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I choke on my own cries, fighting and failing to keep quiet. Kit helps. He releases my breast to cover my mouth, grip so tight on my jawline that I come harder, riding his hand until my legs feel like they’ll collapse beneath me if I try to take one single step.

“That’s right, baby. You did so good.” He nips my shoulder at the same time he removes his hand from beneath my waistband, then brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. “You taste like heaven.”

On wobbly legs, I turn to him, rising on my tiptoes to take a taste for myself. Our tongues tangle and dance, mixing the spice that is him with the flavor of my desire. At some point he reaches back to kill the spray of the shower, replacing its warm blanket with a breeze that has my nipples aching against my top.

Kit steps back, bracing me with a hand on either shoulder, and smiles. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

I nod, smiling breathlessly up at him. “Can you take me to your room?Now.”

He chuckles darkly. “So bossy.” Then his gaze drifts lower, and he arches a brow. “What will we do about this?”

A quick glance downward confirms my suspicions. My top is completely transparent, dark pink nipples making themselves known through the fabric. I suck in a breath through my teeth and peer up at Kit. “Looks like I’m borrowing your shirt.”

He retrieves it from the railing and tosses it my way with a wink. “Not for long.”

We dress quickly, gather our things, and run hand in hand up the boardwalk.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Kit

We take the emergency stairwell,having no patience to wait for the elevator. I’ve already got my key card out, droplets of water coating it from being in my pocket while we rinsed off. I silently pray that it still works as I hold it to the keypad. A beep answers my prayers, and the mechanical lock whirs. I push the door open into the darkness of my room. When I reach for the light switch, though, Tess swats my hand.

“No direct overhead lighting,” she deadpans.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, chuckling.

She crosses the room, skirting around my bed to grip the curtains and yank them open, allowing meager amounts of moonlight and shimmering fluorescence from the pool lights below to filter through the windows. I’d fuck the woman beneath a spotlight if it meant I could see every inch of her on display, but if it’s mood lighting Tess wants, then mood lighting is enough for me.

I don’t give her a chance to turn around, instead hooking my arm around her waist and dragging her to the bed. We land on top of the covers, our wet hair shedding droplets with the impact. She moves to straddle my hips, breathlessly giggling as she gazes down at me. My shirt is off her in a matter of seconds, exposing the delicious view of tight nipples pressing through the tiny top she’s been teasing me with all afternoon. It knots at the back, and I make quick work of untying it and tossing the damn thing across the room.

Her breasts are perfect. I hold still for a moment, soaking in the sight of them after so long spent imagining it. I test their weight in my hands. They’re full and pert, tipped with hard, rosy nipples that beg to be sucked. And so I do, sitting up and taking first one and then the other into my mouth, nipping and flicking and sucking until she’s writhing against me, burying her hands in my hair and whimpering my name like a desperate plea. Her skin is so soft and warm against my tongue. I swear I could come from this alone: the taste of her filling my mouth while she grinds her hot center against my aching cock.

“So needy,” I whisper against her taut nipple. Her back arches, and I lick her from sternum to throat to chin, punctuating her sigh with a kiss. “So perfect.”

“Kit, please,” she begs. Her nails carve ravines into my back. I’ll be wearing the marks for days, and I don’t even care. I’m half tempted to never wear another shirt if it means showing the whole world that I was branded by Tess Monroe. That I’m hers, and hers alone.

“What do you want, baby?” I say as I flip her onto her back, where I hook my fingers into her waistband and tug. The bottoms come away easily. I slide them down her mile-long legs, and once I’ve tossed them to the side, grab her knees and push them apart. Her pussy is so perfect, a pristine dirty-blonde landing strip guiding my gaze to her glistening lips. “You want me to eat you?”

“Yes,” she hisses, and it’s so fucking hot that she isn’t ashamed to ask that I don’t hesitate to oblige. I kneel between her legs and bury my face in her pussy the way I’ve fantasized about doing since the moment we met.

She’s even more radiant like this, grinding against my mouth with her head thrown back and my name a barely audible chant spilling from her throat. I suckle her clit, then flick it with my tongue. She likes that. I can tell by the way her legs clamp tightly on either side of my head, holding me in place so I couldn’t move even if I tried. But fuck, I’d never want to escape this. She grinds wildly, taking all the pleasure she wants, and I gladly deliver. I continue lapping at her clit as I slip two fingers into her and stroke in the same come-hither motion that made her come on my hand mere moments ago. At that, she screams, not a care in the world spared for who might hear. She loses herself to the pleasure, and the sight of her so unabashed has my cock throbbing in my shorts.

“Fuck, I want you,” she groans, fingers tangling in my hair and pulling. She’s rough, and I love it. I want her to tear me apart until I’m nothing but a man on his knees before her, ready to worship. When I don’t let up, don’t retreat, she releases me to prop herself up on her elbows. “Kit, I need you inside me.Now.”

“But I’m having so much fun,” I say, punctuating my sentence with a long lick up her center that has her sucking in a gasp.

I meant what I said. She tastes like heaven. I find myself licking her wetness from my lips, savoring the flavor of her ecstasy.

She locks eyes with me, expression at once so wild and yet completely controlled. “I’m begging you.”

I couldn’t argue with her if I tried. I nip her clit once more, then relent for now, crawling forward to cover her swollen mouth with mine. We crash into one another, finding a perfect rhythm instantly. She ebbs and I flow. I draw her bottom lip between my teeth, and she arches into me, begging for more. Her skin is smooth and supple against mine, so divine I could spend days exploring her every curve and never grow tired. Everywhere we touch, I’m engulfed in a heat that can only be satiated by stoking the flame higher.

“Let me grab a condom,” I rasp, pulling away ever so slightly. It’s as much as I can bear.

“No need.” She meets my questioning gaze with a raised brow. “You said you’re clear. I am too. And I’m on the pill.”

My heart, which had stopped beating, restarts at a gallop. “Are you sure?”

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