She stammers anuhh.
Yes. Kissed speechless. That’s such a good look on her. I pull back, enjoying the view. She leans against the wall in her foyer, catching her breath. That pose shows off all her assets—the swell of her breasts in her tank top dress, her curvy hips, her strong legs.
Her parted lips too. She licks them and swallows. “As I was saying…moreinnuendo,” she murmurs.
A rumble works its way up my chest as I step closer. This time, I take my sweet time, my hand traveling along her arm, her skin soft and inviting.
Goose bumps rise in my wake. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?” I ask.
“What’s that, Drew?” Damn, my name sounds sexy on her lips.
I brush her hair off her shoulder, cataloging her reaction to my touch. The way she shivers. How she sways against me. The rush of breath on her lips. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “What it would be like to kiss you…everywhere.”
“Oh God,” she gasps, but I catch a flicker of worry in her eyes that makes me pause.
“Think you’d like that?” I ask.
She’s quiet at first, then lets out a trembly breath. “Ithinkso.”
That doesn’t sound as certain as I’d like. “You good with everything? You need me to stop?”
She hisses, pushes her hands against my chest, and grabs the neck of my shirt. “Do. Not. Stop.”
Good. I don’t fucking want to at all.
“Sounds like you need more kissing, then,” I offer suggestively.
“I do.”
I grab hold of her hip. “Good. Because I need a whole lot more of your gorgeous mouth.”
My fingers roam up to her hair then rope through those thick blonde locks.
“Ahh,” she murmurs, her eyes floating closed, her lush mouth waiting for me. There you go. Brooke just needs a little savoring, some sexy devotion to her pleasure.
I pull her body against me, enjoying the warmth of her sun-kissed skin and the smell of sand, surf, and sunshine in her hair.
I dip my mouth to hers, clasping her face in my hands. When I nip her bottom lip, she gasps. It’s such an alluring sound.
I kiss her slowly, then tenderly. Then a little possessively. I travel across her lips, exploring, quickly learning her cues. She leans back against the wall, inviting me to crowd her, asking me to lead.
Next, I kiss her intently. A deep, passionate kiss that’s a recipe for how I want to fuck her.
Every sigh, every moan tells me she’d like a man to take care of all her needs.
Well, she came to the right beach and found the right guy.
Afternoon delight, here we come.
Brooke presses her sexy body to mine as I claim her mouth in another consuming kiss that intensifies until I’m devouring her lips. She moans and murmurs and loops her hands around my neck, tugging me closer. I leave a path of kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her neck. Her skin tastes so good, I could spend hours here, nibbling, kissing, biting. Maybe next time. For now, I nip her earlobe.
She murmurs, a long, sexy, lingering noise. “Mmm. That feels so good.”
“You deserve to feel good,” I whisper in her ear.
As I flick my tongue over the shell of her ear, her pitch rises, turning into that gorgeous gasp a woman makes as she gets turned on.
Grabbing her hips, I tug her closer. “Those little sexy noises drive me wild,” I tell her.