Page 121 of Reckless
Kelly flushed under the moonlight.Bare breasts.Hard nipples.Wind on her skin.Mouth parted.Eyes dark and direct and unhidden.
“Jesus.”
Her face altered at that.Heat and power.All three at once.
Then, because Kelly was Kelly even half naked in the dark, she said, “That better have been admiration and not concern.”
I laughed against her mouth and kissed her harder.
My hand closed over her breast.
She arched into it.
No hesitation.
Just the clean, devastating honesty of wanting.
I palmed her slowly, thumb brushing over her nipple until she shuddered and grabbed my shirt in both hands like she was trying to keep herself upright through it.
I kissed down her throat, over the top of her breast, then lower until her breathing turned uneven and desperate above me.
My hands were all over her now.Her waist.Her back.The soft curve of her.
And still, under all the heat, there was that other thing.
Attention.
The way she responded to every small change.Pressure and fingers.
Nothing in her felt disconnected from what I was doing.She was there in all of it.Alive in all of it.
I dropped to my knees in the sand in front of her.
Kelly’s breath caught.
Her fingers went to my hair instantly, not pulling, just there, as if she needed somewhere to put the surge of sensation that hit her the second she realized where I was.
“Xerses.”
That voice.
That voice was going to destroy what remained of me.
I looked up at her.“Tell me no if you want me to stop.”
Her chest rose and fell once.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and looked up once more.
She nodded and moved to help.
We unbuttoned them, and dragged the zipper down, and pushed them over her hips with her help until they dropped to the sand at her feet.
Beneath them, soft little underwear.Black.Barely there.
That was more intimate than naked would have been.
I kissed the inside of one thigh.
