Page 75 of My Kinda Kisses (Summer Sisters 1)

“I am sure. Even if this didn’t work out between us, Jupiter Bay is my home. Honestly, Jaime, I’m not leaving,” I reassure her, dropping our shoes in the sand and pulling her flush against me. “Why would I want to leave when my home is right here, in my arms?”

And then I kiss her. I kiss her with every ounce of passion, every piece of my heart I possess. I always wondered about my friends who would talk about their wives as if they hung the moon and the fucking stars. I never understood it. I never got the power that that sort of love possessed on your soul. But I get it now. I understand because Jaime owns my heart completely. There’s no way I could ever love another woman the way I love her.

I lock eyes with hers because I want her to know that the words I speak are one hundred percent the truth. I want her to feel the words I say, not just hear them. “I’m not going anywhere because I love you. You, Jaime Summer.”

Through hazy eyes, she gazes up at me, the sweetest smile gracing her lips. “I love you too.”

“Come on,” I say, pulling her back the way we came. “I want to make love to the woman I love.”

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I’d fly up the stairs two at a time, the way we used to when we ran bleachers during hockey training, but Jaime’s slightly shorter legs keep me from making a complete ass of myself. I’m tempted to throw her over my shoulder, but Phyllis appears at the top of the staircase with a knowing smile on her face.

“Good evening,” she says sweetly as we approach.

“Good evening,” Jaime replies.

“You look like you’re retiring to your room this evening. You two skipped out on dessert earlier, so I saved you some. There is a container on the counter, the ice cream is in the freezer, and the caramel sauce is by the warmer. Heat it up for fifteen seconds and that should be perfect to drizzle over the ice cream. Help yourselves when you’re ready.” Phyllis gives us a wink and starts to head down the stairs.

“Oh, before I forget, the final guests have arrived. They’re in the room directly behind yours.”

“Thanks,” I say as she descends the stairs. Before she reaches the halfway point, I pull Jaime towards our room.

Once inside, I slam my lips against hers in a hungry, needy kiss. Jaime locks the door behind her before winding her arms around my neck. Reaching around and grabbing her ass, I hoist her up and press her back against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist, lining us up perfectly as she starts to grind against my cock. I’m so fucking hard right now, I’m afraid it might do some sort of permanent damage from the pressure.

Jaime latches onto my bottom lip, each suckle rippling through my body like a lightning strike straight to my dick. Using the wall as leverage, I’m able to slide my hands up her body. Her soft skin is peppered with goosebumps and her nipples are hard little peaks against my chest. My mouth waters for just a little taste, knowing that I won’t be able to stop at just one.

“Damn, I want to take you right against this door,” I ground out, refusing to break the connection of our mouths.

“Yes, yes, I want that,” she pants breathlessly. I can feel the heat of her pussy through two layers of clothes.

Tearing my lips away from hers, I set her on her feet and quickly start to rid her of it all. First her shirt is thrown somewhere in the room, followed very quickly by her white lace bra with red trim. Then I set my sights on her shorts. After unbuttoning them, I give them a hard tug. My eyes never leave the white lace with red trimmed thong she had hidden beneath. She must have brought them with her because she wasn’t wearing them when I devoured her before.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I whisper, transfixed by that tiny scrap of lace.

“Please,” she begs. She wiggles slightly, her legs trembling from need.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” I ask, leaning forward and swiping my tongue along the lace-covered seam of her lips. I’m rewarded with a deep moan.

“Do you want more?” I ask, glancing up and locking eyes with her cloudy green ones.

“More,” she demands, her body craving another touch.

Sliding the thong aside, I part her folds with my fingers and run my tongue between them. Again, her moan is pure music and fuels the already raging inferno inside of me. I savor the taste of her arousal, loving the way it coats my tongue. Licking and sucking on her clit, I run a single finger through her wetness.

When I push gently inside her ready body, Jaime starts to buck against me. She’s wild as she grinds down on my hand, chasing the orgasm she craves, the one I promised. Before I slide a second finger inside of her, I use my other hand to lift her left leg up and over my shoulder. She’s open wide, a buffet for only me to enjoy. And I’m fucking famished.

I push two fingers inside of her and latch on to her clit with my mouth, sucking on her swollen flesh. Jaime’s hands dive into my hair, gripping at my scalp and tugging on handfuls of hair. I ignore the sting. Instead, it drives me further. The desire to make her come is overwhelming as I work my fingers in and out of her sweet pussy.

“God, Ryan, that feels so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Her muscles start to tighten against my fingers. They’re pulling against me, drawing me in deeper, as her legs start to quiver. She’s close now; I can feel the orgasm cresting.

“Let go, baby. I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue.”

My words are the spark she needs because she ignites right before my eyes. Her orgasm sweeps through her, powerful and all-consuming, as I work my fingers inside of her and alternate between licking and sucking on that magic button. I watch, hypnotized as her body rides out wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. It’s fucking beautiful to watch, and even more magnificent to feel against my fingers and tongue.

When the last wave sweeps through her, Jaime sags against the door, spent and sated. But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

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