Page 69 of Playing for Possession
His lip twitched, and he dropped his head back between my thighs. We were on a beach—a private beach, but still out in the open. I had to put a stop to it. But I had one of the finest footballers on the planet giving me more pleasure than I could ever imagine, and I didn’t have the willpower to stop him.
The indecent sound of him teasing and sucking my clit made all thought leave my head. He pressed my thighs flat with his palms and I gripped his broad shoulders to stop myself from floating awaywith pleasure. Kieran licked and delved with his tongue. My body flooded with heat and an unbearable tension as I writhed beneath him on the picnic blanket. He slipped a finger into my wetness and an unholy cry left my mouth.
“I’m going to learn your body,” he murmured against my thigh. “I love to hear your moans when you come.”
There would be sand in all kinds of places by the time we were done, but I couldn’t care less. My thighs tightened around his head, and he chuckled and pushed them apart again, pinning me to the ground. I had no choice but to surrender to him completely. This body had caused me such pain and frustration, but Kieran’s touch was a re-education—the thrill running through my veins, the intense pleasure building with every flick, the electricity with every brush of his fingertips on my skin. I’d had no idea that this body,mybody, the seat of so much woe, could also be the source of such relentless pleasure.
My orgasm rose from deep inside me as something primal and devouring. A series of rough gasps left my mouth. Kieran nursed me through my shudders and each intense, vibrating wave of ecstasy until everything dissolved to sensation and the cries of the seabirds. The warm lapping of the waves on the beach carried me away.
Kieran stroked my hair lightly. “Fancy a dip in the sea?”
“Give me a minute. I think my soul left my body. I’m still waiting to reunite with it.”
Kieran’s intoxicating scent of sweat and sex mixed with the tang of the ocean. I drew deep shuddering breaths, trying to come back to myself.
He kissed the top of my head. “You enjoyed that?”
I twisted in his arms to gaze into his eyes. “Yes.”
I wanted to satisfy him the way he’d pleased me. It was on the list, but I had no experience with giving oral. Lana had called a good blow job a “game-changer.” What was Kieran going to think about my beginner efforts? I’d felt his hardness pressed against me when we were kissing, but I didn’t have the nerve to slip my hand down and feel him, as much as I longed to. He’d just made me scream with pleasure, and I didn’t have the guts to return the favor.
“I want to...” My cheeks flushed, and embarrassment stole my words. I swallowed. “To swim. I want to swim.”
He rose to his feet and pulled me up slowly with him. “Good. Come on.”
The sand was soft and cool, and the cold water lapping over my feet made me gasp.
He shot me a casual glance. “Skinny-dipping is on the list, isn’t it?”
“No.”
Kieran pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his shorts to the sand. He stood naked in all his inked, muscular glory, powerful and unashamed.
A startled laugh burst out of me. “What are you doing?”
“Updating the list.” Kieran gave me a mock salute and bounded into the water. “Come on,” he cried. “It feels amazing.”
I threw my arms over my chest and shouted over the pound of the waves, “I agreed to swimming, not skinny-dipping.”
His brow arched with humor. “Deja de quejarte y quítate la ropa.”
“What does that mean?”
“Quit whining and take your clothes off.”
I suppressed my chuckle. “Another one of your pick-up lines?”
He gave a rueful shrug. “Get in here. You’re going to love it.”
I surveyed the inviting waters and drew a deep breath. A moonlight swim under an indigo sky with a beautiful man. Ifskinny-dipping wasn’t one for the list, I didn’t know what was. I could seize the day with my fingertips, or I could grab it whole-heartedly and charge naked and wild into the sea. A rush of determination went through me. Some moments in life demanded to be fully embraced.
I pulled my sundress over my head and tugged my underwear off quickly before I changed my mind. The cold snatched the air from my lungs as I plunged into the surf. It was coldest like this, half in and half out of the water. My heart contracted with fear before I lay back in the icy water and let myself float. Gazing up at the stars, I let the water hold me, and my body was suddenly filled with the deepest sense of exhilaration.
I swam to Kieran. The waves crashed around us, and he pulled me to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed my body close, skin on skin, seeking his warmth. I bobbed up and down with the waves. Kieran’s hands snaked around my waist as he held me and steadied me.
He kissed my cheek. “I need to get you back to that bedroom.”
The waves smashed around us, the spray misting my glasses and the sound filling my ears. “Let’s swim a little longer. I’m enjoying this, aren’t you?”
