Page 42 of Endurance

But when I tugged her hand to pull her back onto my lap, she didn’t resist.

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Kallie

“Iwant you. Here and now.”

His words ricocheted through my body. Small shadows chased across his face in the dim lighting, making him look dangerously sexy. Our eyes met for a brief second, and I took in the darkness dancing in his gaze.

Holy Mother of Stars…

It was all I could think before he covered my mouth with his. I knew this moment was coming, but I’d hoped to put him off until it was completely dark—when the sun had safely hidden away behind the earth. But now none of that seemed to matter. I wanted this man in a way I’d never wanted anything else in my life.

His kiss was light at first—just a graze that drove me completely wild. I whimpered against his lips, and he responded by gripping the back of my head and pressing his mouth more firmly to mine. Within mere seconds, the kiss went from tentative to feverish, passionately demanding to take what he needed.

Our tongues danced as the rainbow sky faded into a deep purple on the horizon. His hands moved possessively up and down my back, progressing over my ribs and to my waist, skimming the sides of my breasts on the way down. I felt myself shiver at the contact, my desire building and causing a fervent ache between my legs.

Shifting my position, I arranged my skirt so I could straddle his hips. His breath was hot on my neck as he nipped his way across the line of my jaw, moving down my neck to my cleavage. He tugged the strings securing my halter with one hand while his other ran up my leg, then slid under my dress. He massaged my thigh, shoving my skirt further up as he went, brushing past the strap of the lace thong at my hip and around to cup my nearly bare behind. He held me firm and pulled the top of my dress down to expose my breasts.

“No bra,” he murmured. My nipples pebbled from the appreciative way he stared at them. A moan escaped me as his magical lips leaned in to kiss the area around one tightened peak. He kneaded my breasts, pinching the erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger before capturing one with his teeth. At the same time, he slid his other hand from my backside to slip a finger under my panties. The throbbing between my spread thighs intensified, and I ached to be satisfied.

“Touch me, Sloan.”

“I will, baby, but there’s something in my way. I want no barriers this time. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you bare for far too long.” He grabbed hold of my hips with little effort and lifted us both from the chair until we were in a standing position. Looping one finger through the side of my thong, he said, “I want these off.”

He tugged the thong all the way down to my feet and I willingly stepped out of them. He kissed his way back up my legs, starting near my ankles, then over my knees until he reached the apex of my thighs. A fire burned fierce in my belly, and I couldn’t think straight. I was nearly naked with him holding my dress up around my hips, the fabric barely clinging to my body by the elastic band under my bustline. When he began to pull that down, too, I grabbed hold of his hand.

“Sloan, maybe we should go inside,” I breathed. “Somebody could see. The trees only hide so much.”

“No. I want you here. Naked. If someone’s out there, let them watch.” To prove he was serious, he quickly yanked my dress down and it pooled around my ankles, leaving me completely exposed. It was an extraordinary sensation to feel the soft coastal breeze dance lambently across every inch of my skin as I stood there, stark naked, with Sloan. It was incredibly liberating. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork for a moment before breathily whispering, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Then he lunged for me and began the merciless attack on my mouth once again. Pulling my naked form tight against him, he coaxed me back onto the lounge chair. Pressing me back, he hovered over me and positioned his body between my legs. Using one hand, he raised my arms above my head and leaned in to nip his way around my collarbone. His free hand softly brushed along the curve of my breast, pausing only to flick at a rigid peak, then slid down over my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. When he ran a finger through my wet slit, my breath caught, eliciting a gasp of unadulterated pleasure.

Never before had I felt so uninhibited and free. I didn’t care about the gypsy’s words, my tarot cards, or the fact that there were still dark purple streaks across the sky from the setting sun. I didn’t even care about the possibility of being seen. It was as if nothing in the world mattered except for his touch.

“Oh, God… Sloan. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”

Releasing my arms, he sat up and used both hands to spread my thighs further apart. Continuing a slow exploration of my most intimate parts, he lazily circled my clit with his thumb, spreading the moisture around before sliding two fingers inside. I wanted to cry out from sheer ecstasy, but I worried about the neighbors possibly hearing, so I held back. My back arched, and my stomach tightened. I was coming apart at the seams.

“You like this?”

“Yes, don’t stop!” I shamelessly begged.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against my folds. Instantly, an electric shock surged through my body, eliciting a moan from my lips. His tongue moved against the pulsing nub, flicking up and down and filling me with the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.

“I want you to come, Kallie,” he murmured between licks. “Then we’re going to take this party to the pool. I want to feel your naked, wet body sliding against mine.”

Fire coursed through me at his words, the ache turning into something vicious, and I could only moan again in response. I wanted him—desperately. I needed to know what he’d feel like inside me. I’d never before had a lover linger in all the right places in order to find my most sensitive areas. If his hands and tongue could work so much magic, I could only imagine what it would be like when we officially joined for the first time. Images of Sloan and I moving together in unison in the pool filled my mind. It was enough to send me reeling over the edge.

“I’m going to come!” I gasped. The words had barely passed my lips when wave after wave of the sweetest, most intense ecstasy rocketed through me. It started low and deep, bursting forth in a kaleidoscope of colors that took my breath away. My body shuddered and convulsed, but Sloan wouldn’t let up on the merciless flicks of his tongue against my throbbing bundle of nerves. I squirmed, but he held me to the spot with his firm grip on my hips.

“Be still, baby. Just feel,” he ordered.

I was so sensitive to his touch that my natural reaction was to pull away. Still, even if it was nearly impossible, I did as he told me. I loved the way he made me feel but hated it at the same time. It was as if my mind, heart, and body were not my own, but something only he commanded.

Holding as still s as possible, I focused only on the tightening sensation that was quickly building deep in my belly once again. His fingers circled my walls as his tongue applied pressure to my clit. I could feel a second orgasm on the horizon, but he kept me on edge, never quite allowing me to get there. I bucked involuntarily, craving the relief I was so close to getting. I was beyond the point of wanting. He was driving me insane, and I was desperate, completely lost in an ocean of sensations.

He must have sensed my urgency because he plunged his fingers deeper into my core and increased the intensity of his tongue. My insides constricted, and my mind went hazy. In one blinding moment, white-hot pleasure shot through my veins. I cried out, unable to suppress my screams.

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