More Than Want You (More Than Words 1)

“No, you’re near me.” She brushes a hand up my thigh and caresses her way up my ass, pulling me closer. “You’re not with me yet.”

Jesus.

“Good point.” I swallow, holding myself back for another moment so I can warn her. “This may move fast.”

“Thank god.”

With two words, she seals her fate. Well, stripping naked and begging me to touch her already ensured I would spend the night inside her, but knowing she’s as ready as I am to unleash this storm brewing between us is heady.

With one hand, I fist her hair and tug, aligning her lips under mine. With the other, I grip her thigh and lift it above my hip. Our lips brush as the head of my erection nestles against her slick, soft opening. I look down at Keeley. She’s breathless, waiting, spellbound. God, I want to give her the world, the stars—whatever she wants…except a plane ticket back to Phoenix.

“Sunshine,” I groan before I swoop down and plunge into her mouth while I thrust forward into the tight clasp of her body.

Gliding through her is so smooth, like silicone over glass.

Suddenly, I’m submerged inside her. She fits around me like a perfectly tailored suit. I taste the wine on her breath as I take her tongue. I feel the softness of her body as she rises up to meet me. I see the pleasure rip across her face as I brace myself on the big stone behind her and sink my last inch deep.

I ease back—all the way to the weeping tip of my shaft—then I shove my way inside her again. She undulates beneath me in a sensual ripple of her body and lies back farther, opens herself to me wider.

Desire sucks my sanity clear from my brain. I descend into a haze of arousal, where I’m compelled to meld myself to her. I have no thoughts that aren’t of the scent of her blending with me, wrapped in the ocean salt. I have no wants that aren’t steeped in delving my way deeper into her body and making sure I’ve touched every possible part of her.

I shift the angle of my head and fuse our lips together once more. I drink in more of her as I sink into her again. And again.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp and falls back on her elbows, head tossed back. “Maxon…”

Her breasts fill my vision. I lick my way up the side of one. I want to take her nipple in my mouth, roll it on my tongue. They look taut and perfect. They’re under-loved, which is definitely a failing on my part I intend to rectify soon. But at the moment, I’m too busy hovering above Keeley and watching her face as I fill her up in a rhythm that picks up speed with every thrust.

“What do you need, sunshine?” I manage to grind the words out. If I’m hurting her, I have to know. Otherwise…I’m not sure much is stopping this pleasure train.

“I’m close.” Her words sound strained.

Thank god. I’m on the edge, too.

She peppers kisses up and down my arms. It’s the only part of me she can reach in this position. So she drags her lips up the sensitive inside crook of my elbow, nipping at me with her teeth. An electric arc races through me as she plucks at my skin and moans.

Then she thrusts a hand between her legs. I feel her manipulating her clit with her fingers. It’s something I’d be more than happy to do to her myself—if I wasn’t using my hands to hold my body upright to prevent a full-on face plant into the rocks.

Why did I think sex right here was a good idea?

Next time—and there will be one—I’ll make sure I can touch every part of her and hurtle her into ecstasy a few times. After the discomfort of the beachcapade, I owe her a few stellar orgasms.

Despite the fact I can’t get a hand free to fondle her where I’d like to, she manages to do a great job on her own. Her moans turn breathy, high-pitched, almost panicked. She clamps down on me. I’m on fire. She’s going to make it to the finish line before me…but it’s going to be a damn close race.

“Maxon…” She sounds almost distressed.

“Here, sunshine,” I growl. “You ready?”

“Yes. Damn it. Oh…” she pants, body heaving and bucking against me. “Yes. Please. Deeper. More. Like that.”

I hammer her now—fast, unmerciful, an onslaught of power, desire, and determination to make her come.

Color splashes across her chest, creeps up her neck to stain her cheeks. Rosy. Aroused. So fucking beautiful. Her entire body tenses, and I know she’s there.

I brace for my own orgasm. My blood has reached a boil. I’ve been holding off the tingling brewing in my balls but they feel heavy. I’m close to exploding. The time is now.

As if she can hear my internal monologue, she tenses and looks at me as if only I can save her.

“Keeley.” I mouth her name because my voice is too scratchy. “Now. Come!”

We’re so perfectly in sync that she lets go the moment I speak her name. Her body stiffens as she thrashes beneath me, all over my cock. I feel her everywhere—under, around, beside—not just my shaft but my whole body. I’m aware of her scream, of her goose bumps, of the gentle sheen of her perspiration.

Then the orgasm I’ve been trying to hold back runs me over, and all I can do is hold on for dear life and shout her name as I lose my self-control completely.

I’m hoping I haven’t lost my sanity, too.

CHAPTER THREE

After lingering for a few moments, I have to pull away. I’m not ready to break our connection, but the damn rocks are killing my knees. While she rises, I find a trash can beside the nearby towel stand and do away with the condom. When I turn back, I expect to find her dressing.

Instead, she’s run stark naked into the water.

I’d ask anyone else if they were crazy, but Keeley flips a laugh at me over her shoulder, like she knows I’m wondering what the fuck she’s doing. Instantly, I see a bright happiness beaming from her face. Since that’s what she wants out of life, I feel good. Weirdly content.

“Come in the water,” she calls to me.

“I’m not skinny dipping in the ocean. What if someone calls the cops to say there’s more than one moon shining on this beach?”

Her laugh this time is heartier. “Then we sweet-talk our way out of it or go to jail, but how many times in life will we have the chance to do something like this?”

Probably not very many. She has a point.

I shuck my shoes and pants. “I must be crazy. I blame you.”

“Good.” Keeley turns to me, flashing me a full frontal of her glorious nudity. “You should.”

I just had a monster climax less than five minutes ago, but I’m already hoping my recovery time is short. I’d love to get her back to the condo, into my bed, and do every crazy, dirty, wonderful thing to her I can think of.

“I will,” I promise as I head into the brisk Hawaiian water.

Her smile—whether she means it or not—looks sultry. “I love being a dangerous woman.”

Though she sometimes seems so sweet I could get a cavity, I sense her wild side just under the surface. The male animal in me wants to feel her again. Tame her—at least for an hour or two.

I take her hand. With the other, she bends to splash me.

“You want a fight?” I challenge.

“Maybe…”

She’s flirting. I love it. I’m never playful after sex. Most of my partners get their clothes on and leave, which is a relief. Tiffanii always showered the smell of sex—of me—off her body before she rolled over and went to sleep. In fairness, as a flight attendant, she often had to be up by four to work the 6:30 a.m. flight to Honolulu. Still, it pissed me off.