I struggle for breath as much as I struggle for more. The heat rising inside me like a thermonuclear reactor.
“I think it’s time to take you home,” Ky speaks between hot, hungry kisses, his grip on my body insanely restrictive.
“I think that’s a good idea. Maybe we can still go for that swim,” I offer, winded, lightheaded, and woozy with lust.
Ky places his hands on my face and touches me almost reverently. “I would give almost anything for that.”
“All it will cost you is a ride home.”
“Snow.” He presses his lips to mine. “It’s going to cost me so much more than that.”
12
Ky
I chaseKira down the beach.
She changed back into that sexy white bikini, and her body is on full display just for me.
She runs into the calm water, giggling playfully and carefree. Her energy is infectious, and for the first time in a long time, I feel a true sense of happiness. Of freedom and ease.
“Gotcha.” I lift her up into my arms, and she screams with a thrill. “Didn’t think I could catch ya?”
“I was hoping you could.”
“I always can when I really want you.”
I let her slide down my chest until her feet are touching the ocean floor.
“Are you telling me you want me?” She stays pressed against my body. Her skin is warm to the touch and softer than silk.
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I confess softly, purposely tickling her ear with my lips.
She shivers, and I know it isn’t from the cool temperature of the water. I run my fingertips gently down her arms, chasing after that same reaction. I execute it perfectly because she shivers more, and her nipples harden under the thin white material.
“Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes,” she brazenly answers. Her dark eyes fastened to mine.
“I like touching you.” I skim my fingertips back up her arms and then down over her chest. When my pinky grazes her nipple, she inhales sharply. “I want to touch you all night.” I lean in to kiss her.
“What’s stopping you?” she questions right before our lips meet.
“I hope nothing. I don’t want anything to come between us tonight.”
“I won’t let anything, if you don’t,” she promises.
I nod, calling her ante. I’m not going to let a damn thing come between us tonight.
We pick up right where we left off on the pier. Tongues tangling and hands roaming and breaths heavy. Except now, there’s nothing limiting us. We can go as far as we want, and my plan is to take it all the way.
I break our bond, wanting to look at her as I touch her. The moon is round and full and bright, acting as our very own spotlight. Everything is lit up in a silvery glow, the surface of the water, the beach, the house, and both our bodies.
Slipping my fingers under her bikini top, I slide it up, exposing her perfect, round breasts. I pant harder at the sight of them and revel in the feel of them. Massaging both of them at the same time, I reclaim her mouth, kissing her harder and more aggressively, but still with some consideration.
“Mmm,” a little moan escapes her, and I get goosebumps. I want to hear more. I want to feel more.
This time Kira breaks our kiss. Her eyes are starry, and her lips are plump. She explores my body with her fingertips, tickling my skin with her feathery contact. Up my chest, over the wording across my clavicle, down to the sparrows on both my pecs to my side where a hand is flipping over two cards — a pair of aces. She continues to move lower, testing the waters by the hem of my underwear. I’m not going to stop her. The bulge of my erection is no surprise. I’ve been hard since the second she put on that bikini. Tormented with anticipation.
