Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,13

any of the fumbling kisses I’ve endured in the past.

He licks in a way that’s madly erotic instead of squeamishly gross. He strokes with intention, driving me wild, and when my tongue gets confused and tangles with his, he slows down, lets me catch up, then starts all over again.

Patient, determined, relentless, and engaged, his entire body participates in the kiss. My fingers can’t help but dig into the skin of his shoulders as I struggle to hold on beneath the onslaught.

When did my body start trembling?

I shake from head to toe, my legs quivering with tiny tremors. And those moans, do they really belong to me? I’ve never moaned during sex, let alone a simple kiss, but there’s nothing simple about this kiss.

He shamelessly grinds against me, and I match him move for move. He may not allow me to touch him with my hands, but our hips are definitely engaged in a battle of their own. Heat spears through me, concentrating between my legs, where I ache for him. Where I’m—wet?

Holy shit. I’m wet for him.

My entire body stills as Spike devours my mouth. He notices the sudden change and breaks the lock he has on my lips.

“What’s wrong?”

I bite my lower lip and grin up at him like a fool. “Nothing.” I’m so deliriously happy, I don’t know what to say.

“That wasn’t nothing.”

My face heats, and normally I’d feel really nervous about it, but I don’t with Spike. Somehow, he swept aside any fear, hesitation, or awkwardness I might have.

“I’m wet.”

“I know. I fucking smell you. Can’t wait to taste you.”

I grip his bicep and shake my head. “You don’t understand.”

“What, babe?”

“I’ve never… That’s never happened to me before.”

Spike pulls back. His gaze darts between my eyes. “You’ve never gotten wet for another guy before?”

I shake my head and nibble on my lower lip. “I haven’t. That’s good, right?” Not liking how that comes out, I cringe a little and avert my gaze. I don’t like being reminded how much more experience he has than me.

“It’s fucking fantastic.” He drags the back of his hand over my jaw and gives a little shake of his head. “Hold still, baby. Don’t you dare move.”

The gondola jerks and rocks back and forth as it chugs its way up the hill. It must climb nearly a hundred feet up the steep cliff, and it takes its time in its struggle against gravity.

I stand with my back to the glass wall and watch the rocks go by as we ascend. Spike gets a view looking out over the ocean, not that he pays attention to anything but me.

His knuckles brush across the angle of my jaw. His fingers flutter down the sweep of my neck where they stop momentarily and tighten. But they soon move on. He avoids my breasts, dragging a finger between my cleavage. He splays his hand across my belly as I squirm beneath his touch. He’s everywhere at once, teasing, seductive, maddening in his desire for more.

Each sensation triggers something new. A light, fluttering shiver. A whole-body shudder. The tiny hairs on my arms lift as he runs his palms around to grip my ass. I bite my lower lip and squeeze my eyes shut as he finds the hem of my shorts.

His calloused fingers skim across the curve of my ass, making their way around to the front of my upper leg. Staying just beneath the hem of my shorts, his fingers meander to my inner thigh and up to the juncture of my leg. My skin tightens, and my body shakes.

“Spike…”

“Easy, girl.” Without hesitation, he slips his fingers over my sex and fingers the slippery folds. “Christ, you’re dripping for me.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he slips first one, then another finger inside of me. The pad of his thumb presses against my clit, lifting me to my toes as pleasure spikes and surges through my body.

Unprepared for it, the most intense rush of pleasure washes through me. My head bangs against the glass as my belly contracts. My legs shake, and I nearly collapse as wave after wave of sensation courses through me.

Spike withdraws his fingers as I pant, not really sure what just happened. He waits until I peel my eyes open, then slowly slips first one finger, then the other into his mouth.

“Fucking incredible. You taste like heaven.”

“Spike, was that… Did I?”

He sucks on his fingers, and his brows lift. The piercings dance with the movement. “If