Chills tumbled down her spine, all that hair whipping around us as a gust of wind swooped in low to fly over the pounding waves. “You keep saying that.”
“That’s because it’s the truth.”
She set both her hands on either side of my waist, pulled back to search my face. “I love that I’m out here with you…that you’re letting me into this part of your life that I knew you were keeping hidden away. I spent a lot of time wondering what it was you did in those days you weren’t with me.”
A low chuckle rumbled from me and I drew her a little closer, her skin warm from the sun where it pressed against my bare chest. “Most of the time I was just thinking about you.”
A shy smile pulled at that honeyed mouth, and I leaned in and kissed her.
Soft.
Soft.
Soft.
Shea sighed then our tongues met.
Fire and light.
And I was suddenly kissing her like crazy because I’d been dying to do it all day.
Maybe for all my life.
One hand wound in her hair, and the other hit that sweet spot at the small of her back. I dragged her close, all snug and firm and tight. I knew there was no mistaking how badly I wanted her, my cock aching, my hands greedy, and my mouth seeking what it’d been missing for too long.
She pressed her palms to my chest like she was seeking a way to fall inside.
My hand on her back slid around her narrow waist, traveling up the flat plane of her stomach that jerked and ticked beneath my fingertips.
I swallowed down the little gasps that tumbled from her throat, then let my thumb slip under the bottom of one side of her bikini top. I flicked and teased at her nipple. It pebbled beneath my touch, and Shea whimpered, evoking a throaty groan from me.
“Sebastian,” she murmured frantically at my lips, pulling away in the same second she seemed to be begging for more. “Someone might see us.”
I grinned against her mouth. “Place is deserted, baby.”
My entire hand dipped under that thin piece of fabric, nudging it up, palm full of that perfect round tit. My cock pressed at her stomach, seeking friction, something to alleviate the fucking insane need I had for her.
Lust raged in her expression when she jerked her head back, lips swollen and glistening and parted just enough that I caught a glimpse of that delicious tongue. She leaned back, clinging to my shoulders, her body bowing with the pressure of her own need.
“You can’t look at me like that, Shea,” I warned. I contemplated ripping off that suit and sinking hard and fast into her tight little body. Right here. Right now. “You gonna let me back into your bed tonight?”
“Yes,” she almost begged, fingers burrowing into my skin.
“Are you sure you want me there?” I needed to know. That she was all in. No reservations holding her back.
“Yes. I see you.”
My chest tightened with some kind of pride, and both my hands glided down to her bottom. I lifted her a couple inches from the ground, brazenly rubbing her against my dick. I leaned in close to her ear. “Maybe I’ll take this ass tonight. You know I’ve been dying to, don’t you?”
Red burst on the skin above her breasts, racing up her neck and hitting those cheeks, heat and flames and a dash of that innocence that clung to this girl.
Dark.
Light.
Heavy.
Soft.
She buried her face in my chest and chanced peeking up at me, her voice coated with panic and desire. “I haven’t done that before.”
My mouth was at her temple, murmuring low, our bodies moving slowly now as I settled her feet back on the sand. Again I found myself searching inside to find the caution she deserved. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel it, Shea, the way your body reacts to me?”
The flashes of fear and the shivers of pleasure.
Wanted to give that to her, but didn’t want to send her running, either.
“You think I don’t love that about you? How your body screams sex—” I held her closer. “—and your heart’s as guiltless as the come.”
Caramel eyes blinked up at me, sucking me in, pulling me deeper.
“I’m still trying to make sense of where you came from,” I said, getting lost in the depth of those eyes.
Darkness crowded at the creases of them, a billow of her storm, and she gave me a tight smile that I was doing my best to decipher. “I’m just Shea,” she whispered, before she shook her head as if she were trying to shake off the thought. She glanced behind her. “We’d better get back.”
I dipped my head down, eyes capturing her attention. “Hey, what was that?”
Another shake of her head. “Nothing.”
My thumb brushed along the sharp angle of her cheek. “Don’t tell me it’s nothin’ when I know it’s something.”