My gaze drops to the ground, and I trace small patterns in the sand with my fingers. My heart is pounding in my ears. I’ll tell him everything soon. But right now, this moment is for the two of us.
“What are you thinking, Maddie? What are you feeling?”
My muscles tighten. “This is my home. And you’re the one I want.” I swallow. “I want us.”
He pulls me toward him. A warm shiver rushes over my skin and I catch my breath when he lets his hands linger at my waist and gently, but firmly, squeezes his fingers into my skin. He gazes at my lips.
Then he kisses me. It’s a tender kiss but deepens quickly. The spark in my stomach spreads like wildfire through my entire body. I place my hands against his chest and the rapid thrum of his heart pounds against them.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to stop this time.” His smoky, sweet, masculine scent surrounds me, intensified by the rising temperature of his skin.
“Don’t.” My fingers trace his jawline and move down across the valley of his neck, pausing at his scar. I kiss him there. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper, huskily.
He smiles and lays the blanket across the sand. Gently, he lifts me and puts me onto it, careful not to get me dirty. Resting beside me, he leans over my body, trailing his fingers down my neck, grazing over my collarbone and softly cups my breasts, caressing and circling them through the fabric of my shirt.
“My sweet girl.” He covers me with his body and pushes his hips into mine—I can feel his hardness. “God. I need to kiss you, every inch of you.” His voice pitches. “Right now.” After unbuttoning and pulling down my blouse, he nuzzles his face into the soft spot between my shoulder and arm, then moves slowly back up my neck. He breathes in deeply as he caresses my skin.
“So soft… you smell so good.”
I tug at his shirt. He pulls it over his head and tosses it aside, lying back down on top of me.
“Tell me what you want. Let me make you feel good.” We continue our kiss as he moves his hands over my bare breasts and squeezes my nipples.
I gasp, pulling away. “Here,” I pant into his ear, gently easing his head down, begging him to move his mouth to my breasts. He moves his hot tongue over my nipples in playful circles as he takes his time with them while he moves his hands beneath my underwear.
“Mmm. Your taste is driving me crazy. Vanilla, jasmine… so sweet.”
He helps me remove the rest of my clothes. Kneeling, he reaches for me. Hot puffs of air warm the soft skin of my thigh. He pauses for a moment, breathing hard. I can’t bear the stillness.
“Please…” I whimper needily and push my thighs together, pressing him in.
He curses and lets out a choppy groan into my thigh. Moving to my center, he grips me tightly, playfully squeezing.
Anticipation laps at me, and I try not to show my frustration, but he sees it and laughs.
“Okay sweetheart… I won’t make you wait any longer.”
Then he puts his mouth on my aching skin. His kisses are sweet and hungry. He’s murmuring words I can’t understand while he moves his tongue and lips over me and teases me with his teeth. I plea helplessly.
He lifts his head. His hair’s a mess and his face strains with desire. “That’s it. Let me hear those sweet sounds. Give them all to me.” His voice is so deep it’s gravel.
I pant and beg, twisting under his touch. Delicious and unbearable at the same time. I cry out so loud the ships offshore can probably hear me. Encouraged by my cries, he quickens his pace. I clutch desperately at his shoulders, lifting my hips, trying to hold back the swell pushing to break the surface. Then I let go.
“Scott!”
Pleasure surges through me as he continues with his kisses and touches, helping me ride through it. After the last bubbles of sensation burst, I lay stunned. So happy, I just laugh. I’m flushed from head to toe and my arms and legs no longer work. Once I catch my breath, Scott moves back to my mouth and kisses me with all the passion we’ve been kindling for months.
Without a word, he cradles me in his arms and gently pulls my head to his chest, kissing me sweetly on my forehead. I can hear the rapid beating of his heart. He carries me into the house and to his bed. This time, when he kisses me, he doesn’t hold back. He wants to make me his.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs. “I need to be inside you right now.”
I slide my hands into his soft, thick hair, and the world blurs. He reaches for the nightstand, his hands shaking, searching for a condom.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Placing my hand softly on his chest, I look into his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” My chest flutters.
