Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

“I think we have more time than that,” he said, reaching a hand out and cupping his fingers around the back of her neck. Slowly, he pulled her to him, giving her a real kiss this time.

Her lips tasted of the drink and her own blend of sweetness. He teased her closed lips with his tongue, and slowly she opened to him. Her soft moan sent shivers of desire down his spine that had him wishing they had a bed and not just a sandy beach with a towel.

He pulled back to see her sitting in the sand with her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, and her chest heaved up and down.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with those big brown eyes of hers. Long lashes framed their warmth. Chocolate wasn't an accurate description for them. They were warmer, more delicious. There was a hint of gold and green near her pupils that hinted at depths still to be explored.

And he definitely wanted to explore her depths.

She moved slowly, as if unsure of what she was doing. She sat up and then proceeded to straddle his lap. Her eyes stayed on him, watching for any hint that he was going to pull away. At this point, the only thing that would be able to pull him away was rampaging sharks.

And they were firmly on dry land.

Her weight settled on his lap, her arms going to his shoulders. Her breath was quick and nervous, yet the smile on her face said it was the good kind of nerves.

She moved her hands down to the hem of her long shirt and pulled upward, taking the shirt from her body. She paused when it was free of her and then carefully tossed it to the side. In front of him was a glorious sight.

She wore a deep burgundy-colored bikini top. The halter-top design held everything perfectly in place. It wasn't skimpy or sexy, but classy. The swell of her breasts barely peeked out from the dark fabric to give just a tasteful hint of what was underneath. She could have worn it to a family-friendly resort, and no one would raise an eyebrow. It was stylish and wholesome, yet with her breasts right in front of his face like this, he would have said it was the sexiest bikini he'd ever seen.

“Wow,” he whispered, forcing himself to look up from her chest. “Are you sure you don't do this all the time?”

“I don't,” she assured him with a nervous laugh. “You just make me feel comfortable.”

“Good.” He wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for another kiss. This time, she was more open. Her tongue found his, and she let him taste her. She nibbled on his bottom lip, making him groan with pleasure.

She rocked her hips into his lap, enjoying the hardness that was growing between her legs. She released him from the kiss, pulling back just enough so that she could see his face. Her bottom lip went between her teeth as she took a deep breath.

And she reached up and undid the tie to her swim top. The top stayed perfectly in position, but the two neck straps fell to the side. Her eyes lingered on his face as she reached behind her and undid the bra-strap.

Her elbows held the top in place fo

r a moment, as if she were debating really doing this. She stopped biting her lip and tossed the top to land on her shirt.

“Wow.” He was at a loss for words. She was stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect.

His hands cupped her perfection, thumbs grazing the perky nipples. Her breathing was fast and shallow, but she wasn't pulling away. If anything, she was pushing into him. She rocked her hips against his, making him groan again.

“And you say you haven't done this before,” he whispered, ducking his head and taking a nipple into his mouth. He loved the small shudder that ran through her body. He loved the way her hands went to his hair and pressed his face into her chest. He loved the low moan she made when he flicked his tongue against the tight little nub in his mouth.

“Don't stop,” she whispered, arching her back and letting her head fall back. Grinding hips, whimpers, and the grip of her fingers in his hair all told him he was making her feel good. The sensation of her grinding into him and the soft skin of her breasts was making him feel good as well.

With his mouth still on a breast, he moved his hand from her hip forward. His thumb ran along the edge of her swimsuit bottom. It too was burgundy with a conservative cut. His fingers slid across the slick fabric of her suit, moving lower with every stroke.

She froze when he brushed her middle. He pulled away from her breast, looking up at her. She stopped breathing for a second and looked down at him.

She nodded.

With a slow grin, he brushed that spot again and was rewarded with a low whimper. He licked his lips as he slid his hand inside the swimsuit bottoms. His fingers found what he was looking for and began to stroke and tease.

Her stomach tensed and her hips rocked against him without her realizing it. He watched her face loving the way she twisted her mouth in pleasure. Her eyes closed, but her lashes fluttered as he gave her the path to ecstasy. Her breathing came fast and hard, and her arms tightened around his shoulders. He moved his thumb just a little bit faster.

Watching her come was nearly as good as an orgasm for himself. She cried out, her voice filling the air as she shook and fell into him. He almost lost it himself watching her. Every shiver and whimper was a glimpse into what heaven looked like.

Her forehead came to rest on the curve of his shoulder. Her breaths were hard and fast. Every once in a while she would still shudder slightly.

“I've never...” she gasped. She raised her head, and their eyes met. “I've never had one that good.”

“Just wait for what comes next,” he promised. He loved the way her pupils dilated, and another shiver rippled through her body.