Page 125 of Stolen Summer
When I tried again to put my hands on him and still found resistance, I could no longer stay quiet. “I need to touch you,” I begged, my hips lifting and rubbing along his very evident erection.
He smiled, and holy shit, my core liquefied. I melted deeper into the mattress. I should be thankful he didn’t use the weapon he called a smile more frequently on me, or hell, I’d be a puddle of lust at his feet.
His fingers flexed slowly, unlacing from mine before moving down my forearm, past my elbow and biceps, and I wished I was no longer wearing my sweater. He took the curve of my armpit, skimming the side of my breast. “You don’t know how many nights I thought about having you in my bed again.”
With my hands finally freed, I slid my fingers into his hair, the silky, dark strands slipping between my fingers. He continued to trail his fingers down the side of my body until he reached my sweater’s hem. The first touch of his hands on my bare skin as he slipped them under my clothes sent a burst of delicious pleasure radiating through me. My body was hypersensitive to anything Crew did. A touch. A kiss. A whisper. I always responded, and it felt so fucking good.
Seconds later I lost my top, Crew easing it up my chest and over my head with flawless skill. He sat up long enough to dispose of his T-shirt, leaving his golden chest on display for my eyes and hands. I didn’t waste the opportunity, running my hands over the planes of his stomach. Muscle rippled under my fingertips.
He was so fucking gorgeous.
And for now, Crew Riley was mine.
I loved all of his tattoos, but the feather on his rib drew my attention. He had a body worth worshipping for hours, but my fingers and need were impatient for such dedication.
As if Crew sensed my urgency, he took my lips in a kiss that was more of a caress, his tongue dancing and stroking mine, a wicked game leaving me heady for more. His mouth didn’t stay long on mine but takes a trip south,
Unclasping my bra and shoving it aside, he bared my breasts, and his mouth began a sensual assault. I inhaled a sharp breath at the touch of his hot tongue brushing and teasing my nipple while his hand molded my other breast, applying pressure to the aching mound, crossing the line of pleasure and pain, a sweet torment that had my back bowing off the bed, nails digging into his tight back.
I sought relief from the desire Crew created, but the more he touched and kissed me, the wilder and hotter I became.
Crew’s lips moved down my body, brushing over my lower stomach, then the side of my hip. He pressed a wicked, taunting kiss between my lips through the fabric of my underwear, and the pressure of his mouth had me grinding against his face, my fingers driving into his hair, but he only teased me, moving to my legs.
He let out a deep groan that vibrated the insides of my thighs. His fingers skimmed the edge of my underwear, and I angled myself slightly, letting him know I didn’t just want his fingers inside me. I was desperate for them. For him.
He shed me of my last barrier, and when I couldn’t imagine wanting him more, his mouth was on me, right where I burned the most, his tongue doing the most amazing things.
What little clothes he had left disappeared. His touch was electric as he stroked my core, pleasure tightening and pulsing between my legs.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.”
A shudder rolled through me as his fingers slipped inside and started to stroke me. I nearly shattered from the way he used his mouth, tongue, and fingers. “I could say the same thing about you,” I said between gasping breaths.
My hands curled into the sheets, the tingles of an orgasm rushing to the surface, but right before I fell over the blissful cliff, Crew lifted his head and removed his fingers. I immediately felt robbed and was about to curse at him when he thrust inside me.
His mouth took mine in a ravenous kiss as he pushed deeper, my legs widening and wrapping around him. I moved with him, my hips matching his rhythm in what felt like an erotic dance, one my body didn’t seem to forget.
Having him inside me was the only thing that mattered.
He pulled out, his tip hovering just in my entrance, taunting me. I raised my hips as I bit my lip, begging for him to return deep into my folds. “More, Crew. I need more.”
“So impatient, Killer,” he whispered against my ear, nipping at my lobe.
I arched into him, driving him inside me again, harder than before, and I tightened around him. “Can you blame me?”
The air crackled with electric energy fueled by our desire. His gaze locked on mine, and the look on his face made my pulse quicken. “How can I when I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you?” His hips rocked with mine, the friction building and building within me.
Lust took me in waves like the ocean at home that would forever remind me of Crew. I surrendered to it—to him.
My release came seconds before his, and the shuddering of his orgasm only heightened mine, bringing a second tide of raw pleasure.
Crew didn’t immediately roll off me, and he kept our bodies connected, glancing down at me and looking as enthralled as I felt. Our breaths mingled unsteadily, our chests heaving together, after what could only be described as wondrous, crazy, and unhinged in the best possible ways. And damned if I didn’t want to do it all again.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing strands of hair off the side of my face.
“Ask me tomorrow.” I smiled, my entire being still reeling as if I’d just fallen from the heavens.
He chuckled, finally untangling himself from me and lying flat on the bed beside me. With the loss of his body and warmth came the sobering realization of what I’d done—what we’d done. “That was better than I remember.”