Page 17 of A Real Good Bad Thing

We picked a pair of lounge chairs as far from the pool as we could find. I indulged in another sip, murmuring my praise once again. “How can you resist pineapple and coconut?”

With a smirk, he lifted his beer bottle and took a pull. But he said nothing. So stoic.

I wasn’t. I took another sip.

“Fine. I’ll try it now,” he said.

“Finally!” I handed the glass to him. But instead of drinking, he set it down on a little table between our lounge chairs. He put his beer bottle there too. I lifted an eyebrow in question.

Then he leaned in and kissed me gently.

Yes.

Oh yes.

It was a slow, lingering, delicious kiss that made my head swim. He swept his tongue against my top lip, gently flicking it along the corner of my mouth. I parted for him, letting him taste the drink on me. Then he pulled back with an appreciative groan.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“I might need another taste to know for sure,” he said in a rumble.

I grabbed the drink and took another sip. “Try it again.”

He patted a spot on the lounge chair next to him. “Come here.”

The thrill of kissing in the dark on the beach all alone whipped through me. I looked around, confirmed that nobody was nearby, then obeyed. I slid next to him on his lounge chair. It wasn’t really big enough for two people, but that was the point—being so deliciously close.

He cupped my cheek and kissed me again. Thorough. Deep. Confident. A man who knew what he wanted. And I was a woman who wanted him.

A woman who wanted to be kissed by him, deeply and passionately.

I moved closer, pressing against his chest.

“Yes, your drink is very, very good,” he said between kisses, then returned to my mouth.

He spent a good long time kissing me till I was boneless and extremely wet. I pressed against him, seeking contact and…Oh, that was nice. The ridge of his erection against my stomach. He was ridiculously hard, and the evidence of his arousal turned me on even more. I half wanted to invite him into my room and let him just take me all night long. But I wasn’t quite ready for that.

I was definitely ready for more than kissing though. I pushed his shoulders down, climbing over him and straddling him.

With a groan, he rumbled, “Use me, sweetheart, however you want.”

I didn’t know the man. But I didn’t need to know him. My body was leading the way tonight as I rubbed shamelessly against his erection through our clothes under the sultry sky, the stars and the inky black blanket above us, the waves harmonizing with my moans.

I pressed and rocked until I was shockingly close. I didn’t expect to be so turned on to the point where I was shaking and shuddering. Where I could feel my body wanting to fly over the cliff. But I wasn’t quite there. Panting, I breathed his name, “Jake.” It came out plaintive and needy.

He cupped the back of my head. “Want me to get you there, sweetheart?”

“I do.”

His hand slid under my sundress and into my panties. He growled when his fingers made contact. I groaned so loudly that he covered my mouth. “Be quiet for me, sweetheart.”

I nodded desperately.

“You’re perfectly wet,” he murmured as he stroked, expertly rubbing me exactly where I wanted him. Sparks flew inside me and pleasure crackled as I rocked shamelessly against his hand.

I moved faster and faster still. He stroked me in just the right way, at just the right speed, till I was groaning and panting. Desire coiled in my belly, and I could feel myself nearing the edge. I was close, so damn close. Soon, I was biting my lip, trying to keep my sounds tamped down when all I wanted was to cry out. My body tightened and my legs shook, and he never missed a beat. He read me completely, sensing my needs every step of the way. He stroked me expertly all while kissing my shoulder, my neck, the corner of my lips until I was shuddering and coming undone with my sexy stranger.

I was still seeing stars a minute later when I asked, “Do you want me to do that to you?” I was dying to touch him.

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