Chasing The Sun (Angel Sands 7)

He chuckled against her skin, kissing his way up to below her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “How about this?” he asked, sliding his mouth to her jaw.

She wanted to turn, to capture his lips with hers, but he was holding her too tightly.

“Or this?” He ran his fingers through her thick hair, his gaze catching hers. His eyes were dark, needy, and sent a shot of electricity through her veins. Pushing the straps of her dress down past her shoulders, his fingers teased her skin as he pressed his warm lips against hers. He took his time as he kissed her, his movements slow and sure.

Excitement flooded through her veins. Making her nipples taut and her thighs ache. He lifted his hand to cup her chin, angling her head as he deepened the kiss. Her body felt boneless and hot, as though she was melting into him. His hand was tracing circles against her abdomen.

She could feel his excitement, too. Pressing against her as he moved his hands up her body, his fingers lightly brushing against her chest, making her nipples tighten and ache until she almost couldn’t stand it.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Where?’

“Everywhere.” She couldn’t get enough of him. Of his lips, his touch, the sensations his fingers were creating everywhere they moved. Twisting in his arms, she turned until she was facing him, her bare thighs straddling his denim-clad legs. He slid his hands beneath her behind, pulling her closer, until she could feel him there, right where she needed him. So hard and hot and perfect.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, sliding his hand up her back until his fingers were wrapped around her hair, tugging gently until she exposed her neck to his kisses again.

Every touch, every kiss, felt like fire against her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing the short hair on the back of his head. God, he was a good kisser. Firm, yet soft and warm at the same time. And every time his tongue swept against hers, she moved against him, the pulse inside her strong and rhythmic.

He slid his hands beneath her dress, tracing circles on her bare back. His eyes met hers, and she could see the question in the depths. Nodding, she rotated her hips, encouraging his fingers as they slid beneath her panties.

It was crazy how excited she was, when they were both still fully clothed. Yet she could feel the pleasure coil inside her, growing every time their bodies touched.

“You’re wet,” he whispered in her ear, as his fingers feathered against her core.

“It’s your fault,” she gasped, and he laughed softly.

Sliding the soft pad of his finger inside, he found the sensitive part of her, circling until she let out a loud gasp. He smiled against her neck and circled again, making her almost buck off his lap.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“So good,” she gasped, barely able to form the words. Her world had shrunk to a pinpoint, focused only on his lips and his fingers, and that oh-so-hard part of him she couldn’t help but grind against.

Gently, he pushed his finger inside of her, and her toes curled with delight. She was on the edge, a heartbeat away from falling, as he pushed a second finger in, and her whole body exploded against him.

He captured her cries with his lips, one hand holding her steady as the other prolonged her pleasure, twisting and stroking inside her as she slowly came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, he was staring right at her, his expression a mixture of gratification and excitement.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “More than okay.” She traced her hand down his chest and ran her finger along the seam of his jeans, tracing the outline of his steel-like hardness. “Unlike you, by the feel of it.” She pressed a kiss against his lips. “I can help with that.”

“Later.” His eyes caught hers. “Not here. When we have sex, I don’t want it to be in the open where anybody can find us. I want to take my time with you. Strip you naked. Make you come until you can’t breathe anymore.”

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away. Damn, she really wanted to see what he had going on down there. From the outline she could see, there was quite a lot.

Her stomach rumbled loudly, making them both laugh. Any tension left between them dissolved into the air.

He grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. “I guess now you’re ready to eat.”

As they drove back to Jackson’s house, the evening air rushed through the open car windows, lifting Lydia’s hair until it danced around her face. She was staring out at the ocean, the setting sun making her skin glow, making her look almost other-worldly.

Though his hard-on had thankfully abated, the memory of Lydia’s coming apart hadn’t. If he’d thought she was beautiful before, that was nothing compared to seeing her in mid-orgasm, her lips parted, her breath coming in pants, her body undulating against his until he’d coaxed every last ounce of pleasure from her.

“You sure you’re okay to come back to mine?” he asked, as he turned onto the main road into Angel Sands. “You don’t have to.” He didn’t tell her she didn’t owe him anything, but it was implicit in his words. Of course he wanted her – what red blooded man wouldn’t – but he didn’t want her to feel any pressure just because he’d made her come. It was completely up to her.

“Of course I want to come back to yours. After what you promised…” her voice trailed off.

She gave him a dirty smile that sent his pulse rating. “And anyway, I want to see Eddie.