He hoped to god she didn’t want to stop now, because it would fucking kill him. He slipped his hand down and found her breast. It filled his hand with lush softness, so perfect and soft beneath her T-shirt and bra. His head spun, blood pounded in his veins. She felt so good, and again he breathed in her scent. He gently squeezed her, rubbed his palm over the nub of her nipple. He wanted to rip her clothes off and get her naked, skin to skin, but…they had all night.
He opened his mouth on the side of her neck and gently sucked, licked and sucked again. “Mmm.” Sweetness. “You taste so good, Kyla.”
She made a little noise, maybe a word, he didn’t know, he just kept licking and kissing her, making his way down to her throat where he rested his lips over the pulse that fluttered there. Then her hands found their way beneath his golf shirt and stroked over his skin. Tingles spread from her touch in radiating waves of pleasure.
“Want to feel your skin,” she breathed. “And all your beautiful muscles.”
He huffed out an amused breath. “You have some pretty muscles too.”
He lifted his head and they shared a smile that stopped his heart briefly.
“I don’t have muscles,” she demurred, sliding her hands down to the base of his spine.
“Sure you do. They’re not big and bulky, but they’re there and they’re really, really nice.” He pushed the neckline of her T-shirt aside and traced his tongue along her collar bone.
She sighed again. “You’re a good kisser, Tag.”
“Thank you.” He smiled against her skin. “So are you.”
“Make that a great kisser.” Her body shifted, her hips lifting again, and then her hands slid even lower, beneath the waistband of his cargo shorts, right onto his ass. He damn near burst into flames.
“I’m really trying to go slow,” he gasped. “But you’re making it damn hard.”
She chucked. “I know. I can feel how hard it is.”
He chuckled too, something expanding in his chest. They were both so hot for each other and yet could still laugh. It was fun, so much fun, being with her. He kissed her again, giving in to the delicious pleasure of it. He rubbed himself against her, letting her feel his hard on even more, because hell yeah, he was hard, aching hard for her.
He wanted to feel skin too, so slipped his hand beneath her T-shirt and laid his palm on her stomach, just resting there for a moment. “So nice,” he murmured into her mouth. She licked his bottom lip, causing another surge of blood through his veins.
Then she was pushing at him, rolling him over, and taken by surprise, he let her do it. On top of him, she smiled down at him. “I don’t want to go slow.”
Chapter Eight
Kyla looked down at Tag, almost overwhelmed by being with him like this, by his kisses, so damn arousing, stirring up all kinds of weird sensations inside her, lust for sure, but also some kind of softer emotions, a tenderness, a desperate need for him—and she liked him, dammit. She’d been hesitant about this at first, but it had only taken a few minutes of kissing and petting and she was dying for him. Now.
She started to lean down to kiss him again, but found the tent spinning above her and then she was flat on her back again. She stared up at Tag. “Hey!”
“We’re going slow.”
A thrill ran through her, but she frowned. “Who died and put you in charge?”
He gave her a slow, seductive smile. “I put me in charge. Just because.”
Her frown deepened. “That’s not a good reason.”
“We have all night,” he murmured, kissing her jaw. “Slow is good.”
She shoved at his chest. “But…but…Tag!”
He laughed softly and nipped her chin. “I’m bigger than you. How’s that for a reason?”
“What are you? Some kind of Neanderthal dominant?”
“Hmm. Funny you should say that.” He took her hands and lifted them above her head on the pillow, holding her there as he kissed the corner of her mouth. Heat washed down through her, a quivering excitement low in her belly at the way he held her down. She was annoyed though. Well, she should be annoyed. Oh hell, she was turned-on. “I also have some ways of making you behave.”
She gave a little snort, even as her insides melted at the touch of his mouth on the side of her neck. “Like what? Whips and chains?”
He smiled. Then he started kissing her again.
God, he was such a good kisser!
His mouth moved over hers with expert pressure and the perfect amount of tongue, his tongue sliding into her mouth so deliciously, so sexy and warm. His body big and heavy against hers heated her skin, pressed her into the mattress with sweet weight.
He slid his hands into her hair and kissed her again, and again. His mouth opened on hers, his tongue traced her bottom lip and she let herself fall into it, into the warm dreamy pleasure of it, the growing ache of desire inside her. She held onto his big shoulders, rubbing over them, his back, his arms. He felt so good.
His hand found its way beneath her T-shirt and when he touched the bare skin of her abdomen, her muscles there quivered. He stayed like that for long moments, just resting his hand there while they kissed.
The man knew how to torture a girl.
Her breasts swelled in anticipation of his touch, her nipples hard points. Finally his hand moved, rubbing in little circles while he slid his mouth over her jaw, nibbled her earlobe and then dragged his tongue down the side of her neck. She shivered and her fingers dug into his back. His hand found her breast and cupped it again, but still through her bra. She wanted to sit up and rip her clothes off.
“I love how you smell,” he whispered. “And your skin is so soft.” She melted into the bed as he kissed her shoulder. Then he rose above her onto his knees, straddling her. He was so big and wide she just drank in the sight of him there as he pushed her top up, up, over her breasts. She helped him ease it off her arms and over her head, then let him reach behind her to unfasten her bra. He studied her as he tossed her clothes aside, then closed his hands around her waist gently, his big hands making her feel so small. “Wow, Kyla.”
His words inflamed her, excitement twisting inside her, and her entire body pulsed with heat. She was so glad he liked looking at her. Her nipples tightened even more exposed to the air and his eyes and her lips parted as she looked up at him. His hands slid up her sides, then cupped her breasts, and when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, her body twitched hard. She moaned.
“So pretty,” he muttered and bent his head. When his lips closed over one nipple, her eyes fell closed and her head tipped back into the pillow. Ribbons of pleasure streamed from nipple to womb and pressure built deep inside her.
She couldn’t stop the noises that came from her throat and her hands dove into his hair, holding his head at her breast as he tugged at the sensitive flesh with his mouth. Everything inside her tightened, her hips lifted against his body as he bent over her. He moved to the other nipple and suckled there, slow and sweet.
She opened her eyes and lifted her head just as he looked up at her and their eyes met, his mouth on her breast, and the visual along with the sensations whipping over her nerve endings made her pussy spasm again with longing. “Tag,” she whispered. “God, that’s good. So good.”
His eyelashes lowered and he sucked harder, just at the very tender tip of her nipple. She cried out at the exquisite pleasure of it while his hand found her other breast and rolled that nipple between his fingers. As he moved between breasts, sucking, licking, nibbling and pinching, she felt the folds of her pussy swell. She knew from the deep ache that she was wet there, her clit pulsing with need.