I run my thumb over the back of her hand, desperate to pull her into my lap and kiss her again. Looking over at Ev, I say, “I thought you needed to study tonight.”
His smile grows. “Nah, I think I’ll take a break. Rest my eyes and all that.”
The glare I give him doesn’t do anything but make him look even more amused and pleased with himself. Instead of backing down, he says, “I guess I could go in and get a snack. I’m kind of hungry. Not sure what I should get, though.”
He ignores the slight shake of my head and the promise of some serious payback and takes another drink.
“Talia always has snacks in her pantry,” Sitka says, trying to help lure Ev inside. “Cookies and popcorn and stuff.”
“Hmm,” Ev says, pretending to mull it over. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood for that.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter and then grit my teeth and look at my way-too-pleased-with-himself cousin. “How about a Pop-Tart?”
The smile he gives me lights up his whole face. “A Pop-Tart? That’s kind of more of a breakfast food, right?”
“You son of a bitch,” I say, making him laugh while I fight the urge to strangle him. “Ev, go eat a Pop-Tart.”
He laughs again and holds up his hands. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He turns to Sitka and says, “Evidently I need to go get a snack, but it was good seeing you.”
Sitka laughs and says, “Good seeing you too. Enjoy your Pop-Tart.”
Ev stands and tells her he will and then shoots me one last smirk of a smile before disappearing inside. As soon as he’s gone, I turn to Sitka, but she’s already standing and pulling on my hand, trying to lead me away.
“Follow me,” she whisper-shouts, tugging on my hand as we walk past the pool and step onto the rocky path that leads down towards the water. Instead of heading straight for the beach, she guides me along and then pulls me off to the side so we’re hidden against the sloping bluff behind Max’s house. If it were daytime, I’d be able to look up and see the edge of the child-proof gate that surrounds the pool, but right now all I see is a dim light from the house and the glow of a sky full of stars.
My focus is pulled from the house when I feel Sitka grip my sweatshirt, dragging me down with a hungry groan right before she presses her lips to mine. In seconds my hands are cupping her face and I’m pressing her against the bluff. Cool grass brushes my fingers as small rocks shift beneath my boots and the familiar scent of her fills my nose, stirring my body to life with a force that steals the breath from my lungs.
She gives another whimper when I fist her hair and caress her tongue with mine. Her breaths are erratic, just as wild as mine, and every part of me is on fire for this woman. I fucking ache for her, and when I feel her hands slide under my shirt, short nails dragging up my sides and along my back, I groan and break our kiss so I can pull my hoodie off. Her hands falter before she moans my name and starts to trace the lines of my body. It’s too dark for her to make out the details of my tattoos, but she can see me well enough to know I’m covered in them. Her lips are swollen and slightly parted while her fingers map out every indentation of muscle that I’ve worked very hard to build and maintain.
I suck in a breath when she dips lower and slides a finger into the waistband of my jeans. When I still her hand with mine, shelifts her head, confusion and worry written so clearly across her beautiful face.
“I just need to know how far you want to take this,” I tell her.
She lifts her other hand, using it to grasp the back of my neck and pull me closer while hiking one of her legs up to rest on my hip. With her lips hovering so close to mine, she says, “I already told you what I want.” She nips at my bottom lip, sending a shiver of pure, raw ecstasy through every cell in my body. Every part of me aches with need for her, a primal urge that’s so strong it’s overwhelming.
“I want you to make me come,” she whispers before running her tongue over the spot she’d just bitten. “But not sex,” she adds. “I want to, but not tonight, not like this.”
I can’t help but grin and ask, “You don’t want to lose your virginity against a cliff while we hide from everyone?”
She grins and pulls me closer. “I’d love to lose my virginity like this,” she says, surprising me while also making my cock swell to the point of pain. “But I don’t want to make it too easy on you.” Her leg hooks tighter around me, forcing our bodies closer together, and I groan when she rocks her hips, grinding against my length. “I think I want to make you work a little harder before I let you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, ready and more than willing to jump through any hoop this woman tells me to. Cupping her face, I keep her close and run the pad of my thumb along her skin. “Anything,” I tell her. “I’ll do anything you want, Sitka.”
She smiles even bigger. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
When she tries to move her hands, I let her, watching as she starts to pull her hoodie off. She lets it drop beside mine, and the sight of her in nothing but a bra makes my mind go momentarily blank. At a loss for words, I reach out and run the backs of my fingers along her stomach, tracing soft lines along her skin until my fingers brush the shell between her breasts.
Grinning, I cup it gently in my hand. “You made it into a necklace.”
“I wanted it close,” she says, and the confession turns me on just as much as all the bare skin in front of me.
Letting go of the shell, I drag my fingers along the swell of her breasts, marveling at how she can make the simple pink cotton bra look like the sexiest piece of lingerie I’ve ever seen. My fingers drift higher, gliding along her clavicle and dipping into the sexy hollow at the base of her throat.
“Are you disappointed?”
My fingers still at her question. “Disappointed?”
“I don’t have big tits,” she says.
