Page 18 of The Getaway
“Nah, I’m always up with the sun.”
Bri nods at my response and we settle into a comfortable silence. But even as neither of us speak, all I can focus on is her next to me.
I don’t even bother trying to hide the fact that I’m watching her. Last night was proof enough that I’m attracted to her and that she reciprocates the attraction. As we sit in silence, I briefly wonder if I should have left instead of joining her out here.
Suddenly, her hand that was clutching the blanket to her chest shoots out, locking in place around my bicep as she gestures with her mug toward the water.
“Look!” She gasps.
Reluctantly, I turn my head to see what holds her attention and catch the tip of a fin dipping back into the water. I squint and stare at the spot, waiting to see it again, but something breaking the surface slightly closer catches my eyes. This time, two fins poke out, coasting along the top of the water for a couple of seconds before they disappear.
“Dolphins,” Bri whispers. She leans back carefully, setting her coffee on the deck behind us before turning back around and eyeing the ocean intently. The smile on her face only grows and I assume the dolphins pop back up.
But I can’t take my eyes off her. Bri has me completely enamored without even knowing or doing anything.
I watch the subtle dimple that plays peekaboo on her cheek as she smiles brightly, causing small laugh lines to form at the edges of her warm brown eyes. The light from the rising sun casts a golden glow on her skin and my breath catches in my throat.
She looks like an angel, beautiful and untouchable.
But I did touch her, in so many ways.
Unable to resist, I reach over and tuck her silky hair behind her ear. She lets out a contented sigh and turns to look at me. With my hand hovering beside her face, I gently cup her smooth cheek and she leans into the touch, flashing me one of her breathtaking smiles. It feels natural to lean in and kiss her, not second guessing myself or doubting the action, especially when she meets me halfway.
As her lips press to mine, the need to hear her beautiful moans courses through me, and I start to wonder if it’s possible to become addicted to hearing someone orgasm.
Bri reaches out, trailing her hand up my chest and around the back of my neck, holding me to her and deepening the kiss.
I lean into her, gently forcing her backwards until she’s laying down next to me. Gripping her hip in one hand, I tug at the blanket that she tucked under her arms.
Breaking our kiss, I watch with rapt fascination as the blanket falls away, revealing every perfect inch of skin. Moving carefully, I climb over her leg and settle between her thighs. Her hands slip from my neck, but cling to my shoulders as I wrap my hand under her and slightly lift. Trailing kisses along her shoulders, I hold her flush to my chest while using my other hand to spread the blanket out beneath her. Once it’s as good as it’s going to get, I gently lay her down.
We should move inside, even with the blanket, I can feel the rope digging into my knees, but the sight of her beneath me wipes that thought away.
Her hair is fanned out around her and off the top of the blanket, hanging through the holes of the net and sparking an idea. Slowly, I trace my hands up her ribs before moving to take her wrists. She lets me grab them, watching with curiosity as I guide them over her head.
Keeping her gaze, I direct her hands to the net above her head, making her hold onto it in two different places before meeting her gaze and smirking.
“If you let go, I stop.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss her grip tightening around the rope before she nods. Closing the distance, I bend down to kiss her. I trace my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me immediately, allowing me entrance. Even without her hands on me, the power behind her kiss speaks for itself as her tongue fights with mine for dominance.
Without removing my lips from hers, I run a single finger along the underside of her breast and around her nipple. She shifts slightly beneath me, attempting to follow my touch, but I press my hips into hers and hold her in place as I repeat my movement. This time though, I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
Bri bucks her hips against mine, a whimper escaping, and I immediately swallow it. Finally, she breaks away, gasping for breath.
“Noah,” she pants, trying to move. I glance up to her hands, just in time to see them opening.
“Are you letting go?” I whisper, pushing myself up, as if I’m actually going to get off her.
She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip between her teeth and gripping the rope in her fists once more.
I reward her, leaning down to capture her nipple between my teeth and gently bite. She gasps as I soothe the pain with my tongue. Reaching up, I grab her other breast, watching from the corner of my eye as it spills out of my hand.
“Fucking perfect,” I groan before turning my head to pay attention to her breast in my hand.
When I finally pull myself away, she’s breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. As I kiss my way down her stomach, I glance up to check her hands, which are still tightly gripping the net. Her eyes are squeezed shut while her mouth hangs open in pleasure.
I work my way down her body—kissing, licking, and teasing every inch that I can get my hands and mouth on. Pushing myself back, I place my palms on the insides of her thighs, holding her legs open before me while I settle on my stomach.