Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
Bri
Ilike this Tai. He listens and watches like he’s studying me for an exam later. Each time I open up to him, he shifts his eyes like all of these little conversations are being filed away in his head so he can fully understand me. It’s a heady feeling, and more than a little intimidating.
He’s already in the tent when I climb in.
He smiles nervously as I make myself comfortable in the small space.
We are down to one tent. Watching him set it up, I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other.
Before the “fuck like rabbits” portion of the evening commences, I need to get something off my chest.
“Today you asked me if I was running away from you or towards something else.”
He lets out a heavy breath and a heavy swallow at nothing.
“The truth is more complicated than that.”
“How so?”
“For a lot of reasons, which I don’t want to get into right now.” I crawl up his body and straddle his hips. “However, I have a solution.” I tug at his hair, pulling him to me.
“You are a problem-solver,” Tai rasps against my skin.
“We can do this, guilt-free. And then when we get home, everything goes back to normal.”
His grip on me lessens. “Guilt?”
Oh, shit. I said the wrong thing.
“Wrong word,” I move his hands back to their previous position. “No strings attach—shit, you won’t know what that means. Unconditional, yeah. Let’s go with that.”
“Do we need to figure all this out right now?” he asks, breathing heavily.
“Not at all.”
Our lips crash together violently. It’s all need and heat and desperation.
His hands are on my back, pressing into my skin, holding me tight like I could fly away at any second. He arches beneath me, adding to the building friction between us. I circle my hips, indulging in the sensation of us pressed together.
The movement elicits a snarl, and I have never felt sexier in my life. His lips and teeth are at my jawline and throat. Nipping, claiming, teasing me.
My hands are on his shirt pulling up. Before I get it over his head, I’m flipped onto my back and Tai hovers over me, his hips between my legs. He kisses down my chest and pauses above my belly button. He spits and sputters out some sand he licked up along the way.
I can’t help but laugh at his expression. My skin is all sand and sweat. The thought banishes the confident sexy feeling that had possessed me seconds ago. I push on his chest and squirm beneath him, trying to put some space between us.
He growls and goes back to kissing and nuzzling deep into my neck.
“I’m so gross—you don’t want to do this,” I tell him. My voice is breathless and doesn’t even sound believable to my own ears.
“You’re the best thing I have ever tasted,” he says. His breath rushes over my sensitive neck.
“I’m sweaty and dirty.” I squirm again.
“You’re perfect,” he says again, his lips brushing against me with every word. It’s my turn to groan against him. My poor attempts at getting distance between us turned into me grinding up against his rock-hard cock that is determined to punch through his pants.
“Tai…” I don’t even know what I was going to say.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, each word punctuated with a kiss across my shoulder. “Tell me you don’t want this. Say you don’t want me.” The kisses have stopped, and he stares, waiting for an answer, his light blue skin flushed and his pupils blasted out.
I should tell him to stop. I should say I don’t want this. But I’m beyond rationality right now. All I am is desire, and I’m sure there are reasons why this is a bad idea, but I can’t remember any of them right now. Plus, I can’t bring myself to lie to him.
I reach up and grab his neck and bring him down on me for another harsh, demanding kiss. He matches my intensity, and I could come apart from that alone. I drag my lips across his blue chest, tasting his salty skin. It’s heavenly. I want more.
Now I’m rubbing the sand off my tongue. It’s everywhere. I’ve never hated the sand more than I do right now.
The tiny strips of fabric between us are too much.
My breasts are sensitive and need to be freed from the gauzy dress.
I gather it up and pull it over my head.
Tai grabs one breast and kneads it roughly.
Rocking against me, the seam of his pants hits the right spot and gives me too much and still not enough pleasure with every pass.
I move with him, matching his punishing pace that has me careening toward release in a shockingly fast amount of time. He pushes my hand away when I reach for his zipper.
“I’m going to make you come like this, and when we are out of the sand, then I’ll give you what you want.”
Oh fuck. That tone of voice makes my entire body shiver. His deft fingers rub up and down.
His erection pushes against my inner thigh while he tortures me with his touch, his hips rolling in sync with his fingers. He slows and has me begging for more. I arch against him and whine, “Don’t stop.”
“Bri,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Mmmm?” I ask, unable to form a full sentence.
“The things I would do to you if I wasn’t covered in sand.”
I whimper when his finger flicks across my clit. “What would you do?”
He smiles. A predator toying with prey. “After I got you out of these clothes, I would lick every single inch of your delicious skin.” Tai nips at my jaw and drags his face over to my ear and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.
I gulp hard at his words. He moves his hand from between my legs and traces down my neck with one finger.
Goosebumps. Everywhere.
“Then I’d make you come on my mouth.” He sounds so cocky, and without his hand between my thighs, I can finally think straight.
“You could try.” I taunt him a little. “Many have tried, and none have succeeded at that maneuver.” I clap my hand over my mouth. I shouldn’t have said that, for many reasons.
His laugh is low and erotic.
“Sunshine, I’m going to make you come in ways you haven’t even dreamed of.” He runs his fingers down my ribs. His touch is almost a tickle. I gasp and lean toward him, seeking more friction.
“I bet I could make you come before you even pull your dick out.” Another challenge. Another chuckle from Tai. Christ on a fucking cracker. He is going to make me come without even touching me. I palm his cock as he pushes it toward me. A small dot of moisture shows up on his pants.
I am pure need. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.
“Oh no, you first,” he says moving back between my legs, going back to the excruciating pleasure.
“Prove it.”
Tai snarls and drags his fingers down my slit. I grab his arm with both hands and buckle from the sensation. The pressure builds in my core. My legs are soaked, and Tai relentlessly flicks his fingers across my clit, playing me like a goddamn instrument.
My stomach drops out from under me and I come apart, clinging to him for dear life. He captures every single gasp and moan with his mouth drinking in my pleasure for himself.
“I think we got a little carried away there.” I sound nervous. Why am I nervous? I just came all over the guy. As the haze lifts and the world comes back into focus, a familiar little voice is there waiting for me.
You missed your chance. You should have insisted on conditions before jumping the guy.
“You can carry me away anytime you want.”
“Oh, you have all the right words tonight,” I say and roll onto my back putting a few inches between us. Tai promptly drags me to him and settles me against him in the nook.
Without disturbing our comfortable position, he reaches over, grabs the canteen, and puts it in my hands.
“Thank you.”
I drift to sleep with the sound of Tai’s heart beating against my ear.