Page 14 of Booked for Summer

‘Is this okay?’ he whispered.

She couldn’t speak, could only nod, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as his fingers toyed with her breasts, kneading them, teasing the hard points of her nipples beneath her dress.

God, she was so turned on right now. And that was before she felt the rigid length of his erection against her thigh. She wanted it in her hands, to see the girth of it, feel the weight. Wanted him as excited, as hot, as he was making her with his mouth, his drugging, sensuous kisses, the glide of his hands.

Disappointment flooded her as he broke away, her skin instantly missing his heat, his touch. With a groan he slumped onto his back, his breath coming out in uneven pants, the muscles of his chest rippling beneath his T-shirt as she watched it rise and fall. Unable to help herself, her gaze travelled lower, to the huge tent in his shorts.

Between her legs she felt a delicious tug.

‘Thank you,’ she said. He raised a brow and she smiled. ‘For stopping. I… um… I’m not sure I’d have been able to.’

‘Another minute and I wouldn’t have been able to, either.’ She watched the sensuous glide of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. ‘I know all about making mistakes. I don’t want to be one for you.’

She’d had two serious boyfriends and a couple of other less serious ones, yet she’d never felt socared foras she did in that moment. ‘I don’t think you’d be one.’ When he stared back at her, she shrugged. ‘My mistakes were believing I was in a relationship with guys who liked me, respected me, then finding out I was wrong.’ It hurt to admit it, to hear the reminder of how foolish she’d been. ‘If we were to have sex, I’d know it was a one-night stand.’ She paused, watching him. ‘I bet you have a lot of those.’

‘Some.’

‘I’ve never had one. In a way I wish I could, because I love sex, so how great to be able to live in the moment and just enjoy the act with an attractive stranger?’ She sighed. ‘But for me to really enjoy sex, I have to be relaxed, and I can’t do that if I’m not with someone I have an emotional connection with. Someone I trust.’

His expression turned guarded again. ‘I understand.’

‘No, I don’t think you do, not fully.’ Her heart thumped as she sat up and looked down on him. ‘I do trust you. Enough to know you won’t take advantage of me if I ask you to kiss me again.’ His eyes flared, sending goosebumps scattering over her skin. ‘I’m not ready for sex, but I want to touch you. And feel you touch me.’

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Liam saw Jade’s cheeks flush and would have smiled, had he not been busy trying to control his breathing. Trying to control himself, because fuck, now his dick was raring to go again. ‘I won’t take this any further than you want to go.’

She nodded, and his pulse quickened as she got hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Tits bouncing gloriously in front of his face.

The spike of lust was so savage it was painful. ‘Gorgeous,’ he murmured approvingly, gazing at the luscious globes, barely contained in the gossamer-thin bra. He slid his fingers up and down its straps, then around the edge of the lace before slowly pressing a kiss to her cleavage. Arousal hummed through him as he inhaled, savouring her smell, the softness of her skin. More. He shifted his attention to the swell of her breasts, kissing, licking though the wispy thin material.

She pushed herself further into his mouth. ‘I can take it off.’

His gaze lifted to hers, finding her watching him. ‘No.’ He pushed himself up into a sitting position and smoothed his hands over her, cupping, feeling. ‘I like to take my time.’

‘I can see that.’ Her breath hitched as his fingers toyed with her nipples. ‘Most men just want to rip off the packaging.’

He ducked his head, tasting the skin of her cleavage again. ‘Maybe they’re more used to opening presents than I am.’ Shit, why had he said that? To distract her from asking any questions, and to get his head back in the game, he deftly twisted the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the deck. And now it was his turn to draw in a sharp breath. ‘Fucking perfect.’

She laughed, which jiggled her tits and made him even harder. ‘Not perfect, but they are all me.’

He could see that. Plump and round, they hung naturally, soft to touch, the skin around them paler– clearly she didn’t sunbathe topless– the nipples a rose pink. ‘I want to lick them, suck them, play with them for the rest of the evening.’ He palmed them, burying his face in her cleavage, inhaling her; coconut, something citrusy and a hint of the sweet cocktail.

She moaned, shifting restlessly, fraying his control even further. ‘That sounds way too tempting.’

Because he couldn’t help himself, he sucked again at her nipples, tugging with his teeth until she cried out his name on a breathless whimper.

‘Liam, please.’

‘Please what?’ He was hard to the point of pain. ‘Tell me what you want from me.’

‘I… I don’t know. Can I touch you?’

He groaned, afraid he was going to embarrass himself. ‘You can do whatever you want with me.’

Shifting so his back rested against the edge of the sunken sunpad, he lifted her onto his lap, hissing out a breath as the globes of her ass settled against his groin.

Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, she pulled it over his head, her eyes lighting up at the sight of his chest and giving his ego a powerful boost. His dick got a different boost as her fingers trailed across his pecs, rubbing at his nipples, all while her ass wriggled gloriously against his groin. ‘Your chest is beautiful.’

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