Page 123 of Reckless
“Okay?”
“Yes.Yes, don’t stop.”
Not hiding.
I added another slow stroke with my finger and went back to her clit with my mouth, and that was it.
That was the break.
She went tight.One hand left my hair to brace against the dune behind her.Her breath snapped sharp.Then she came.
Hard and beautiful.
Her legs shook against my shoulders.My name fell out of her in pieces.
I kept her there, through all of it, through the first wave and the aftershock and the soft little ruined sounds she couldn’t stop making.
By the time I rose, my mouth was wet, my fingers were wet, and Kelly looked like I had personally given her a slice of heaven.
She stared at me.
Then, in a voice shredded by her orgasm, said, “That was-”
I pressed my lips into hers before she could finish and kissed her.
I tasted her on my lips and made a low, demolished sound that nearly undid me again.
“Are you okay,” I asked against her lips.
“Unfair,” she breathed and laughed.“That was completely unfair.”
“How so?”
“You are not allowed to be that good at something and also look like that while doing it.”
“At what specifically?”
“Don’t fish for compliments.Not right now.”
“I’m not fishing.I’m asking.”
“At everything.At this.At making me lose my mind on a beach.”
Her hands slid under my shirt, over my stomach, my back, and then down to the front of my jeans with terrifying purpose.
“This,” she said, breathless, “is why you’re treacherous.”
Then she dropped to her knees in the sand in front of me.
For one beat, my brain stopped.
Entirely.
Kelly looked up at me with moonlight in her eyes and her mouth still swollen from kissing and coming, and I had exactly enough time to say, “You do not have to-”
She unbuttoned my jeans and said, “I know.”
The zipper came down.
