Chapter Thirteen
Lennon
H er lips taste just as I recall. Warm, sweet, and intoxicating.
I tried my best to let her be. I did. Especially after her answer to my question regarding Anson was, “Not tonight.”
What the fuck did that mean? Never? Not tonight? Never again?
But the way she was looking at me when we got back to the cabana and the way she ran her nose up my throat, her hot breath bathing my skin, had me five seconds away from bending her over the kitchen island. I was barely able to reel in my reaction and send her to bed to sleep off the alcohol.
That was, until I heard her moaning my name through the wall.
I nearly took the bedroom door off its hinges, like a fucking battering ram, to get to her.
Our mouths wrestle for control, and I finally force myself away from her swollen lips. Her eyes are wild and glazed over as we stare at each other. Neither of us speaks, but we don’t have to. We both want this with almost-burning desperation.
I lean back and rake my gaze down her body. Goose bumps rise on every inch of her exposed flesh. Her berry-hued nipples harden to tight peaks, and my mouth waters, wanting a taste.
She lets out a strangled moan at the first flick of my tongue, and her hands tangle in the back of my hair, pulling me closer as I nip and suck at one breast while my hand plucks and teases the other.
“Lennon.”
Fuck, I’m already as hard as a rock, but her groaning my name causes my cock to grow even more impatient.
I kiss and caress my way over to the other nipple and give it the same attention. I’m like a starved man, unable to get his fill. Feasting on her like she’s my last meal.
Because she was. I haven’t had a woman in my bed since I left Sandcastle Cove nine months ago, and my dick is letting me know just how upset he’s been about the dry spell.
Her hand slides between us and cups the appendage in question, and it pulses its approval.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I growl.
Without a word, she reaches inside my briefs and pulls my erection free. Her fingers wrap around me. Stroking from root to tip.
My balls tighten at the contact.
I bend to take her mouth again in a hard, deep kiss before kissing a trail down her abdomen to where her glistening dark pink sex is waiting.
“Damn it, Legs. You’re so ready for me,” I whisper against her sensitive flesh as I draw a finger through the wetness and circle her clit. Wrenching a low moan from her parted lips.
“No more talking, Sailor. Make better use of that tongue of yours,” she demands.
She sounds as frantic as I feel.
I spread her legs wider apart so I can look my fill before hooking one of them over my shoulder and lowering my mouth to her. Running a line right through her folds with my tongue.
“God, you taste better than I remember,” I whisper.
I do a swirl around her clit, and her hips jump when I suck it into my mouth. I insert a finger inside her and begin rotating it slowly, stretching her.
She threads her fingers into my hair and moves with me, needing more, so I give it to her faster, harder, deeper. I add another finger and then another, and she explodes on my tongue. Like a firecracker going off, her orgasm rockets through her, and she screams out my name as she tightens her grip, holding me to her.
I lap at her, getting every drop, and continue to pump my fingers in and out until her body stops trembling.
I prowl back up her body. Peppering a trail of kisses all the way to her jaw.
She grabs my neck and bears up to crash her mouth to mine.
My body covers hers, and the tip of my erection settles at her entrance. I slide it through her folds, coating it in her wetness before thrusting into her fully.
She groans and then whispers, “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
Her words hit me, and I let out a growl and grab her hips. I pull out and then slam back inside of her. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust.
“That’s it, Sailor. Right there.”
The guttural sounds she makes drive me into a frenzy.
I can feel my climax climbing up the base of my spine as she presses up and starts clawing at me.
Her legs wrap around my back as they begin to shake uncontrollably, so I quicken my thrusts.
She comes undone.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries.
I’m holding on to control by a thin thread, and when her body ignites and starts to spasm around my cock, I close my eyes, and my head flies back as my release empties inside of her.
Once we both come down from our orgasms, I lift my eyes to hers. Still inside of her, I lean in and kiss her deeply one more time before I slide out.
Content, she sighs as she extends her arms and legs in a satisfied stretch.
I disappear into the attached bathroom and return with a towel for her.
Then, I climb in beside her and pull the sheet over us. She rolls over and snakes an arm across my chest, snuggling into my side.
Seconds later, her breaths grow deep and even, and I know she’s fast asleep.
“Sweet dreams, Legs,” I murmur against her forehead before closing my eyes and joining her.