9. Aiden
Kate’s lips taste earthy with a hint of salt from the ocean, but I kiss her as if I were born to, drinking in every detail with no hesitation. Because she’s right. Kate Sullivan isn’t safe here, holed up in the lifeguard tower with me. Not when every fiber of my being is screaming with the need to touch her, to kiss her, to show her with my body how much I still love her.
It’s this second of connection, not just with our lips, but with our entire beings, that erases any hesitation. I cannot let her go again. Can’t live another day without this woman in my life. She may have blown in with the storm, and there’s a strong chance she’ll try to roll out when it’s over. But while it rages on outside? Kate’s mine.
Plus, now that I’ve started and she melts against me like she always used to, there’s no chance in hell of stopping. Especially when I tug off her baseball cap, sink my fingers into her hair, and catch the barely audible moan that escapes from her lips.
Every pent-up desire thrumming through my body rushes to the surface like tiny bubbles of carbonation in a cold beer. Our lips crash together, our teeth nipping as I explore the terrain of her mouth, so familiar and yet also completely different.
Her fingers twist in my jacket, and she draws me closer. I pin her against the door with my hips, the contact sending my erection pulsing against her belly as my balls clench. She squirms, pressing up on her tiptoes, her back arching as her breasts thrust against me.
“Kate,” I murmur, wrenching away from her lips to trail kisses over to her earlobe while I try to rein in the unrelenting hunger surging through my veins.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her head falling back to open up her neck. “Please don’t.”
Her plea eliminates any lingering doubt of whether or not this is a good idea. Whether it would be best to work out things between us first, for me to come clean and tell her how I really feel before making love to her. But her whisper frees me to let go of the indecision and focus on her body, to concentrate on satisfying this woman by showing her just how much I still love her. How I never stopped loving her.
“Not a chance,” I assure her. Then, without wasting another second, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her, two steps at a time, up the winding staircase to the observation deck.
Visibility is close to zero outside the impact-resistant windows, which rattle in the squall, but it doesn’t matter. My attention is squarely on Kate, my gaze fixed on her green eyes, as I set her gently on one of the director’s chairs facing the ocean.
It’s no bed, but it’ll do for now. There’s an urgency in our movements as I unzip and shrug off my jacket and she does the same. Then, her lower lip tucks between her teeth, and she runs her palms down the navy Love Beach Lifeguard Services T-shirt I’m wearing. A shiver shoots up my spine as my cock twitches.
“You’re so…” she starts, looking up at me.
“What?” I ask, lifting her legs one at a time to tug off her rain boots.
“The same and yet…different.”
“I could say the same for you.”
Her chin dips, but not before I catch the hint of a frown. “I suppose that’s true.”
Whatever it is she’s thinking, I want to know. But before I can ask, her hands slide between us along the bare thin strip of skin above my jeans, distracting me as she makes quick work of my belt. But I cut her off when she tries to undo the button.
“Not yet,” I insist, lifting her arms above her head, so I can whip her shirt up and off and kiss her again, running my hands down the clammy bare skin of her back.
Her breath hitches when I swallow hard at the sight of her breasts, filling a light-blue, lace-trimmed bra. They’re fuller than I remember, and I fiddle with the clasp to release them, eager to cup them in my palms. Her nipples stiffen almost instantly. I flick the pads of my thumbs against the taut buds, squeezing and rolling each, then dipping my head to take one in my mouth, sucking it deep with a pull that comes straight from my low belly.
The cold peak against my warm tongue, along with the clench of her fingers around my biceps, stiffens my cock. My length strains against the confines of my jeans. I’m never going to last at this rate. One brush of her fingers and I’ll explode.
Fortunately, her need seems to match mine as she squirms in the chair, wrapping her legs around me and tugging me closer with moans growing more intense by the second. With one last long suck, I release her nipple and pull her to standing, peeling her shorts and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.
Kate steadies herself with her hands in my hair, nails raking my scalp, as I land on one knee and grip both hips. Leaning forward, my forehead rests on her low belly while I close my eyes and draw a deep breath of her scent, musky with need. My mouth waters, and I dip my head to edge through her slick folds with my tongue, searching for and finding the sensitive bud.
Her thighs quiver as her fingers twist my hair, pulling tight as she spreads her legs to allow me deeper access. Her juices flow over my lips, dripping off my chin as I work her clit. She cries out in pleasure. I nearly come in my jeans especially when her breath starts coming fast and I realize how close she is.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her hips rocking as I lap at her, zeroed in on the spot and determined to make her see stars.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, love,” I murmur, with blood rushing through my ears, drowning out the sound of the storm outside, cutting through everything except this woman and the way I want to watch her come undone. It doesn’t take more than another minute, my name falling from her lips over and over again in a way I could only dream of two days ago, the sound of it almost as satisfying as the orgasm ripping through her body when every muscle clenches and she peaks with a strained cry.
Before the waves stop rolling through her, I’ve risen and freed my length, clenching my teeth to rein in my release that’s only a few pumps away. “This is going to be fast and hard,” I warn her. “I—”
“Good,” she breathes, cutting me off as her eyelids flutter open and her pupils focus on me. “I want it.”
Fuck.
The director’s chair is too flimsy. It would collapse into a pile under the pounding I’m about to deliver.
“Turn around,” I say instead, guiding Kate to face the windows where she can hold on to the stainless-steel railing. It’s not ideal, but I’m not about to complain. “Hold tight,” I urge, as I line up at her entrance, tugging her hips back as she bends forward.
One second later, I plunge deep, a low groan releasing from deep in my chest as her warm, tight channel clenches around me, making me lightheaded.
“Kate,” I exclaim, my balls about to explode as I throb deep inside her. It’s the only coherent thought I can form as I start to move, stroking relentlessly, nearly out of my mind, trying to hold back, needing her to come again.
Which, thankfully, she does a few beats later. Her entire body shudders as I finish, plowing deep one last time in this cocoon of safety, a refuge as the gale continues its assault all around us.