Page 68 of Playing for Possession
“Yes?”
It still made me nervous to ask, even after everything we’d done together. “Can we... you know... again, tonight?”
“You want to?”
“Yes.”
He leaned in slowly, and I shifted on the picnic blanket to bridge the gap between us. His kiss was hungry and urgent. The kind of kiss that demanded a response. The kind you could never get enough of. He explored my mouth with his tongue. My glasses bumped against his nose. I drew back and readjusted them. “I’m sorry.”
He pulled me back to his lips. “You don’t need to apologize for anything with me.”
His firm lips devoured mine, and somehow he shifted from next to me to his body covering mine. His weight pressed me down onto the blanket and the soft sand beneath. He planted hot kisses against my throat and down my body through the thin fabric of my dress. His other hand snaked around to squeeze my backside.
Things were getting too hot and heavy in an outdoor space. “We’re in public.”
“It’s on the list, isn’t it?” He spoke between kisses over my collarbones. “Outside, and on a beach. Two birds, one stone.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“It’s a private beach. No one comes here.”
A tremble went through me at his rough words. All I could focus on was the hand on my leg that was sliding up and down, stroking. Somehow, I found a reply. “Someone could still be around.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“I thought you wanted to be a good boy.”
He kissed a line down my body, then lifted his head and licked his lips. “I do. Let me show you how good I can be for you.”
“By breaking the law? I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to have sex outside.”
“I won’t call the police if you don’t.” His palm moved a little higher up my thigh. “What about a compromise? I want to get you back to the bedroom and take my time.” He kept his eyes fixed onmine as he bunched my dress around my hips. “But I’m also very committed to your list.”
He bowed his head. Heat pressed between my thighs from where he licked through the fabric of my underwear. I was already so wet. I stilled him with a hand in his soft hair.
“You don’t have to do that for me.”
His reply was incredulous. “You think I’m doing this for you?”
“Aren’t you?”
He hooked his finger into my underwear and moved it to the side.
He studied my face, seeking permission. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
He gave one long lick at my center and sucked on my lips. “Nothing turns me on more than this.”
“We already ticked this off the list.”
“Sometimes you chip a ball across the line, but I always like to make sure it’s a firm goal. It doesn’t hurt to make sure we really earned that tick.”
He kept his unwavering gaze on me while he tongued and lapped at me with gusto. I smothered my gasps with a hand over my mouth. Gently, he took my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“No. I want to hear every sound. How else do I know if I’m doing a good job?”
“I can assure you, you’re doing a good job.”
