He pulled his hand away from her.
“It wasn’t ... It wasn’t that bad,” she burst out.
“Maybe we should go swimming again, then.”
“Oh, no. I want to!”
His hand resumed its previous position, and he nibbled at her collarbone. His voice dropped to a sexy rumble. “Tell me what you want.” He watched her through half-lidded eyes. “Don’t leave anything out.”
She tried to draw air into her lungs. “You,” she said. Her arms slid around him, and she pulled him even closer. “I want you.”
He took the nipple he’d been idly stroking into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, and she wrapped one of her legs around his. She relaxed into his arms.
Everything was great, until an awful thought crossed her mind.
“Wait. Wait a minute.” Emily pushed him off enough to sit up, and scrabbled around for her clothes. “I have to get dressed. We don’t have any condoms. We can’t do this without a condom.”
“We’re fine, sugar.” He reached over, rooting through the pile of clothes, pulling something from his shorts pocket. He pushed the small foil packet into Emily’s hand as he eased her back down onto the blanket again. “All set.”
Obviously Emily wasn’t a virgin. He wasn’t, either. Even if she wanted this, she was nervous, and it was now a lot more than a no-strings encounter. This would change everything. “It’s broad daylight, we’re outside, and—”
She didn’t finish her sentence. His mouth came down on hers. She was too busy kissing him to think of anything else. His lips tasted like water. His tongue stroked in and out, lingering and exploring. He moved against her with exquisite slowness, his hand straying down her belly. His fingers mimicked what his tongue was doing, slowly, so slowly.
Emily felt the scratchy foil edge of the condom wrapper in her palm as she stroked his back with her fingertips. His fingers were making her tremble and shudder, and she arched frantically against him.
“Easy,” he said, his voice soft in her ear.
“I want—I want—”
“I know you do. You’re going to get there.”
He suckled and played with her breasts until Emily’s nipples were hard and aching. He stroked up and down, his fingers moving in and out of her. She let out a moan. He wasn’t done. He kissed his way over her belly, down, down, until she felt him spread her legs. He tasted her where his fingers had been.
“Oh. Oh. Oh, God.” He was making more of those little circles with his tongue and then his fingertips, and she gasped. She moaned. She begged him. “Please, Brandon, please.”
His voice was dark, rough, and it came from somewhere she’d never heard before. “Do you want me, sugar?”
“Yes. Oh, yes, oh, God, please.”
More licks, more stroking, more rubbing. Emily felt the waves start at her fingertips, the skittering rush of sensation over her skin, and the flashes of heat in her blood. “Come for me.” He pulled her into his mouth, suckled her, flicked his tongue over that small nub of flesh, and gently bit.
Emily came so hard she saw stars. She cried out and heard his soft chuckle. He rolled onto his side, gathering her into his arms. She let out a contented sigh. A few minutes passed. She was sated, drowsy, and warm, and all she wanted was to fall asleep.
He had other plans. “We’re not done yet.”
“ThankGod,” she said with feeling.
Brandon kissed her through his laughter.
His hands roamed over her body once more. He took the foil packet from her hand, tore it open with his teeth, and unrolled the latex disc onto himself. Moments later, he moved over her again. She felt the prodding at her entrance, and heard him say, “Ready?”
Emily’s eyelids fluttered closed. The sun beat down, the water rushed, the breeze blew over them. Brandon’s breath was warm on her cheek, and she felt the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She reached down to cup his butt in both hands and froze.
Maybe she was hearing things, but it sure sounded like voices coming from the path nearby. She let out a gasp. They weren’t done yet, she thought wildly. They hadn’t even started!
Emily heard him whisper, “Sugar. Don’t move.”
Chapter Sixteen