promise every day I’ll do my best to make you happy.”
I try to respond, but his lips press against mine, cutting off the words. Our tongues dance in an unhurried, sensual way we haven’t had before now. Tonight, we’re untouched, uncensored or rushed. Just us and the beach and the ocean. The waves crash along the sandy shore, the only other sound along the beach except our sweat-slick skin moving as one and our moans of pure ecstasy.
I like it rough, but this, this I love.
Digging the back of my head into the sand, I squeeze my eyes shut. Flexing off the blanket, I urge him faster, chasing the orgasm I’m teetering on the edge of.
Taking my cue, he presses onto his elbows and shifts his angle and pace, immediately sending me into a spiral of erotic pleasure.
The world goes black, everything around me fuzzy. Somewhere around me, Trey grunts a curse, and a heavy weight crushes to my chest. Peeling my lids open, I smile up at the swinging lanterns and wrap my arms around his back. Stroking my fingertips up and down his spine, I relish our one moment alone.
Tomorrow, things will change, but tonight, we have only each other.
21
Trey
Not sure why I'm so shocked that Vlad chose this location or the time of day, but I am. Just because they’re Russian doesn’t mean they only come out at night and meet in dark alleys. I’m sure they won’t melt in the sun. Like I am this very moment.
I scan the small, empty park again, searching for any threats in the lush trees and bushes. The agency-issued sunglasses keep the brilliant overhead sun from attacking my vision, but nothing can stop the sweat from building beneath my T-shirt and sliding down my spine. At least we're not in our typical suit uniform today. I'd be a puddle of sweat and curses if we were.