Page 60 of Breakaway

Oooh. Her breath sighed out of her. She moaned.

He lifted his head. “You do, don’t you?”

She bit her lip and met his eyes.

“Oh, Remi, you naughty girl. My whips and chains are…uh…”

She laughed and pushed at his big shoulder. “You don’t have any whips and chains.”

“I can get some.”

“That’s okay.” She kissed his shoulder. “I don’t need that much dominating. I just need…”

“This.” And he rolled her on top of him and laid a firm pat on her butt. She moaned and turned to liquid. “I know you like that.”

She just moaned again and he pulled her face down for a blistering kiss. He gave he a couple more sharp little taps, sending heat shimmering over her buttocks, then rolled her to her back again. “And this.” He clasped both her wrists in one hand and held them over her head while his weight pressed her into the mattress and he kissed her, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, so sexy. He sucked on her tongue, bit softly at her lips. Molten pleasure spread inside her as he rubbed his body against hers, mesmerizing her with his heat, his strength, pinning her there, helpless.

“I missed you,” he breathed in her ear. Then he rose up and gazed down at her again and her breath caught in her throat at the expression on his face. “So pretty.” He released her wrists and dragged a hand down from her shoulder, between her breasts, over her stomach. “Let’s take these off.” And he tugged the panties down over her thighs. She lifted her knees to her chest to help. The lace snagged on one sharp boot heel as he pulled them off and he freed them, then tossed them aside.

They exchanged a heated smile. “That’s what happens when you wear boots to bed,” she said in a breathy voice. “I’m just hoping I don’t stab you in the balls.”

He winced, but laughed. “Maybe we’ll take them off.” And he tugged the boots off too, one at a time, tossing them to the floor with one soft thud, then another.

Air on her bare legs felt so sexy and she kept her legs bent like that, feet crossed, and lifted her arms above her head on the bed. He kneed her legs farther apart, his own spread wide on the bed, his cock jutting long and hard over her. “Oh, Remi.” His eyes devoured her and then he directed his cock into her, his index and middle finger on each side of it. He filled her so perfectly, so beautifully. Her eyes fell closed and he moved over her, one hand going to her forehead and tipping her head back. He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ear, all the while rolling his body against her, insideher, in a drugging rhythm. “You feel so good.” He rubbed his face against hers. “So hot and wet. So perfect.”

Heat spiraled through her, flames licking over her body. “So good,” she moaned. “Oh, Jase, it’s so good.”

He pushed up on his arms, then knelt between her legs. He reached for the lace cups of her bra and tugged them down, exposing her nipples, playing with them with his fingertips, his face intent, dark, aroused. Sensation shimmered from her nipples to her pussy and she lifted her hips up to him, whimpering with pleasure and need. God, he knew how to make her hot.

He pulled out then and she made a little cry of protest, but he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy. Her clit throbbed and ached for more and when he pushed back inside her and reached for her waist, holding her steady with both hands as his thrusting grew harder, she slid her hand down over her belly and to find her clit.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “So hot, baby. Do it, make yourself come.”

“You’remaking me come.” And it was true, the sensation of him inside her combined with the touch of her fingers on her clit threw her headlong into a hard, shuddering orgasm. She cried out, letting his thrusts prolong the ecstasy, drawing it out until he came too, falling over her again, sliding one arm beneath her shoulders and holding her tight.

After christening the king size bed with afternoon sex, they went for a walk on the beach and did a little shopping.

“I love this place.” She did a little spin on the sidewalk. Jase laughed. “Seriously. I’ve never been anywhere. The ocean, the palm trees, the sun…I love it.”

“You’ve never been anywhere?”

She shook her head and made a little face. “No. My parentswere the ones who travelled. I’ve always wanted to see different places, but it just didn’t happen.”

“I get sick of travelling.” His eyes danced though, as he took in her enjoyment. “But with you it’s fun again.”

“Where will we go for dinner?”

“The rooftop restaurant at the hotel is supposed to be good.” He took her hand as they strolled back toward the hotel. “And the view is spectacular.”

They went for a swim, a lazy, sexy swim, then showered together and changed for dinner. They were just sitting down at their table when Remi’s cell phone rang again.

“Kyle, I said I’d call you.”

She rolled her eyes apologetically at Jase, but he just laughed.

“Okay, so I wasn’t sick sick,” Kyle said. “But I still have to write that exam.”

“If you weren’t sick, why’d you miss it?”

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