Page 46 of Caribbean Crush

“And I’d appreciate if you’d lose some of these clothes. I’m nearly naked here.”

“Nearly naked and entirely naked are two different things.”

“Ha ha ha.”

I toy with the buttons on his shirt until the top three are undone. I spread it open to find his chest is toned and tan. He’s all man with a smattering of dark hair. Just enough to prove to me how far we’ve come from when we first knew each other as kids. He doesn’t stop me, so I grow bolder, undoing the rest of the buttons and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. His arms are sinewy muscle, hard and strong. The sight of him takes my breath away, and I’m careful to keep my gaze pinned on his chest rather than his face. He knows so much already, why offer even more?

His hand circles my neck, his thumb just over my throat. I swallow, and his hand tightens. There’s no threat there; he’s not choking me. It feels different somehow. Sexy in a way that has me trembling. His mouth lands on mine as his other hand returns between my legs. He rubs me back and forth over my panties, working me up, and I let him—standing stock still, a puppet on a string.

I close my eyes and think of what we must look like standing together in the middle of his suite. Me in my high heels and not much else. Him in his midnight-black pants, his dark hair ruffled from my fingers. Everything else about him? Perfect.

His fingers slip inside my panties, and I whimper. He must feel the vibration of it in my throat. His body is cloaking mine, heating me from head to toe. I feel as if I’m about to go off like a firecracker as I spread my legs slightly, my high-heeled feet sliding across the marble. Every ounce of energy is focused between my legs. I’d sag if he weren’t propping me up with his body, his hand around my neck. He sinks his fingers into me, stretching me, and I gasp.

I want . . .

That’s just it, I want. Everything. Suddenly.

I want him with a fierceness that scares me.

He murmurs the most descriptive things, tempting, erotic words falling against the shell of my ear as his fingers continue to sink in and out of me and his thumb rubs expert circles.

The orgasm slams into me so quickly, out of nowhere. I grip his arms, shuddering as the moment stretches on. My breath arrests in my chest as tingles spread from the center of my legs, up my spine. He makes a growling sound of satisfaction, dragging his fingers in and out until he’s eked every bit of pleasure from me that he possibly can. At least for this first time ...

He withdraws his fingers and steps back, composed, sedate almost.

I have no doubt that I look the exact opposite, hot and tingling from the high of my orgasm; I feel like my skin is electrified.

His eyes rove over me as he whispers a muted “Fuck.”

I don’t even think, I reach behind me and undo my bra clasp. The silk eases off my hot skin, and I let it fall slowly to the ground. I watch him swallow ... processing ... desire so evident in his gaze I wonder if he’s even bothering to try to hide it.

I’m not.

He pounces on me suddenly, backing me up to the couch until I think he’s about to prop me up onto the back of it. Instead, he turns me around, cups the back of my neck, and slowly pushes me over. The sight makes him groan. With a sexy ferocity, his hand grips my hips, and then he gathers my panties up on both sides, revealing my ass. I’m fully on display. Almost uncomfortably so, but he makes me feel so sexy, at his mercy and yet somehow still in control. He twists the material until it bites into my skin, and at the same time, he rocks into me, grinding his hard length against me.

“I feel possessed,” he admits, doing it again so that I shiver, the tendrils of a second orgasm already reaching out for me.

I’d assumed we’d make it to the bedroom, and maybe eventually, we will, but first? Phillip takes me against the back of the couch. He pushes down my panties, unzips his pants, fists his length, and unrolls a condom. I shimmy my hips, impatient, needy. He stretches me once more with his fingers, ensuring I’m ready, and then I feel him sink into me—all that heat pouring inside me until my elbows buckle and I fall over.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

I nod reassuringly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says while slowly pulling out of me only to thrust back in roughly.

God.

Why is it like this? How could he possibly understand this part of me so well?

“Casey,” he murmurs, caressing my hair, forcing me to turn my head to the side so he can see me. “Tell me to go slower. To go easy on you.”

He wants me to push back, but I won’t. I’d rather swallow my tongue.

“I—like it,” I say, my voice lilting up just as he thrusts in all the way to the hilt.

It’s magic, pure and simple.

I don’t overthink it; I don’t try and reconcile whether it’s proper or good for Phillip to be taking me in this way. I just feel it, enjoy it. I tease him and let the whimpers fall from my lips as the tightness in me starts to wind up like a band about to snap.

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