Page 55 of Love on the Vine
He pushed me down onto the towel, his knee sliding between my legs. As he rose up over me, hand on my cheek, he forced me to look at him. “Tell me again this is what you want.”
“I do. I want this. I want you.”
His eyes burned into mine, gold on green. I’d never seen such raw need in them before. It made me feel powerful and weak at the same time.
With another low growl, he lowered his mouth to mine, claiming my lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss.
Chapter 18
JAKE
Now that I’d touched her, I couldn’t stop.
I devoured her lips greedily as my hands explored her supple skin, the curve of her round ass, and her gorgeous tits. I cupped them again, thumbing her hard, dusky nipples as she whimpered against my mouth and bit my bottom lip. My cock strained painfully against my swim trunks.
I buried my lips against her neck while I ran my fingers down her ribcage to trace the line of her bikini low on her abdomen. She tasted like the sea—like salt warmed by the sun—and I wanted to lick over every dripping inch of her.
“Jake,” she panted, clawing at my shoulder as she wrapped her leg over the back of my thighs. The temptation was too strong; I ground myself against her, so she understood just how close I was to losing control.
Part of me longed to punish her for making me want her so badly, but her soft moans wrapped around me, driving me frantic with the need to bring her over the edge with me.
There was still a rational part of my brain telling me we could be seen. We were on a public beach for Christ’s sake.
But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. It was if weeks of wanting had imploded my brain, unleashed something dark and animal in me.
It was only when I heard splashing in the water below us that I froze, shielding her with my body. A man was running in the surf below us, throwing a frisbee for a large black dog. I waited until they’d gone back toward the other end of the beach, then turned back to Olivia.
Something primitive awakened in me at the sight of her beneath me. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses, the skin of her breasts abraded from my scruff.
I’d left my mark on her.
She reached her hand to my cheek, and I turned into it, kissing the palm of her hand. “Someone might see us.”
“Mmm.” I lowered my mouth back to hers, nibbling at her lower lip, drawing small circles with my fingertips over her ribcage, teasing, until she was arching up again into my hands. I smiled against her lips; I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to stop.
“Isn’t that what you want?” I breathed against her ear. “People looking at you?”
“No, just you,” she whispered, rubbing her tits against my chest.
“Christ, I can’t stop.” I groaned as I ground into her again. I had to get control. I sat up, breathing hard.
“No!” The disappointment in her voice would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so painfully hard. Determined that at least one of us would leave this beach satisfied, I tugged her up, settling her between my legs, her back flush against my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. But first . . .” I covered her breasts with her damp hair. “These are mine. And I don’t like sharing.”
I draped the towel over her, slid my hands down her legs, opening her to me. “Now, you’re going to sit here like a good girl and watch the sunset while I fuck you with my fingers.”
She took a quivering breath and leaned back against me as I held her, one hand splayed over her belly, the other one stroking higher up the silken flesh of her inner thigh.
“You know what I was imagining doing to you that night after the competition?” I asked, and she shook her head as my finger nudged at the edge of her bathing suit. “I imagined trailing my fingers over your panties, pushing them aside. I wondered how wet you’d be when I skimmed them over your clit.”
I kissed the side of her neck and felt her tremble. “I’m wondering how wet you are right now.” Gently, I tugged at the string of her bikini bottoms and tiny triangle covering her slid aside. “If you want me to touch you, you have to say it.”
“God, Jake. Do it. Just touch me already.” She thrashed her head against my shoulder as I slid my finger into wet heat.
“Fuck,” I exhaled as I slowly, gently traced my fingers over delicate, slick flesh. She was so wet my fingers glided over her, grazing her clit, and she inhaled sharply. I took my time exploring her, tracing all that delectable flesh lightly with the blunt ends of my fingers, teasing until she was rolling against me.
