Greek (Palm South University)

“We are,” I promise.

“Skyler, I swear to God, if you don’t have that man naked in the next ten minutes,” Jess warns.

I spin in Kip’s arms, throwing my hands up. “But we’re going out!”

“We are going out,” Ashlei corrects, pointing to the four of them and purposefully leaving me out. “You are getting railed.” She pauses. “Sorry, Kip.”

He throws his hands up with a smile.

“If you still have energy after, come join us,” Erin says.

I bite my lip, looking at all of them. “Are you sure? I don’t—”

“GO!” they all yell in unison.

And then I’m swept up again and carried out of the suite.

My feet don’t hit the ground again until I’m halfway across the resort in Kip’s room. It’s much smaller than the penthouse suite Brandon booked us, but I couldn’t care less as I immediately slip my hands under Kip’s suit jacket and shove the fabric back over his wide shoulders.

“Help,” I pant against his lips, trying unsuccessfully again to strip him.

Kip chuckles, shrugging out of his jacket and unfastening his tie. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk for a while? We haven’t—”

“Later.”

I don’t wait for him to unbutton his dress shirt. Instead, I grab at the collar with both hands and then rip them in opposite directions, sending the first two buttons skittering to the floor. Kip roars a laugh at that, and then helps me rip it the rest of the way because two buttons was all I got with all my might.

I laugh then, too, before Kip steals my breath with a passionate, demanding kiss — one that has me pressing up on my toes for more as he tugs at the string of my bikini top. It falls loose, dangling from the string wrapped around my neck, and Kip palms my breasts with a groan that makes me ache and clench and tingle.

“Fuck, it’s been so long…” he husks, pressing his forehead to mine and looking down to appreciate the view of what his hands are doing to me.

I capture his mouth again just as my fingers start fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants, and in-between bruising kisses and lip biting, I manage to undo them, yanking as hard as I can to get them down over his ass.

Kip shoves them the rest of the way down, hopping a little as he frees one leg and then the other. I’m in his arms in the next instant, and then I’m falling into the lush comforter, pillows making a soft whoosh when I collapse into them.

It’s a glorious sight to behold, Kip watching me from the foot of the bed as he slowly strips his boxer briefs down. His length springs free of them, making me bite my lip, and when he palms that impressive cock with his heated gaze on me, I spread my knees, leaning up on one elbow as I slowly slide my other hand down my exposed breast, my navel, and dive beneath the small triangle fabric of my bikini bottoms.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” Kip asks, his eyes on where my fingers move under the swimsuit.

“Only every night.”

He closes his eyes on a hot breath, stroking himself as his cock twitches at my words. “Me too. I’ve come so many nights thinking about you, about how fucking tight you are, how perfectly you fit around me.”

“Why don’t you remind me what that feels like?”

“Soon,” he promises, and then he’s prowling onto the bed, climbing between my legs.

His shoulder hits the bottom of one of my legs and then the other, until my knees are spread even farther, and he nips my fingers through the fabric of my bottoms.

“My turn,” he says, and I remove my fingers just in time for him to pull at the string over my left hip, then the one over my right, the fabric falling away like silk and leaving my bare pussy right in his face.

Kip growls, carefully trailing his middle finger from my clit down through my slick lips as I tremble and quake.

“Perfect,” he mutters, shaking his head and sliding his finger up again. He circles my clit in a swift motion that makes my legs convulse, and then that finger slides down again, entering me with a shock between pleasure and the pain that comes with having been empty for so long. I arch into the touch, and Kip smirks, kissing my inner thigh. “So goddamn perfect.”

That featherlight kiss on my thigh turns into a tongue gliding along the seam where my leg meets my pelvis, and then he’s sucking and biting and teasing his way to where I want him most, his finger slowly moving inside me and making me writhe.

It’s like a dream and the most alert awakening of my life all at once. My head is fuzzy, focus distant, as if I’m both experiencing and watching it happen from above. At the same time, every nerve in my body is sensitive and buzzing, coming alive at the faintest touch from this man.