my best to give her a reassuring smile when what I really want is to strip her bare, kiss her breathless, then rake my lips all over her body and focus on the parts that will make her sigh and moan and ultimately scream.
“Yeah.”
“You won’t feel criticized?”
“Positive.”
“All right. I will.”
“Good. Last chance.”
“To back out?” She shakes her head. “No. I-I want this.”
“This?” I know what she’s getting at. I have every intention of being the most accommodating lover she’s ever imagined. But I’m going to be an absolute bastard about one thing: she can’t just want sex. I’ve hardly touched her and I already know that’s not enough for me anymore.
“I want you,” she admits softly, sending my triumph spiking. “It feels incredibly intimate to admit that. I barely know you and I already want you so much I don’t understand…”
My fingers tighten on her nape as I start to lean in. “Same, honey. I want you, too. Now stop talking so I can kiss you.”
She braces herself by clutching my shoulders. Her palms are like ghosts, barely whispering over my shirt. But her fingers dig into me, as if she can’t quite keep her anxiety and her need to herself. “Oh, god.”
“It’s going to be good, Masey. I promise.”
I have no doubt about that.
She stops breathing again. Her eyes slide shut. She tilts her face up to me. Without her heels, she’s a tiny thing. I bend closer, closer, watching her lips softly purse.
My heart chugs. My blood races through my veins, searing muscle and skin. My cock, which has been hard since we met, turns unbearably stony as I inhale her scent. The beach clings to her—salt and wind and something sweet that’s purely her.
What if I’ve been looking at the wrong kind of woman my whole life? What if everything I’ve been seeking is now right in front of me?
It’s a ridiculous, out-of-nowhere thought—my last before I cover her rosy mouth with my own.
She conforms to me in an instant, like warm butter. Where I jut, she softens. Where I press, she yields. She leans into me and rises on her tiptoes. Her palms still float over me, but her fingers squeeze tighter as if she needs to be closer, as if she’s testing whether I’ll really be solid enough to give her what she’s aching for. And she’s so subtly sweet she’s addictive.
With a groan, I urge her back to the nearest wall, pinning her against it, inhaling more of her as I cover her body with mine. I’m not at all shocked that she fits against me, that the swells of her breasts press perfectly against my chest and my hips settle against her exactly where they should. She gasps at the contact, breath shuddering through our kiss as she momentarily stiffens.
Fuck, is she having second thoughts? Is she going to pull away?
Then suddenly, she exhales and melts into me. Her lips soften even more as they part gently in the shiest welcome.
Oh, honey. That’s all I need to barge right in.
I work my lips between hers and urge them apart. She’s there—she and her virgin tongue—now pressing against me, fingers creeping up to my neck, into my hair.
Her next exhalation is a shaky little moan. She grips me tighter. Yeah, she knows what’s next, and I can’t believe I’m going to be the first man to truly kiss her.
With the heady thought rolling through my brain, I work my way into her mouth, seeking, exploring, aching for her to meet me. And yes, there she is with a bashful glide of her tongue, another unsteady inhalation, and a grip around me that’s beginning to feel desperate.
I tilt my head, go deeper. Again, she conforms, the answering slant of her lips the perfect counterbalance to give me unfettered access to all her flavors and secrets.
As I delve deeper still, we breathe together. She’s sweet in my nose, honey against my tongue, a drug in my veins.
My hands glide down her curves before settling at her hips. Tonight isn’t about me, and I want to make her feel so fucking good she never stops craving me, but I yank her against my aching cock and grind into her.
Her shaking sighs become an unsteady moan as she parts her legs to accommodate me, rocking up to meet me as I press right where she needs it, too.
Oh, fuck.
I dig my fingers into her, working them back until I’m gripping her ass and lifting her against me, surging,