Page 40 of Redemption

I slide a finger against her clit, wetness pooling on my finger. “No one will notice if you keep quiet,” I say against her neck as my lips trail kisses away from her ear.

She lets out a soft moan as my finger slides to her entrance. “Maybe I don’t want anyone seeing the panties I put on for you.”

My teeth dig into her neck at her words. “For me? So you did have every intention of seducing me tonight.”

Her grip tightens on my shirt as she bites on my ear. “I would have fucked you in the water today but I was having too much fun watching you get angry about me flirting with those boys.”

I drop my hands from under her dress and she lets out a groan of dissatisfaction. I waste no time pulling her out of the bar and toward the steps that lead down to the beach and the rocky shore beneath us.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to waste any more time seeing these panties.” I pull her down the steps and hear her giggle behind me. So many fucking memories hitting me. “And I sure as hell don’t want anyone else seeing them either.”

“Then why are we going to the beach?”

We hit the sand and she stumbles behind me, pulling off her wedged sandals as she tries to walk. I turn to her and drop to my knees, pulling off her shoes. “It’s closer than the elevators to the room.”

“Oh,” she says with a gasp as I toss her shoes aside and press my nose into the fabric between her thighs.

“You smell like dinner.”

“Kilian,” she groans as I slip my hands through the slits in her dress and squeeze her ass.

I slide my hands up her body, over her hips, against her slim waist, and over her breasts, pulling at her nipples as I stand. I grip her hand and pull her behind me as I make my way to the rocks. I slip between two large boulders and against the wall where the restaurant sits above us. Dim lights from the balcony light the area just enough so I will be able to see the look on her face as she screams my name.

I press her into the wall with my hips, my lips at her neck, my hands in her hair. I inhale her scent, remembering the times I would come back to my townhome in Dublin and the pillows would still smell like her, months later.

“Do you remember that time I brought you to my roof and fucked you so hard the neighbors turned on their lights and came to see what the ruckus was?”

“Yes,” she moans as I tug on her ear with my teeth.

I smile against her neck before moving to capture her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I hold her possessively to me. Her hips rub against mine, her need apparent. I could smell it seconds ago when I pressed my nose to her sex. I pull away from her, her eyes dazed from the possessiveness of that kiss. I grin at her in a way she knows I am about to devour her. “I think we should do that again.” I look up at the railing about thirty feet above us. “I bet a nice couple is sitting right on the other side of that railing. Let’s see if you can come hard enough you spoil their meal.”

She smiles at me in a way only she ever has, accepting my challenge. “Well then, Casanova, you are going to have to put those dirty words to work. I do believe you told that redhead you would whisper them against her pussy. I suggest you do so on me.”

I smile at her as I drop to my knees. My hands land at her ankles, a featherlight touch as I draw circles around them.

“You know that’s not where I wanted you.”

“Patience, doll. I know you will only be louder the longer I take to work you up.”

“I’ve waited ten years. I think that’s long enough.”

I chuckle as I press my nose back between her thighs. “I had you last night.”

She presses her hips into my face. “That was the appetizer. You said you wanted dinner.”

I bite at her pussy through the folds of her dress. “Touché, dirty girl. But I want to see how close I can make you to coming before I even touch your clit.”

She groans and I laugh as I pull my face away from her center. I slowly drag my hands up her legs until I hit her knees then drag them back down, my touch causing goose bumps on her skin. I finally make it above her knees, my fingers grazing along her outer thighs and I can smell her need. I knew she was wet before but I know she has to be soaking by now.

I brush my lips against her left thigh, causing her body to stiffen. I then twist and drag my tongue to her inner thigh and bite into her flesh a few inches from her pussy.

“Fuck, Kilian,” she moans, her hips gyrating with my teasing.

I smile against her thigh before pulling away and moving to the other one. Soft kisses above her knee leading up to her midthigh before I drag my lips and nose so close to her core. “I’ve dreamed about this pussy for ten years, Bella. Compared it to every woman I fucked. But none of them were you. None tasted as sweet, none tasted as good, none tasted like home. Because that’s what you taste like, fucking home. I want your taste imprinted on my lips forever.”

I watch as she presses her thighs together, trying to find any friction. But I don’t allow it. I press one hand firmly to her inner thigh as I dive under the front of her dress. I lick my way along the seam of her boy shorts and a guttural moan comes out of her. I slide my hand to her ass, clenching one of her cheeks hard before I pull her hips out enough that I can smack her ass. She starts panting hard and I know she is close. So close and I haven’t even touched her. Her panties still on.

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