“One taste,” he promised, not sure whether he was trying to convince her or himself.
He bent low as he flipped the last bit of satin away from the dusky peak. First, a close-mouthed kiss. Then, the flick of his tongue. She stiffened in his arms.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered.
She trembled against him, and he closed his lips over her, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive bud until she was muttering incoherently, her fingers digging into his scalp, urging him to keep going. The need to obey her unwitting and sensual command, to make her come until her throat was sore from screaming his name, battered him like the waves from a monsoon. Sweat broke out on his upper lip and he trembled with the effort of restraining himself.
Then she moaned low in her throat, a wordless plea, and he couldn’t deny her. Just a little more… He trailed his fingers over the thin fabric of her tiny panties, sliding beneath to cup her heat in his hand. She froze, then cried out, the sound echoing against the rocks. He slid his finger into her wet center, and she closed around him like liquid silk. He wasted no time, and began to fuck her with his finger. In and out he slid until she bore down against him, trying to take him deeper. His heart jackhammered against his ribs, and a growl reverberated in his chest. Using the edge of his teeth, he tugged on her nipple and slid his finger deeper.
“Please, Galen, I—” She whimpered, clutching fistfuls of his hair in her hands.
Her hips fluttered now, moving counterpoint to his thrusts. His name was a litany on her lips and her body tensed, straining against him. She was close. God, she was so fucking close. And his cock was loaded for bear and he was a suck, fuck, or jerk away from the point of no return.
The last working part of his brain sent up a warning flare. They should stop. But, damn, she was so ready…
As if she could hear his thoughts, she froze. “I-I can’t do this. I’m not ready yet.”
He wanted to howl with disappointment, but he knew she was right. She’d feel guilty if they finished this, regardless of the fact that she had nothing to feel guilty for. And no matter what her body was telling him, he didn’t want to be responsible for her regret. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, slipping her panties back in place and releasing her nipple with a muttered curse. “You’re right. We should get back anyway.”
Their harsh breaths mingled in the warm night air and she nodded, looking dazed. She blinked up at him and disentangled her hand from his hair. She swallowed hard, her throat working. “I guess we were being rude.”
He held her gaze and traced his finger over the delicate line of her collarbone and adjusted her bra. “I, for one, couldn’t give a shit about being rude if it meant we could pick up where we stopped, but I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret. This isn’t over, though. Something’s going on here and we’re going to need to figure out what to do about it eventually.” He let his gaze slide down her front to where her nipples still pressed taut against wet satin. “I have several suggestions if you want to hear them.”
Despite the heat in her eyes at his words, she shook her head vigorously. “Nope. That’s a bad idea.” She scrambled backward and then pitched forward into the water. A moment later she was wading toward the patio in a graceless, splashy breaststroke, a frantic attempt to get some distance from him before calling back over her shoulder. “But feel free to write down those thoughts and share them with me after my—”#p#分页标题#e#
“Look out!”
His warning came too late as she promptly smacked her head against a decorative stone.
“Son of a—” she mumbled under her breath. To her credit, she barely paused, navigating around the rock and propelling herself forward with a one-armed crawl. “It’s fine,” she called over her shoulder. “Seriously. All good. Barely nicked me. See you back at the patio.”
He winced, although part of him was glad to see some proof that she was as affected by what had happened between them as he was. He gave her a minute to collect herself, another so he could do the same, then followed her. He’d just rounded the bend when he saw Lacey standing in the middle of the pool, frozen to the spot with a bare-assed Cyrus next to her, his arm around her shoulder.
“So,” Nikki said, wading toward Galen. “Did you guys want to do this all together, or are we going our separate ways?” She stood when she reached him, bare breasts bobbing on the surface like buoys.
Cyrus turned to face them and Galen quickly averted his gaze, but not before he got an eyeful of Cyrus’s one-eyed Willy, locked and loaded for action.