“I want you to make me forget the rest of the world exists.”
12
Nate could only fight his reaction to Sophie for so long.
Her beautiful eyes, the ones he’d been entranced by since the very first moment he’d seen her, gazed down into his. Implored him.
He rested his hands at her narrow waist just above the outward curve of her soft, feminine hips. His thumbs nearly met in the middle of her flat abdomen. He was surrounded by her softness and struck by the determination in her eyes when he looked back up at her.
She’d just told him, in essence, she wanted sex, and he was hesitating why? Doing the “honorable” thing only went so far. At this point, in this situation, it verged on stupid.
Nate had always endeavored not to be stupid.
He reached up to the zipper of her sweatshirt and eased it down all the way, revealing a plain, salmon-colored tank beneath, no bra, and nipples that had definitely gotten the message he intended to grant her wishes.
Now that he’d let his defenses down and decided to give in to what he wanted, what she’d asked for, it was as if his self-control had taken a hike. He lifted the bottom of her tank and ran both his hands over the warm, smooth skin on her abdomen for a moment before raising them to palm her breasts. Perfect, more-than-a-handful, luscious breasts with large, rose-colored nipples.
Nate had to taste them. He toyed with one nipple with his tongue before pulling the tip into his mouth selfishly, hungrily. The way Sophie ground her pelvis into him and moaned told him his selfishness was working pretty well for her too.
While he laved one breast with his tongue, he explored with the other with his fingers, circling the tip, rolling it between his finger and thumb, palming the sweet weight of it. Sophie exhaled with a shiver.
“Should we move inside?” he asked as he adjusted the fuzzy blanket over her back and shoulders.
“I’m not cold. Nowhere near it,” she purred. Glancing over her shoulder toward the beach, she continued, “The beach is deserted tonight, and no one can see us from below anyway. Unless you prefer going inside…”
They could be smack dab in the center of the beach in broad daylight or in the middle of rush-hour traffic, and at this precise moment, he still wouldn’t be able to get her clothes off quickly enough for his tastes. “I’m fine.” Times one hundred.
She pushed his shirt up his chest, and he helped her raise it over his head and drop it to the balcony floor. He kissed her thoroughly, pulling her head to his and running his other hand up and down her gorgeous, softly curved body. His jeans constricted him to the point of pain, and he shifted beneath her, causing more glorious friction and eliciting another soft, sexy moan from her. God, he couldn’t wait to watch her come.
Nate slid his hands under the waistband of her yoga pants and worked them down as far as he could, which wasn’t far, due to the way they were sitting. Leaning first to one side and then the other, Sophie helped him, until she straddled him in nothing but a wispy, aqua-blue pair of bikini panties. Ignoring the discomfort in his own jeans, he slid his body down in the lounger and guided her to rise onto her knees.
“What…?”
He pressed his lips to her core, over her thin panties, and she gasped. Held on to the back of the chair behind his head. Looked down at him through lust-filled, heavy lids, and that elicited a growl from deep in his chest.
He teased her with his tongue on top of the silky material, his fingers working beneath, and the smell of her arousal reached him. She was wet for him, writhing for him, and it was so fucking hot.
Moving the underwear to the side, he slid his tongue home to her opening, and Sophie moaned. He reached down to unfasten his own pants, hoping to ease the discomfort, but the way she moved over him, into him, his blood pounded through him and centered in his cock. She was killing him, but he was determined to give her what she needed before sliding inside of her.
“Oh, God, Nate,” she said and repeated that and variations of it as he worked her over with his tongue and fingers. After some time, her body arched into him, tensed, and the graphic words that came out of her sweet mouth nearly made him lose it.
She wilted into him, and Nate pushed himself back up in the chair, then wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into his chest.
“That qualifies,” Sophie said with a sated half grin.
“For?”
“Forgetting the rest of the world exists.”
A sparkle appeared in her eyes, and then she sought out his neck with her mouth, nibbling him, licking, kissing, working her way up to his ear and just below it, driving him mad. Because he just wasn’t turned on enough.
Yeah, right.
She trailed a path downward, over his jaw, to his chest, at the same time going to work on his jeans, inching them lower. He helped himself to her breasts again, molding them with his hands, rasping his thumbs over the nipples, thinking this was about as close to heaven as a guy could get.
Nate raised his hips to help her get his jeans down just enough that they were out of the way, and then he felt her palm close around his cock. He leaned his head back and bit his lip. She stroked him, caressed him, made his eyes roll back.
He felt like a fucking adolescent, but he said it anyway: “Soph, if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last long…”
