Blush - Nicola Marsh Page 0,2
like a good place for it.”
He could do with a private cove back on the mainland, a place to think. These days, he never seemed to have a private moment. Everyone wanted a piece of him, from his employees to the contributors to the voters.
It wearied him. More than that, he was exhausted, drained in a way he’d never thought possible. When had his dream turned into an ugly, strangling responsibility that dragged him down?
“You okay?” She sat on the sand and patted beside her. “Pull up a thinking spot.”
Smiling, he shrugged out of his jacket, undid his bow and dropped them on the sand, before sitting beside her. “I drifted off for a moment, thinking about stuff I need to deal with when I get back.”
“You never turn off in your profession?”
“Rarely.” His hand snaked across the sand to take hold of hers. “For now, I’d rather focus on being turned on.”
She blushed again, her cheeks luminous in the moonlight. “Want to hear something crazy?”
“Crazier than us meeting fifteen minutes ago and contemplating hooking up before we go our separate ways?”
The corners of her mouth curved. “Yeah, crazier than that.”
“Go ahead, hit me with it.”
“Now that we’re here, I’m nervous.” She cleared her throat. “Kinda like first date, first prom, first time, nervous.”
She was utterly, bewitchingly, adorable.
“Do you have any idea how refreshing it is to hear someone express themselves honestly?”
“You find my nerves amusing?”
“I find you completely intriguing and beguiling and dazzling.”
He didn’t give her time to answer, hauling her close and covering her mouth with his. Her lips opened in surprise and it was all the invitation he needed.
Their tongues entwined as he lowered her onto the sand. He wanted to ravish her, to sate the relentless urge to bury himself deep within her.
But her nerves tamped his desire. Why would a beautiful, accomplished woman be nervous? While he didn’t want to delve in her psyche, he respected her honesty and would take it slow.
Even if he had a hard-on of massive proportions, the kind that wouldn’t be assuaged with anything less than driving into her until he came, he’d do his best to put her at ease.
She hooked a leg over his, bringing him in tantalizing contact to exactly where he wanted to be. Damn, this taking it slow business may be a lot harder than he thought.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to possess, daring her to match him. And she did, rolling on top of him in a slick move that drove the air from his lungs, her deep, open-mouthed kisses bordering on devouring.
Not that he was complaining, hell no. His hands strummed her back, slow and languorous, cupping her ass and squeezing. She moaned and writhed on top of him, rubbing against his dick with exquisite, torturous precision.
“You can tell it has been a while for me,” she said, nipping his earlobe. “I’m pretty close.”
“Don’t hold back on my account, sweetheart.” He gripped her hips and guided her expertly over his hard-on, driving upward as he pulled her down, savoring her escalating pants.
“Reid, oh yeah…” She stiffened a second before sagging on top of him with a long, low keen that raised the hair on the back of his neck. He loved how she hadn’t held back; embracing her orgasm with the same enthusiasm she’d led him here with.
“You okay up there?” He nuzzled her neck when she didn’t move, her soft, sated sigh the only indication she’d heard him.
“Mmm…” She snuggled into his chest and as his arms slid around her waist to hold her close, for a startling moment he wondered how this could feel so right with a woman he barely knew.
He cuddled her for a few moments, desperate to bury himself inside her but reining in the urge. What seemed like an eternity later, she raised her head and looked him straight in the eye.
“That was great but I need more.”
“You and me both,” he said, flipping her before he’d finished speaking.
She laughed as he loomed over her, braced on his elbows, his dick pressing against her moist heat. “Want to hear my version of crazy?”
“Crazier than two virtual strangers hooking up on a secluded beach?”
He nodded. “I’m a pragmatist. Annoyingly practical. And that side of me is thinking sand burn may not be the most comfortable thing to deal with tomorrow.”
She didn’t laugh at him as he expected but the wicked smile curving her lips made him think what’s a little sand burn between