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With how close I was watching him, I swore I saw the moment he decided to throw caution to the wind.
Just a second later, his lips were on mine, and any concerns I might have had about it being there in the first place evaporated with the heat of Kylo’s lips.
It started sweet, explorative.
But it wasn’t long before it turned rougher, needier.
My legs tightened around him and his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me down on his lap.
There was no denying his desire as he pressed against me.
My lips broke from his on a moan.
Kylo’s hands tightened on my thighs, dragging me against him again, his gaze going hungry as a whimper escaped me.
He leaned forward, his lips moving to my neck. His tongue flicked my pulse point, making my hips rock against him in surprise.
His hands slid up my spine, fingers toying with the ends of the bow of my bathing suit before working the knot free.
As his tongue traced up the side of my neck toward my ear, he slid the straps off my shoulders.
My head lolled to the side as his teeth snagged my earlobe.
There was no stopping the way my hips rocked against him as his fingertips grazed bare skin.
A surprised grumble escaped me when his hands went to my hips, pushing me away, making me lose contact with the friction that promised relief from the heavy pressure in my core.
A little chuckle escaped him, though, as he turned me, then pulled me back with my back to his chest, my legs resting on his thighs.
I wiggled slightly until I felt the press of him against the juncture of my thighs again. Kylo’s groan was muffled by my moan at the sensation as his fingers pinched into my hips before releasing.
I leaned back against him, my breath coming in fast, frantic huffs as his fingers teased up my belly to cup my bare breasts.
A rumble moved through him, vibrating through me, as his hands squeezed for a second before his thumbs and forefingers found my nipples and rolled them.
My hips rocked automatically as the pleasure bloomed once again, stealing any sense of self-preservation.
I rolled as he circled, flicked, twisted, squeezed until the world narrowed down to nothing but him.
Both his palms glided downward, sliding over the tops of my thighs until they reached my knees, then pulling them open.
I lost the ability to rock against him, but the disappointment was short-lived as his fingers slid up the material between my thighs.
A gasp escaped me as his finger found my clit through the bikini, pressing in, and the pressure alone nearly sent me over the edge. My ragged moan escaped my lips, drifting out across the open balcony.
Kylo sucked in a deep breath before his hand slid under the material to touch me without the barrier.
His thumb went to my clit as two fingers slid deep inside me.
At the feel of my walls tightening around his fingers, a sound escaped Kylo that sounded close to a growl as his hips involuntarily bucked upward.
There was something undeniably hot about how far gone he seemed, like his need was matching mine, chasing away any of those nagging thoughts I’d been entertaining about him not being as into me as I’d been into him.
But then, well, his fingers started to thrust, wiping my mind clear of any thoughts at all as the pleasure consumed me.
“That’s it,” Kylo murmured, breath warm in my ear, “come for me.”
I was incapable of doing anything else, the pleasure starting as a coiled sensation that finally tightened enough to snap.
