Page 23 of Booked for Summer

‘You weren’t?’ He seriously hadn’t thought they’d end up here?

‘Hoped, sure. Expected, no.’

He eased her carefully onto the bed like she was something fragile, then gazed down at her like she was something he wanted to devour.

‘I want to taste you.’

Heat rushed between her legs and of their own volition her thighs separated. His eyes flared and he unfastened her bra before removing her underwear, sliding it over her hips and down her legs with a determination that caused her heart to thump against her ribs. She had a second to think it wasn’t fair, he was still dressed, but then his head dipped and his tongue found exactly the spot she needed it to find.

Holy crap, he knew what he was doing down there. His lips knew where to press, his mouth where to suck, his tongue how to go from soft to hard, the rhythm he set slowly building until her hands grasped at the bed sheet, all sensation focused on one part of her body, pleasure building, building.

‘Oh, my God. I’m going to come, like really detonate,’ she panted, her hands flying to his head, tangling in his hair. ‘Shit, that’s it. Mother of everything holy…’

Pleasure ripped through her, dragging her into a vortex of colour, of stars. When she finally came down from it, she let out a long, satisfied breath. ‘Whoa. What did you do to me? You are seriously good at that. Like one of those times I really want to give six stars but I know I’m only allowed five.’ He stared back at her, eyes full of arousal, yet bemusement bumped around the edges. ‘It’s a book thing.’

He eased up, hot gaze raking her body. ‘This needs to come off.’ Nimble fingers undid the front clasp of her bra, and he groaned as her breasts spilled out, immediately burying his head in her cleavage, licking, sucking, his hips thrusting restlessly against her thigh, reminding her he hadn’t come yet.

‘Um, you’re forgetting something.’ She clasped his head, pulling it up. ‘Much as I want your mouth to continue what it’s doing, I want to see you without your clothes on, more.’

His eyes burned into hers as he undid the buttons of his shirt. ‘You’re sure?’

The saliva left her throat as she stared at the sculptured planes of his chest, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin, a smattering of dark chest hair adding to the very powerful male image. ‘About you taking your clothes off?’ She licked her lips, almost tasting the salt of his skin. ‘Abso-flipping-lutely.’ He huffed and she put her hand up. ‘Yes, I’m sure I want sex with you.’

She barely had time to appreciate his wicked grin before he ducked to yank open a draw and pull out a square foil, which he ripped open with his teeth. A few moments later his jeans and boxers were shoved down, his eye-watering erection sheathed and he was levering himself over her.

Automatically her legs wrapped around his hips, pressing him against her core. She wriggled, trying to get more friction and he grunted. ‘You feel me? How hard I am for you?’

One flex of his hips later and he slammed into her, stretching her, filling her, sucking the breath from her. ‘Oh, my flaming God.’

Instantly he stilled. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m better than okay.’ Her hands clutched at the tight globes of his arse. ‘You feel so good. I mean big, really friggingbig,like I can feel you everywhere, but so, so good.’ Mindless, she pulled at him. ‘More.’

He let out a deep, guttural groan and then his hips snapped, thrusting, thrusting, over and over, causing everything inside her to coil and tighten until she was a panting, needy mess. And then she broke, letting out a cry as pleasure spiralled through her again, flooding her senses, wave after wave until she dropped her head to the pillow, her body limp, her mind blank of anything except him, the feel of him still hard inside her.

A few thrusts later, he let out a quiet grunt of pleasure as he found his own release.

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Liam let out a satisfied sigh as he rolled onto his back, drawing Jade to his side. There had been a time he’d enjoyed cuddling after sex, before he’d learnt that letting people close allowed them to fuck you over. Still, there was no chance of that with a one… or two-night stand, and he liked the feel of Jade’s skin against his.

‘How many of your stars was that?’

He felt her smile against his skin. ‘Definitely another six out of five.’

‘I agree with the sentiment, but not the rating scale. You book people are strange.’

‘I take it I won’t see you in the shop then.’

The hand that had been stroking down the curve of her spine, stilled. ‘Which shop is that?’

‘I’m working in the bookstore on the wharf for three months. You know, the Little Bay Book Shack. Though it’s hardly work, being surrounded by books in a cute shack overlooking the sea. More like the most exciting adventure of my life.’

His heart faltered, his mind began to race. It explained why she’d caught the resort transfer even though she’d admitted she wasn’t staying at the resort. Ashley had told him of George and Flo’s arrangement but she’d made him promise to let it continue, telling him it wasn’t doing any harm. Technically, Jade wasn’t an employee, though, at least not yet. Flo had signed, but until the money had been transferred, he didn’t own the shop.

Still, it was… messy. And that was a fucking understatement. With mounting dread he recalled the conversation he’d had with Flo.Think about the wide-eyed, eager young lady who’s travelled all the way out here to run a bookstore on Nantucket.He’d seen the dreamy look on Jade’s face as she’d discussed her love of books, the excitement as she’d talked about working in the shop, making her mark. His stomach clenched. Fuck. How could he have not worked it out before?

Jade’s hand wandered across his pecs, her fingers teasing his chest hair, and he sucked in a breath.

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