Kissing Kendall

“You want to go off script?” she asked as she trailed her fingertips over the hard planes and defined ridges of his bare chest.

His hands moved from the wall to her ass and he lifted her up, bringing her against him so that her core was against the hard length of him. “What do you think?”

Forget thinking. She was done with that until they docked back in New York. So she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him, nothing nice and sweet about this one. This was all want and craving and need for something more real than that.

Damn Aubrey felt good rubbing up against him, her full lips on his, her long fingers cupping his face, her smooth legs wrapped around him, and that sweet, hot pussy of hers against his dick. The moment she’d picked that scene he should have told her no way and stuck to it. He thought he’d be able to stand the temptation. What a fucking lucky idiot he was—something he should have realized the minute she’d open that connecting door. Just the sight of her in a light blue bikini top with her nipples poking against the thin material had his blood rushing south. Add the fish tattoo wrapping around her ribs that he immediately wanted to trace as well as the filmy blue wrap tied around her waist his fingers itched to untie and he knew the smart move would be to apologize and close the door between them.

But he hadn’t.

“This really wasn’t my plan,” he said between trailing kisses across her shoulder, her skin still smelling of coconut sun screen and tasting of saltwater.

“Mine either.” Her gaze not leaving his, she reached behind her back to the tie holding her bikini in place and tugged it loose. “Do you want to stop?”

There were a million things he wanted in the world, but with Aubrey in his arms none of them mattered. “Fuck no. I have too many ideas for what I’d like to do with you right now.”

She pulled one of the strings tied into a bow behind her neck and her bikini top slipped off, falling to the floor. “More script reading?”

This was where the writers would put in a smartass line or a something catchy. His mouth was too busy with Aubrey’s tits for that. Adjusting his hold on her ass, he lifted her higher so he could take one of her hard nipples in his mouth, grazing his teeth over the hard nub and curling his tongue around it. Her grip tightened on his head as she let out a shaky moan. Switching sides, he teased her other nipple until it was wet with his attention and he blew on it, watching the stiff peak go diamond hard.

This was good but it wasn’t enough. He wanted—needed—more.

Lowering his arms, he let her slide down him until they were face to face again. “Say the word and we stop immediately, no questions asked, but I’d like to take this to the bed. You good with that?”

“Depends.” She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a wink. “Are you gonna be naked?”

This woman. She was going to kill him and he’d die happy. He pivoted and lowered her to the bed before taking a few steps back, his hands going to the waistband of his swim trunks.

“As you wish.” He shoved them down and made his way back to the bed, one hand curled around his cock as he jacked it slowly, looking down at her spread out on the bed.

Aubrey’s gaze turned dark with lust as she watched him. Not that she wasn’t busy herself. She made quick work of undoing the knot holding the wrap around her waist, revealing her blue bikini bottom held up by two very tempting bows on either hip.

The sight was the best and worst thing all at the same time because he was a selfish bastard. “Don’t you dare take that off.”

She paused, then lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because.” Unable to go another minute without touching her, he spread her legs and ran his hands up her legs from her ankles to nearly the juncture of her strong thighs stopping just short of where he so desperately wanted to touch. “For as much as I want to have you naked, there is something to be said for anticipation.”

She rolled her nipples between her fingers, pulling them taut. “You like to be teased?”

“No. I like to be the one taking it slow, making you want it more, hearing you plea for me to touch you...” unable to deny either of them any longer, he glided his thumb across the damp center of her bikini, “…right here, and then when you think you can’t take it anymore, feeling you come so hard you squeeze my dick hard enough that I follow you over.”

She let out a shaky breath and lifted her hips. “Take off my fucking bikini. Now.”

“Someone’s demanding.” He toyed with the string, dragging the end of it across her upper thigh. “I don’t know if I should do that.”

Aubrey narrowed her eyes at him. “Carter. I’m dying here.”

It wasn’t even close to begging, but he was on the verge of pleading himself so he wasn’t going to call her on it. Instead, he tugged the string until the bow was undone, repeating it on the other side and letting it fall to the bed.

“Fuck, darlin’, you are so wet,” he said as he traced along her glistening folds with the tip of his finger, watching her face for every change in expression, listening for each sharp intake of breath when he found the right spot.

And when he found that spot, the one that made her grip the sheets like she was afraid of falling off the face of the earth? That’s when he dipped his head between her thighs and tasted her, taking his time as she lifted her hips and rocked her core against his mouth. Taking his time, he explored her, gauging her response to every lick, stroke, and touch, her responses making his dick harder. Scissoring his fingers inside her, he circled his tongue around her clit again and again.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her body going tense. “So close.”

He had absolutely no plans of leaving her wanting. Having her sweetness on his lips and watching her as her pleasure built higher and higher was too good for that. The temptation to dial it back, take her off the edge of coming, was strong but denying her wasn’t something he had in him. Especially not when she was making that soft moan between quiet yeses and pleas for just a little bit more. Instead, he gave her his all, everything was hers for the asking.

“Right there, Carter.” Her staccato demand was a scream in whisper form. “Right. Fucking. There.”