Once, twice… the third time her tongue responded to mine.
That was it.
I was in.
Chapter 11
Jenny
Was this really happening?
I moaned against Slade's mouth. His hands were everywhere under the water, inflaming me. He started stroking softly between my legs.
Even through my panties, it felt incredible.
How could I be so hot when I was submerged in the Atlantic Ocean?
Slade stopped kissing me long enough to tilt back slightly and lift me up. His lips and tongue seared the skin along my neck and collar bone.
He growled in frustration when he couldn't get at my breasts and set me back down.
He ran his thumb over my cheek and grabbed my hand.
"Come on."
I followed him back to the beach in a lust filled daze. He kissed me again and looked around, whistling for Basil. Slade scooped up the leash and led us both back toward my house.
I was as obedient as a well-trained dog.
I felt like I was in a champagne and kissing induced dream. But one thought kept pulsing through my mind. A thought that should have scared me. But it didn't.
I was going to sleep with Slade Kinney.
He opened the door. His damp hair fell over his forehead as he smiled at me. His hand felt warm on my back as he guided me inside.
At this point, the warning bells in my head went completely silent, overwhelmed by lust.
I would just sleep with him. Once. That would get him out of my system. Right? Yes, I told myself yes over and over again.
Then I could go back to my safe, boring little life.
But for now…
I stood in my living room, watching while Slade shut and locked the door behind him. Then he pulled me into his arms. His eyes were dark and hot and concerned.
"You're shaking."
He pulled my shirt up and over my head, casting it aside. I was naked now, except for my underpants. This was new. The lights weren’t even dimmed. I’d spent every moment I’d ever been naked with a man trying to keep him from seeing me.
Slade looked. I could feel him looking. My skin pricked with heat as his eyes slid over my flesh.
But somehow he didn't make me feel exposed. He didn't stare, or ogle my large boobs. Instead he silently appreciated me. Just for a moment. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me again.
Ohhh…
He laughed a minute later, pulling away.
"We'll never get dry this way. Do you have a towel?"
I nodded and padded over to the linen closet. I turned expecting him to be watching me. Checking out my half naked ass. Instead, he'd followed me. He was inches away, his body giving off tremendous heat.
He pulled the towel out of my hands and started to dry me off. I gasped as the circulation rushed to my skin, warming me from the outside in.
It was the most sensual rub down of my life.
His hands skimmed my sensitive places as he patted and briskly rubbed me with the towel. He bent down to address my lower half and rolled my soaking wet panties down my legs. He didn't give me a chance to be shy. He wrapped the towel around my back and in the front-
In the front, he used his mouth the whisk the salt water away.
Gently, carefully, he tasted me.
Slade Kinney was eating me out while I stood in the hallway of my Gran’s beach shack. And he was doing a damn good job of it too.
Oh my god.
His lips were soft against my pouty sex. He licked, teased and nuzzled me there, all the while making appreciative, sexy little noises.
Those noises alone were going to drive me insane. So was the way he was toying with me, never quite giving me what I wanted. What I wanted was more pressure, more contact, more speed.
I wanted more. Now, dammit.
But he just lazily traced the outline of my dewy slit with his tongue. Over and over again. Now and then he changed gears and flicked his tongue rapidly against my clitoris. Not enough to let me come. Never long enough to do more than turn up the dial on my arousal.
And I was already very, very aroused.
"Slade… Oh God, what are you doing to me?"
He chuckled and kept going as I gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life.
"Please…"
He murmured something against my dripping petals. I tugged on his hair. I was close to begging.
"Slade!"
I expected him to come up with a smug grin on his face. Instead he came up looking serious. And as desperate as I felt.
"Bed. Now."
I nodded breathlessly and pointed toward my bedroom. He scooped me up like I was a skinny little thing. He carried me down that the hallway and kicked the door open, tossing me on the bed.
I watched in awe as he closed the door in a startled looking Basil's face.
Then he peeled his shorts off and climbed on top of me.
Chapter 12
Slade
Please give me the strength to do what I need to do.
The writhing woman beneath me was going to drive me insane. Literally and completely insane. I felt like I was going to wake up in a mental institution, wrapped in a straight jacket.