Every second I spend in her wake, my feelings for her grow stronger and stronger. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. That’s why I don’t want to screw it up. I need nothing more than to make her feel comfortable and safe with me.
I kiss down her throat while she gasps softly, my hands wandering under her sweatshirt. But then she sits up, makingme lean back when she pulls the sweater over her head and lets it fall to the floor.
She’s wearing one of our gold necklaces, and I reach out to turn it around, a gasp leaving my lips when I read Saylor’s name in the back.
“How? Where?” I start asking like an idiot, shocked out of my lusty haze.
“He told me where to find it. I’m just keeping it safe for him,” she answers in a whisper.
“So, not lost to the ocean?” I ask the obvious.
“Lost in the maintenance hatch of a boat after a poker game.” She smiles, and I nod.
That sounds like Saylor.
I want to dig deeper, to ask more questions, but she opens the clasp of her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor with her sweater.
My gaze zeroes in on her perfect tits, her nipples already peaked, and my head goes blank.
Fuck.
My restraint bids fucking farewell.
Like a starved man, I almost jump her, pushing her back down on the bed so I can suck and lick on her nipple, her other tit firm in my grip.
“North,” she breathes out my name, arching her back and pushing herself into my face, making me even harder than I already was.
I need her.
I bite her nipple, she bucks against me again, and my hand wanders from her tit to the waistband of her jeans while my mouth places hot, open-mouthed kisses up her chest and throat until I can whisper in her ear. “Tell me no.”
Her saying those two letters is the only thing that would keep me from pulling off these jeans and burying my face in her cunt.The world could burn around us, and I would happily die with her taste on my tongue.
“Please,” she moans, and I can’t keep my hands from unbuckling her jeans.
“Please, what? Use your words, baby.” I may sound in control, but I’m five seconds from losing it.
“Please, take me, North,” she whispers, and it’s all I need.
I kiss her again, softly at first, but then rougher. I nip her bottom lip, running my teeth over her lower one before kissing my way down again, pulling her jeans and panties off her legs, leaving her bare in front of me on my bed.
The vision I dreamed about for weeks.
“Look at you, looking so good spread across my sheets,” I praise, kneeling in front of her and grabbing the back of her thighs. I kiss her left knee, then let my nose slide up the inside of her thigh to her cunt. She still smells like the Caribbean, but the closer I move to her core, the more it mixes with the pure scent of her arousal.
Now it only needs to mix with our sweat, and I will be in fucking heaven.
I kiss her pelvis, and she reaches out to grip my hair, her fingers gliding through the strands. I gently pull her forearm away so she has to let go.
“Behave, baby,” I warn, “Only good girls get eaten.”
She grips the covers left and right from her, her eyes on me. “Please.”
“You plead so beautifully,” I whisper against her before I finally let my tongue glide up her slit, making her gasp.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever stop tasting her on my tongue after this.
My tongue flicks over her clit, and I look up to see her face, but her eyes are closed, pleasure written all over while she’s panting, arching her back.
