“Lick,” I order.
Her eyes snap open, glancing at me through her lashes with a lazy look as she does what she’s told. Her tongue sensually licks my fingers, taking them into her mouth like a lollipop. When I pull out, I cover my mouth with hers, wanting to feel the warmth of her lips against mine. My fingers slip back into her panties, this time sliding even more because of the excessive saliva.
Another gasp sounds through the air.
”Sssssh, you gotta be quiet, baby. There are children around,” I mock, throwing her own words back at her. I form a V with my fingers, moving them up and down over her clit.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She bites her lips as I keep a steady motion, gracing every inch around her sensitive nub before I flick it every time I move back up. With each stroke, I feel how she becomes more relaxed beside me, with her skin growing damp from the sensation. I keep going until I feel her face tense, and I pull back to watch her as she falls.
“Oh, God,” she cries out.
”Ssssh.” I wrap my hand around her mouth to shut her up, while my fingers never stop moving, and muffled sounds vibrate against my palm. She starts to squirm underneath me, and I pick up the pace, knowing she’s close. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
I press my cheek against hers, burying her face in my neck to hide the high-pitched tone coming from her covered mouth, and when she grabs my shirt in desperation, I feel how she starts to shake in the cart.
“That’s it, baby.” Her forehead falls against my shoulder, holding on tightly as she rides out her orgasm, and I gently keep caressing the skin around her clit until she’s almost completely still and I pull out. Licking my lips, I put my fingers in my mouth, enjoying her salty taste before I wipe them dry on my jeans and she looks up at me.
The look in her eyes is feral and completely spent with a little shock glistening in her eyes.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t believe I need less than two minutes to make you come.”
She rolls her eyes at my cockiness, then grabs my arm by linking hers through it.
When we look up, the sun is about the set above the trees and I blink at the amazing sight. I hear her sigh next to me, and when I twist my head, she rests hers on my shoulder.
“You do weird things to me, McKay.”
I press a kiss to her hair, sucking in a whiff of her honey shampoo.
“Ditto, baby.”
We stay quiet while I hold her tightly against me and my hands start to play with her hair in a soothing way.
“This is gorgeous,” she whispers. I dip my chin, looking at every single feature of her face. I can close my eyes, remembering it all. Remembering every single freckle, every swell of her cheeks, and every ripple on her lips. But they still draw me in every day. I can stare at her like I’ve never seen her before every time.
“Yeah, it is.” I brush my mouth against her forehead.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”
Forever. The word makes my heart beat pound in my ears, but it no longer alarms me like it would have before Kayla. Forever now seems connected with her in the most fulfilling way because it’s exactly what pops into my head when I say her name out loud.
Kayla.
Forever.
“Me too, baby.”