Page 63 of Savage Beauty

CHAPTER20

Sloane

The warmth of his skin on my sensitive, sun-kissed flesh affects me like a light switch. My mind goes from contemplating how to salvage my research to wanting him inside me posthaste. Night and day. Positive and negative. Acid and alkalis.

There’s no rush. We have time. But we aren’t patient. The urgent need strikes us both. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist, and he stumbles and falls backward onto the outdoor sofa.

For a split second, we laugh. Light and carefree. Because we’re acting like teenagers. But then his palm caresses my cheek while his thumb explores my lip. And I look down into bright blue eyes.

My chest seizes. My core cinches. Everything slows.

Because of how we fell, I’m straddling him. My hips, ever so slowly, undulate over him.

We sit there, in the breeze, shaded from the overhead sun by an overhang. I’m locked. Frozen. Stuck, looking directly into watery hues. I should look away. But I can’t.

A pressure on the back of my neck urges me closer. And I blink. My gaze falls to his lips. My breath flows faster.

There’s no soft brush of lips. No, it’s as if our mouths meld instantaneously. His fingers glide along my sides.

I lift, separating our torsos just enough to tug on his shirt. Skin on skin. It’s what I want, and we break apart long enough to remove the irritating garments. He palms my breast, and I tilt my head back, loving the contrast in sensations. His rough skin. The salt breeze. His heat.

“God, you’re sexy.”

His words are breathy, like maybe he’s also having trouble breathing.

“I want you.” I reach between us, fumbling with the button on his shorts. The need pulses. And as if my body has superseded my brain, my core clenches over and over, leveraging Kegels to ease the urgency.

The tips of my fingers brush the smooth head of his crown, and he groans.

I’m airborne, and my back bumps against the stiff cushion. My shorts and panties are brushed to the side, and his finger plunges inside me. I cry out, not from the intrusion, just the surprise.

He pulls his finger out and sucks on it. I whimper and squirm. The grin on his face couldn’t be any sexier. He’s really too gorgeous to be real.

“You are so ready for me.”

“I told you. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He sits back, and I lift a leg, rubbing my calf and foot over his ass, urging him to move. And he chuckles.

I stop. Confused. What’s funny? I’m not trying to be funny.

“No, you wouldn’t lie to me.”

I don’t understand, but then he frees himself, and I’m mesmerized as he wraps his fingers around his length and strokes. Up. And down.

Over and over.

And then his broad, massive body shadows mine. His heat. Those wide shoulders. I lift my knees, thighs spread, and his tip pushes into me as his lips hover over mine.

Then he freezes. His eyelids close.

My hips buck up, begging for him.

“Christ.” He dips his head, and his rough, unshaven cheek scrapes mine. “Condom.”

“It’s okay.” The tips of my fingers dig into his shoulder blades. “I have an IUD.”

“Yeah?”

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