Page 76 of Bookworm and the Beast
He was a hundred percent turned on—by me—and nothing had ever been as good as this—his lips, tongue, hands, and that delicious rigid pressure at my core.
I lifted against him as I used my hands, which were now free to explore the hard planes of his wide back and the incredible bands of muscle lining his sides.
I’d seen V-lines on a man before—in pictures. Touching them was... well, it was an experience.
This man was the absolute most sensual, stunning, sexiest thing I’d ever encountered. I had never been so out of my mind with desire. He slipped one large, warm hand inside my bikini top, attempting to lift my breast from the demi-cup.
The swimsuit wasn’t cooperating.
Under normal circumstances that would be a good thing—you didn’t want the girls jumping ship at an inopportune moment after all.
But Jack had no time for overprotective swimwear. With a frustrated noise, he pulled at the center clasp.
It gave way—with a loud, permanent sounding pop.
“Oops,” I said and laughed.
Jack wasn’t in a laughing mood apparently. He stared down at my fully exposed chest, his turquoise eyes glossy and heavy-lidded.
With thatinconvenientthree-hundred-dollar bikini top out of his way, he homed in on his original target, reaching for my breast and plumping it for his mouth.
Humming in satisfaction, he prodded the nipple with the tip of his tongue and when it puckered, rewarded it with silken swirling strokes. Pleasurable sensation darted to my core with every hot pass of his tongue.
As he licked, he moved against me in a steady, maddening rhythm, and sweet tension built inside me like a wave gathering speed as it rushes to shore.
My climax came in a tidal wave. I rode it, crying his name and bucking upward, digging my fingers into his bare back.
When I relaxed, he dropped his head beside mine and murmured into my ear. In this position I couldn’t see his triumphant smile, but I could hear it in his voice.
“I love hearing you come. I lovemakingyou come.”
I stared at the blue sky overhead, catching my breath and savoring the moment, memorizing the feel of the soft sand beneath me and the hard man on top of me.
And I was struck by an absolute certainty—this was one of those moments in life that people talked about—the ones you never forgot as long as you lived.
No matter what happened between Jack and me in the future, this moment would stay with me forever.
He kissed me hard then rolled off me, presumably so I could breathe freely again.
The instant he was on his back, I reached for him, running a hand up and down the outline of the erection straining his swim trunks. I loved how hard he was.
For me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. And I wanted to givehiman unforgettable moment.
“Now you,” I said. “I want to touch you. Better yet, I want to taste you.”
Jack’s eyelids flared then squeezed shut as I worked on the opening of his swimsuit, prying the Velcro fasteners apart then sliding my hand inside to grip his hard length.
Oh God, he washuge. And hot. And perfect. I groaned in sheer appreciation, and the sound mixed with his own sexy pleasure noises.
Turned on beyond belief, I wrapped my hand as far as I could around the thickness and stroked him.
“Shit.Bonnie,” he groaned in a hoarse voice that thrilled me. Because I knew he loved what I was doing to him. It made me feel like fucking Wonderwoman that I could rock his world the way he rocked mine.
His eyes were blazing sapphires as he watched my hand gripping him, working up and down his shaft.
At one point, he stopped looking, just dropped his head back to the sand and closed his eyes, breathing like a winded racehorse.
Emboldened, I got up on my knees and bent over him, dying to take him into my mouth and run my tongue over that smooth, pulsing weight. Jack raised a hand and fondled one of my bare breasts as I pulled him free of the trunks. I was about to go down on him when loud whoops and splashing noises presented a shocking reminder that we weren’t alone on this beach.
