Page 33 of Nights at Seaside
She licked her lips, and the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, and so much more.
Chapter Nine
THE LAND ROVER idled at the end of Pete’s dark, tree-lined road, where Sawyer had one foot pressed on the brake and his arms wrapped around Sky, as they kissed.
“You taste so sweet,” he said between kisses.
“Marshmallows,” she said quickly, crashing her lips to his again.
Her hand slid over his thigh, pulling a groan from his lungs.
“We should go.” He reluctantly pulled back, then pressed his lips to hers again. “Sky. I can’t stop kissing you.” He buried his hands in her hair and held her still as they claimed each other’s mouths. He wanted to lay her down and make love to her right there in the truck.
Headlights illuminated the interior of the truck from behind, and he forced himself to tear his lips from hers again. They both looked behind them, then laughed as Sky moved back into her seat and buckled up.
“Your brothers are going to hate me,” he said as he turned onto the main road.
“That’s Tony’s truck, and it’s about time my brothers realize I’m a woman, not a little girl.” Her tone was thick with defiance, and it did all sorts of things to his already heated body.
“Would I be taking advantage of that statement if I asked you to come back to my place?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” she answered with a seductive smile.
“Take advantage, or ask you back to my place?”
“Both.”
The word hung between them, suspended by silent promises that he couldn’t wait to keep.
Fifteen minutes later he drove up the windy narrow road to the seashell driveway that led to his three-story house overlooking the bay. He didn’t need four bedrooms or an acre of dunes, but the family lineage made the large house feel like a home.
He helped Sky from the truck. Her hair was disheveled from their make-out session, and tendrils framed her face as she gazed up at him. Her beauty was subtle and overwhelming at once, and the tantalizing combination of innocence and rebellion dancing in her eyes drew him right in.
“Want to go inside and talk?” he offered, because he’d already said inappropriate things on their first date, and telling her that his body was vibrating with need was probably too forthright for a second date. “There’s so much I want to know about you.”
She hooked her finger in the waist of his jeans. “Me too.”
Her voice was breathy, her eyes heavily lidded and seductive, and when he lowered his mouth to hers, she made a soft sound of surrender the second before their tongues touched. He savored the feel of her warm and yielding skin against him. The floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the salty sea air as it whipped around them, and when she pressed her delicate hands to his sides, keeping him close, it sent a tingling down his spine. He succumbed to the electrifying need burning inside him and pulled her tightly against him. The breadth of his hands covered the width of her back. She moaned, and it ricocheted through him, and the rest of the world failed to exist. The sounds of the sea melted into their heavy breathing.
“Sawyer,” she murmured.
Hearing the desire in her voice sent heat coursing through him as their mouths crashed together again in reckless abandon. Her head tipped back, and her lips parted with another sexy, needful sigh. He sealed his mouth over her neck, kissing her silky skin, loving the quickening in her breathing, the tightening of her fingers. He wanted to be so much closer to her, to know everything there was to know about her, but his body was on fire, and she was clinging to him like he was her anchor—and man, did he want to be her anchor.
“Ohwow,” she whispered.
He pressed his cheek to hers and whispered, “I want you, Sky, so very much of you.”
“I want you, too,” she said breathily.
His chest tightened with her confession. “Not here. I want you in my bed,” he rasped against her ear, before taking her in another demanding kiss. Kissing Sky was taking a toll on his self-control. With his pulse racing in his chest, he pulled back, and he touched his forehead to hers.
“Sky…” Emotions blurred his thoughts. He wanted to take her inside,neededto take her away from the cool air and the dense sand. Desperate to make herhisand utterly powerless to find the resolve to pull away, he kissed her again.
Her fingers fisted in his hair. “More. I need more,” she pleaded.
A low growl rolled up his chest. There was nothing romantic about the way their mouths came together. It was a hard, toothy, wet kiss, filled with unstoppable desire.
He swept her, weightless, into his arms. “Can’t wait,” he said, nipping at her swollen lips.
