“Of course. I had to make sure.”
Krista kissed him again. For one, she wanted to tell him shewassure. For two, it turned out Shane was very, very kissable. “Have I sealed the deal?”
“What about Ry—”
“Shhh. I don’t want to talk about him.“ Krista laid her hand over Shane’s mouth. “In fact, I don’t want to talk at all. This is what I want.” She rubbed herself against his hard ridge.
The darkness surrounding them, thick with heat and desire, stripped away her self-consciousness and empowered her in the most delicious way. She kissed Shane’s forehead, his nose, and then his lips. She was twenty-seven years old. She’d never slept with a guy she hadn’t been dating for months. Casual sex was Mom’s and Lisa’s way.
But tonight, for one night only, it would be her way too.
“Vacations are all about doing stuff you wouldn’t normally do, right?” she said.
“Like ice cream for breakfast and cocktails by the pool?”
“Exactly. One night of sex can be our vacation treat.” She pressed little kisses at the corner of his mouth, enjoying how hard and taut he’d become beneath her, as if any movement would pop this fragile, yet intense, sexy bubble they’d created. “Do you have condoms?”
“Yes.”
Condoms he’d hoped to use with Zoey. But what the hell. Krista had her own stash at the bottom of her bag that she’d hoped to use with Ryan. And what was going on between her thighs right now definitely had nothing to do with Ryan. Or Zoey.
Just Shane.
And how much Krista wanted him to touch her in all her needy, yearning places.
Shane reached and fumbled above his head then pulled out what must be, from the sound of it, a box of condoms from his washbag. He tore it open. She couldn’t see the expression on his face, but she could tell by his jagged breathing that his jaw would be set firmly and that his body was already primed and ready for action beneath hers.
He wants me.
So, why wasn’t he in a hurry to put the condom on?
What was he waiting for?
When he pressed the foil packet into her palm, Krista understood. He wanted the final decision to be with her. She smiled in the darkness. She’d never been this turned on. Never felt this powerful.
Running her fingers over the hard contours of his groin and lower abs, she took her time feeling her way around his body, causing him to hiss and hold his breath, before rolling the latex to his hilt. He pulsed against her fingers, and when Krista could no longer bear the ache between her legs, she mounted him.
His soft, guttural groans mixed with hers, filling the night air. Shane was thick and hard inside her—so exquisite—and when he gripped her butt and jacked his hips, Krista let herself go, wanting nothing more than to ride this magnificent man into the night.
