Chapter 19 #2
“You’re going to be my undoing, Mr. Hawkins.” She backed up about ten feet and mouthed one, two, three, then ran forward and leaped into the pond, tucking her legs to her chest.
The sight of her letting loose had his heart tightening with emotion.
When she sprang up out of the water, only inches away from him, he couldn’t help himself—he reached under the water and tickled her leg.
She yelped and leapt into his arms, right where he wanted her. “You!” she exclaimed, her nose brushing against his as his hands settled around her bottom. He held her against him and secured her legs around his hips.
“And looky there,” he began, eyes moving to her wet shirt now molded to her skin. “Shirt or not, I can see you as plain as day.”
Her chin dipped to assess her body. Her nipples practically strained through the bra and fabric, begging for his mouth to take a taste.
“I get the distinct feeling I’m the cause of that lip constantly slipping between your teeth,” he said at the sight of her bottom lip tucked inward.
With her arms slung over his shoulders, hands resting at the nape of his neck, she whispered in a sensual tone, “You may be right.”
Ana’s breathing quickened, and her soaking wet shirt only made her breasts more enticing.
The sight of her almost nude like that was fucking erotic.
A.J. had to fight to slow his own breathing and restrain himself from sucking her lip between his teeth instead.
“I know it doesn’t make a lick of sense,” he began, his accent thickening, “with all these obstacles in our way, but I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.
” He’d been torn on whether or not to reveal his feelings, but after everything she’d shared with him—she deserved to know what he was thinking. And he wanted her to hear it.
“Even after you learned the truth?” Broad strokes of surprise had the depth of her tone lowering to a feminine huskiness.
He kept his hands positioned beneath her ass so as not to lose hold of her, then tilted his head.
“Yes, but I’m pretty sure all you gotta do is look in my eyes, and you’ll be able to read me.
See exactly how I feel.” They bobbed in the water a little as he moved them side to side, never wanting to lose this moment.
“Isn’t there some saying that a woman can tell how a man feels by looking in his eyes? ”
“And how can a man tell how a woman feels?” Her lips tipped into a beautiful smile.
“There.” He nodded. “It’s all in your smile.”
“And what does my smile tell you?” she murmured as he continued to slowly move them in a circle, mesmerized by this enchanting woman.
“That you want me to kiss you.”
The crook of her lips and her playful, “Oh, do I?” had his pulse speeding up.
“You do,” he whispered, never having felt so nervous about a kiss in all his life.
She slid her hands up the back of his neck and into his hair as she sucked on her bottom lip like he’d wanted to do. “Then what are you—”
His mouth captured hers. Stole her words. Her breath. His breath, too.
Slowly and sensually. Close-mouthed. Soft kisses. A trace of her lip with his tongue. A war within his mind as he battled not to bruise her mouth with a crushing kiss given the fierce intensity with which he wanted to make love to her. To kiss every inch of her pale skin.
Her lips relaxed against his, but she let her eagerness for more passion show when her hands went to his shoulders, her nails gently biting into his skin. He accepted her invitation for “more” by releasing a growl from his throat and parting her mouth with his tongue.
A blazing trail of heat scorched through him when her tongue met his. His eyes were closed, but he’d swear the fireflies were lighting up all around him. The crickets chirped louder. The sounds of night embraced them in that moment.
With his knees slightly bent, he continued to hold on to her, keeping their shoulders above the water as they kissed.
Her walls were down for him. The undulating of her hips grinding against him beneath the water drew a soft mewl sound from her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she said on a sigh when their lips detached a minute later. “Please tell me whatever I feel pressing against me is your cock and not something that will bite me.”
Cock? That word made him wonder if she might talk dirtier in bed, and damn was he anxious to find out.
He nipped at her lip, teasing it between his teeth for a moment. “Not sure if bite is the right word for what’s going on down there.”
She lightly chuckled, and the sound had his heart exploding. “That’s it,” he said, mouth next to her ear. “Let go. Relax. I’ve got you.” When he found her eyes again, he didn’t expect to see them glossy.
“Why do I feel so safe in your arms? So protected even though I normally hate that?” Her voice was shaky this time.
“I don’t know.” He braced her even tighter, never wanting to let go. “But maybe we ought to find out?”
“And how do we do that?” Her hand went up his back and slid through his wet hair, her hunter green eyes riveted to his light green ones.
“Stick together for longer. Get to know each other more.” He angled his head. “Maybe kiss me again?”
Ana darted her pink tongue between her lusciously full lips, which had his cock jumping. The woman knew exactly what she was doing. A temptress. A smile played on her lips, and he leaned in to take possession of her sweet mouth again but grunted when his phone began ringing.
He growled out his frustration. “Impeccable timing.”
“It is becoming a habit for your team to interrupt us, but um, did you really set your colleague’s ringtone to Beyoncé’s Run the World?” She smiled.
“Harper set my ringtone to Beyoncé,” he corrected.
“Well, you better answer. Can’t keep them waiting.”
He waded through the water in the direction of the grass and perched her up onto the bank. She untangled her limbs from him, allowing her legs to rest on each side of his body, and if the barrier of her shorts were gone, he’d probably lose himself between her thighs.
“What are we doing?” Her back arched, her breasts lifting with the movement, as if she was as desperate for him to run his mouth on her flesh as he was.
“I’m taking one more minute with you is what I’m doing.” He grasped hold of her hips, then moved his hands up and pushed her wet shirt out of his way before leaning in to press a kiss to her abdomen. And then another. She hooked her ankles around his back, drawing him closer.
A.J.’s mouth drew closer to her breasts on display through the sheer bra, and he dipped in to nip at her peaked nipple. He swirled the tip of his tongue in lazy circles around her areola.
Ana bucked her hips and nearly slipped back into the water with him.
“You’re going to make me wetter than I already am,” she confessed after a long sigh of pleasure fluttered free from her mouth.
He firmly set his hand on her toned upper thigh and skirted the line of her shorts with a gentle finger.
“I’ve never wanted to be touched so badly in all my life. ”
He quickly released the hem of her shorts as if she’d issued a command, set his palms to the ground off to her side, and hoisted himself up.
She kept her eyes locked on to him, following his movements with desire in her gaze.
After helping her onto the blanket, A.J. positioned her onto her back, then climbed over her. Her fingers went to the buttons of her shorts, and his throat moved with a swallow at the sight. He sure as hell hoped this was real.
When she shimmied her shorts to her thighs, exposing her matching sheer white panties, well, hell—if this was a dream—it’d be a wet one.
Ana’s hand went beneath her shirt, pushing the fabric and bra up to expose her nipples, and he growled out a low, animal-like sound when she palmed her breast, her deep green eyes never leaving his.
He lowered himself closer and positioned his face at the soft V between her legs.
When Ana eagerly lifted her hips, silently begging for more, A.J.
dropped his mouth to her right thigh and scraped his beard against her sensitive skin.
He took his time, breathing in her sweet feminine scent, his mouth tracing the panty lines between her thighs.
“A.J., I, um. I don’t normally do this so . . . but I want you to. Please,” she cried, seemingly pleading him not to let her retreat inside her own head and stop the moment. “This is crazy, I know, but I . . .”
He lifted his chin in search of her eyes. “I told you, I got you. Don’t worry.” He framed his words as a gentle but firm order for her to stop feeling guilty about finding pleasure at a time like this.
She responded with a sweet smile before lying back down and surprised him when she dove her fingers into his hair and held on. God, he couldn’t get enough of this woman.
He ran the flat of his tongue over one breast. Then the other. Set small kisses over her abdomen.
And with one hand, he shoved down her panties and inched down her body with his mouth to position himself over the creamy, smooth skin between her thighs.
When he circled her clit, and parted her folds with his tongue, she screamed out his name, adding to the symphony of the sounds of nature all around them. “A.J.,” she hissed as he kissed and sucked her sweet flesh.
He moved his mouth over her skin, feeling the tremble in her body, noting the tightening of her thighs when his lips hummed over her sex. He positioned a finger inside her pussy to reach her G-spot while he licked and licked.
“Oh God,” she said on a moan, and damn did this woman taste better than he could’ve imagined. Nothing sweeter than her. And she was finally letting go and relaxing. It only took the coaxing of his mouth, the flicks of his tongue. “Oh, oh, oh . . . don’t stop. This is, oh my.”
Her arousal on his tongue, and her pleasureful cries, had him harder than he thought possible. He was on the verge of exploding his load listening to the beautiful woman come undone.
When she orgasmed, her hands fell to his shoulders and she slightly shoved at him as if she wasn’t able to handle riding the wave of ecstasy any longer.
He shifted fully on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms. His body sated with satisfaction that he’d made her come. Made her release some of that tension she was holding. “You’re a lot sweeter than sugar. I’m gonna need a new name for you.”
She eased up onto her forearms and found his eyes. “I don’t know,” she said with a small smile, “those names are beginning to grow on me.”