Page 62 of Inseverable (Carolina Beach)

The gesture might be purposeful. It might be accidental. Right now I don’t care. I only know my yearning for her grows.

When she tilts her head, and I see my heat reflecting in her eyes, that kiss I’ve been holding back starts faster than either of us are prepared for. Our mouths open wide to receive each other, and steal a taste of what’s to come. I bend her back with how hard I press against her. I’m being too aggressive. I know I am. Except when I try to pull back, her small nails dig into my shoulders, keeping me in place.

My lips leave hers to drag along her neck. She moans when my teeth find the base of her throat, similar to the way she did that morning I pushed my fingers inside of her. The memory of that day gets me harder. Damn. We’re not even naked yet?or alone?and I’m ready to thrust inside of her.

It takes some effort, but gradually I ease away from her. Her breath, like mine, leave in a rush, making it hard for her to speak. “We have to get inside,” she says.

“Oh,hellyeah.”

I bend to retrieve my shoes. The moment she has hers, I snag her hand and we take off in a run. She laughs as she lifts her skirt and we sprint along the beach. Like a fool, I can’t stop that grin the sound of her laughter invokes.

We reach my house and hop onto the deck, our laughter ceasing as we slip inside.

I toss my shoes aside. As I turn to lock the door and close the shades, I hear her sandals fall softly behind me. I walk away from the door to find her washing her hands in the kitchen. She seems nervous, maybe even a little frightened, so I wait by the door and give her some space.

It’s only when she dries her hands that she glances up. With a shy smile, she leaves the kitchen, stopping in the center of the room to face me. As I watch, she crosses her arms in front of her and lifts the edge of her top.

Each pull of the tight fabric exposes more of her tan skin. I’m almost disappointed when she reveals the strapless black bra covering her breasts. Almost. No matter what, it’s coming off next.

Her long hair falls along her back and shoulders in waves of silky black ink as she finishes removing her top. She meets me with another shy smile, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Should we turn off the lights?” she asks.

I shake my head, drilling my stare onto hers. “No. I want to see all of you.”

Her smile vanishes as a spark of desire lights her face. “I want to see you, too,” she tells me, her voice soft and husky. She motions with a subtle lift of her chin. “Your turn,” she says.

I prowl forward, stripping out of my shirt. It hits the floor as I reach her. Only inches remain between us. I can feel her heat, and hope she can feel mine.

“Hey, beautiful,” I tell her.

Her gentle smile squeezes my heart. “Hey.”

My fingertips trail up her arms while I take in every inch of her gorgeous features: those soft pink lips, the thick lashes veiling her brown eyes, and the damn cute freckles lightly sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

I lift a hand, taking my time to pass it along her cheek and down the base of her throat until it skims above her breasts. My focus never leaves her face, but hers stays trained on my motions. I know she’s nervous and take care to be gentle.

“I want to touch you so bad,” I tell her. “Will you let me?”

It’s then her focus leaves my hands. “I want you to do more than touch me,” she murmurs.

Her fingers hook the waistband of her skirt. My hands clasp hers, keeping them in place. “Let me,” I say, leaning in close to speak in her ear. “I’ve been waiting to do this all night.”

Her body trembles when I claim the curve of her neck with my mouth, drifting kisses down to the swells of her breasts. I reach behind to unclasp her bra, but not before I tug on each nipple through the fabric with my teeth.

The bra falls away and her head snaps back when I seize the first breast to suck. My tongue circles the stiff center while my hands get busy ridding her of her skirt. Trin stumbles backward with a grunt. My arms snatch her waist, keeping her from falling and keeping her close.

I edge her over to the back of the couch, my movements neither graceful nor slow?they’re staggered, clumsy?so out of my mind with how good she feels in my arms and how she tastes on my tongue. My knees smack against the floor as my mouth continues downward until my hot breath releases against the crotch of her panties.

“Shit,” Trin gasps, her hands shooting out.

My teeth snag the thin lace. Just as I promised, this is the way her panties are coming off. My fingers pinch the sides, helping me easily tug the tiny piece of fabric until it falls at her feet.

She watches me, barely breathing. She knows what’s coming. And as I catch a glimpse of that sweet spot between her legs, I can’t wait to start.

In one motion, I hook my elbows beneath her knees and stand, stealing a moment to kiss her as I settle her on the ledge of the couch. My teeth nibble her bottom lip as I slowly withdraw. “Keep your legs open for me, okay?” I rasp.

She manages a nod, but that’s all she seems capable of doing. I reach for her fingers and pull two in my mouth. Her eyes round when I slide them out and flick them with tongue.

I kneel in front of her, taking her wet fingers and placing them where I need them.

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