Surrender (Seaside Pictures #4) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,45

three years of celibacy and groaned so loud that the cave almost shook with it.

His eyes were glassy when I looked up, and then, still panting, he was pulling me to my feet. Before I could say anything, I was tossed over his shoulder and then gently laid down on the blanket.

He flicked open my jeans with one hand then tugged both them and my panties together down to my ankles. His hungry look devoured me whole as he whispered in that same sexy rasp. “You ready for orgasm number one?”

“Out of how many was it again?” My voice was quivering. I was shaking from fear, from lust, from what I’d just done.

From what he was about to do.

“Seventeen in twenty-four hours.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal when I’d never even had one with my ex.

“That’s a lot.”

His grin was wicked. “I’m an overachiever. What can I say? And I really, really, really want to make you scream.”

I gulped. “Don’t be insulted if I don’t.”

“Don’t be embarrassed when you do,” he fired back, and then, without any warning, his palm was on me, followed by his mouth, and I, Bronte Connors, lasted all but thirty glorious seconds.

CHAPTER 15

Andrew

I was in love.

Epically.

Terrifyingly.

In love with the way she tasted, with the way she laughed, the way she licked— Shit, I was already in so deep.

The sound of my name on her lips was going to the top of my list as my favorite sound in the world, right next to the sound of her orgasm.

I still had, what? Sixteen to give? And the only reason I didn’t do more was because of the way she’d looked at me when I was done tasting her.

It was fear.

And the last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of the raw feelings between us or the way I made her respond.

My body was still shaking from the taste of her on my lips. Hell, my tongue kept darting out in a desperate attempt to find more of her taste only to come back empty.

After getting her clothes back to rights, I popped the champagne, handed her a glass, and whispered, “Bet you didn’t realize you could scream that loud.”

She took the champagne and blushed. “Maybe I’m just easy.”

I snorted. “Nothing about you is easy, trust me. I feel like I’m going to have to give you a kidney or something in order to feast again.”

She frowned. “Feast?”

I licked my lips. “Feast.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but she blushed harder and threw back the champagne in one gulp.

“Impressive.” I sipped mine and then set it down. Champagne and cider were about the only alcoholic beverages that didn’t have memories of needles, pills, and powder.

I shuddered.

“Thank you,” she whispered as another wave rocked against the cliff. “For not making me feel… awkward.”

Did she even realize how stunning she was? From her dark hair and full lips to her always-wide eyes, as if she was constantly trying to take in the beauty of the world. I was struggling to just take in her beauty. “I’d like to think that I’ll get rewarded for being on my best behavior.”

She held out her glass for more with a little smirk. “Maybe you will.”

I pressed a kiss to her cheek and growled against it. “Promise?”

She didn’t say anything, but her sigh and body language had already told me I might have a bit of a fight on my hands later that night. No problem. I was prepared for an all-out sensual assault.

And I was only taking one prisoner.

Her.

“Thank you… for this.” She tilted her head and then ran her free hand through my hair as if she was curious as if she wanted to comfort me. Or maybe just touch me?

I went still and let her roam, and then I took the plastic champagne flute from her hand and held it.

The best part of my day was that she let me.

That she didn’t pull away.

That she gave off the impression that this was more than a fling for her too as she laid her head on my shoulder and said, “One day, I want to hear about that baggage.”

“One day,” I whispered, “I’ll tell you.”

“Not today?”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I don’t want to ruin the best few moments of my life with my darkness. It’s never fun when you invite your demons out to play.”

“We could make it fun if you let me fight them.”

“Small, but packs a punch?” I guessed.

She looked up