Page 43 of Holiday on the Rocks
As he licked my neck, I realized maybe this was going to be okay. Yes, the difference was now I was a grown woman. I couldn’t handle him back then because we were too young. So closure was totally okay. I would be able to get the key to my heart back, move forward, and all will be good. No, not good, we’re talking effing great.
He set me on my feet and the last thread of control I had broke in an instant. I pushed him hard, and he reached out and grabbed me before his back hit the mattress. I was a shameless wild woman as I kissed his neck before my mouth returned to his as if we needed the connection.
The burn, the ache, and the heat of his skin were all feeding the fire.
Those hands found my hips as I sat up. My eyes soaked him in; the same as he used to be but better. My fingers traced my initials in his tattoo. As I leaned forward a tingle slithered up my spine when his hands slid around and touched my bra strap while his eyes locked with mine.
“This okay?”
My ability to spit out nouns and verbs had vanished so I nodded.
He unhooked and it slid down my arms as my stomach flipped while his hungry eyes traveled me.
“You’re beautiful.”
His words spurred something as he sat up and we were chest to chest. His hands and lips became reacquainted with me as my head dropped back.
He lay down and pulled me to his chest as fear and anticipation flooded me while his greedy mouth overtook mine, and his hands tormented me.
I’d never felt so desired in my life as his deep voice muttered cursing intertwined with my name. He licked and kissed my neck and chest as if marking his territory, which is all I wanted to be. His.
Those hands moved my hips as a panic made its way in as my knees clamped his hips.
“You know what you want.” It was a husky whisper. “You’re safe.”
I felt safe which I knew was wrong as closure might be the death of me. But I was here now.
My body took over while the friction and closeness were overwhelming my senses. I moved against him and when I looked into his dark eyes the thrill I remembered was twisting everything.
He pulled me closer as his warm breath riffled through my hair. He had control of me, holding me, angling me. I thought I knew what my body was able to do, but he had it behave in a way it never had before. He had the knowledge of what it could do so much better than me as his body molded to mine.
The explosion of waves of pleasure derailed everything as life drained from me. The unbearable tension followed by a flush, deliciously slow recovery. I looked down and the expression on his face made me feel the high that Levi was. The lengths we’d gone to be together way back then because of the force between us. It was still there.
He pulled me into his chest and his skin against mine was filling a gap I hadn’t known existed. A revived restlessness surged through every nerve ending in my body as my fingers explored and my lips followed.
I knew I’d always be a recovering addict when it came to him, and now I was having a taste of the one drug that I knew from experience was impossible to shake once gone. The smartest thing I could do would be to run as fast as my legs would carry me, but I knew an army couldn’t move me from the spot I was in.
He growled my name as I made my way lower. The moan while he tousled my hair with his hands made me feel powerful and sexy as I took control.
After exploring he pulled me up by my shoulders and we were face to face as he wrapped his arms securely around me with our breathing loud. In one swift move I was on my back. He looked down at me as he placed his finger under my chin and slid it slowly down my body. The mattress sighed as he settled on top of me. His weight was solid and anchored me as the heat of his skin sent electric sparks to my stomach.
His teeth nipped my ear as his breath bathed my neck. “There’s no one like you.”
His lips moved slowly down my body. I looked at the man responsible for the temptation, the one who was in control of my every desire as he reminded me what only he could do to me.
He licked my stomach before looking up at me. His eyes were narrowed, searching my face with intensity as he slid my panties down my legs.
My heart hiccupped at the look in his eye. In a moment’s time my leg was pushed aside and my breath taken away as I arched when he moved forward. We moved smoothly together, like a choreographed dance, with his mouth on my neck.
My hands trailed down his sweaty back, and I felt a new satisfaction as he said my name as he nuzzled against me, kissing his way to my earlobe. He was dominating and deep, and there was more than the action of our bodies, he was putting himself everywhere. Instilling visions that would be running through my mind in ten years, thirty years, forever.
His fingers dug into my hips as he rocked me against him and ran my body like he owned it.
“Look at me,” he hissed, and I obeyed. “I want to see your eyes, and you to see mine. The one who makes you crazy.”
He held me like I was a treasure making me powerful and wanting to give all I had to him.
His eyes burned into me, and I couldn’t comprehend the emotion. I clung to him as he was rough, but somehow tender at the same time while my cries for more were muffled by his shoulder.
