If I kiss you again, I wont want to stop, he warned.
There were a million reasons this was a bad idea, and yet she couldnt think of a single one. Then kiss me again.
No second invitation required. The words were hardly out of her mouth before his mouth took hers in the hottest, wettest, most carnal kiss shed ever engaged in. Then, before she could catch her breath, hed scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the beach and around the edge of a bluff to their own private world.
Sean dropped his jacket to the sand, then sank down, pulling her with him. You sure?
Oh, yeah. She was sure. To prove it, she reached for the buttons on his shirt, spreading the material wide, dancing her fingers across his skin. There was something about not being able to see that heightened her sense of touch, her sense of smell. And he both felt and smelled like heaven.
With similar bluntness, he reached for the front zipper on her sweater. Slowly it parted, and he slipped his hands inside, guiding it off her shoulders and down her arms. Then her bra. I wish I could see you, he whispered, laying her on her back on his jacket.
Before she could answer, before she could even think, If you could see me, we wouldnt be doing this, his mouth nuzzled at the sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone, then lower. Cupping her breasts, plumping them up, he bent his head and opened his mouth on one, sucking, teasing with his tongue and teeth. Lifting his head, he ran a thumb over the wet peak, back and forth.
She cried out. She couldnt help it. She was burning up from the inside out and needed him to put out the fire. Thrusting her hips helplessly against his, she continued making dark whimpering sounds she couldnt contain. Ive never felt like this, she said, horrified at the admission. Never.
I know.
Did that mean hed never felt like this, either? In the months ahead without him, she would have liked to treasure the memory of knowing that. But he didnt say, just kissed her hard, fueling her desperation with his own.
Then he left her for a moment, surging up to take off his shirt, and for the first time she felt like cursing the dark because she wanted to see his naked body against hers. Impossible, of course, but she could feel, and she did just that, spreading her fingers wide to touch every part of him she could reach. His broad shoulders. His strong arms. His wide chest. And that stomach It rippled and quivered when she surged up to place her mouth right next to his belly button.
His breath caught, and she found she loved that sound. When she reached for his pants with fumbling fingers, he helped her push them down. And then he was shoving up her skirt, reaching for her tights, then her panties, until finally, oh, finally, they were slick, heated skin to slick, heated skin.
There was no way to mistake his erection, no way she wanted to. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she breathed, Now. Please, Sean, now.
She heard the sound of a foil packet opening and wanted to tell him to hurry, forget the condom, that for once, she wanted to be heart and soul with someone without any barriers between them, but she said nothing until he came back to her, pulled her close and entered her.
She cried out his name; he cried out hers. No longer could she think about her disguise or the dreaded condom or anything but how he made her feel, buried deep inside her.
He started to move within her, his rough, Oh, yeah, echoing in her mind because it had never felt like this, never. Arching, lifting her knees to take him in deeper, deeper, deeper, she had the time to gasp his name before she burst out of herself.
It startled her, the ease of it, the pure pleasure, for shed never come before without straining, without really working for it. Two more strokes and he came, too, her name on his lips. The feel of him, the sound of him, triggered yet another orgasm for her, and it went on and on until they collapsed against each other, damp and sated and stunned.
Sean stayed over her for a long, long moment, his arms quaking faintly. She savored the last bit of pleasure. When he finally pulled away, Carly rolled to her back and studied the dark sky. Sean came up on one elbow and looked at her, his dark gaze gleaming in the night.
Okay? he asked, his voice low and direct.
More than okay. She already wanted to touch him again, desperately. Wanted him to touch her.
So when he slipped an arm beneath her, she eagerly turned to him, curving her body into his. She held her breath, knowing men didnt want to be clung to, but he didnt seem to mind at all. Her face was against his neck so that she could breathe in his scent. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. One of her thighs fell between his, as if their being tangled together, naked, on the beach, was the most natural thing in the world.
It felt so surreal, not being able to see him. Surreal to be stroking, exploring to her hearts delight, but she did it anyway. He seemed perfectly content to let her, as he had his own exploring to do. No part of her was left unstroked, unkissed.
She eagerly returned the favor. She found that when she slid a finger over his nipple, his breathing changed, shallowed. And that she could make him tremble by stroking a finger down his belly. When she cupped his sex, which was already hard again, he rolled her to her back, slid his fingers through hers and kissed her in an unrushed but heated way that brought the immediacy back between them.
I have two more condoms.
Against him, she smiled. Wouldnt want to waste them.
He nudged his erection between her thighs. Now?
Oh, please, now.
Their joining was much more leisurely this time, but no less hot for taking their time. If anything, the feelings were intensified because of all the slow, heated touches and kisses and stroking. And this time, when theyd finished, they dozed off in the moonless night.
Carly woke some time later to Seans hands on her body again. He seemed enthralled by her, which she understood, because she was equally fascinated with his body.
He ran his hands over her breasts, her belly, between her thighs. She came like that, then again when he moved inside her, thrusting with deep, rhythmic strokes.
Finally, sated and wobbling like drunks, they rose and faced each other, sharing a kiss so sweet, so deep and tender, Carly felt not only her heart but her soul stir.
And she both cursed and blessed the dark that had saved her.
10
MY GLASSES, Carly murmured, slipping them on quickly when Sean pulled them out of his pocket.
They could still hardly see each other in the thick blanket of night, but Sean was so attuned to her he found he didnt need to see her. Not that he wouldnt have loved taking her in the bright daylight, watching every nuance, every flicker of emotion that crossed her face as he kissed and licked and teased her to a screaming orgasm.
His body hardened at the thought.
Yep, definitely, he planned to do that.
But this had been incredible, too.
As he grabbed her hand, he felt her little shiver. She thrilled to his touch even now. It was a little unnerving, this connection.
Thunder cracked, startling them. Carly moved closer. Sean pulled her tight and kissed her. Which led to another kiss. And another.
Hearing the second, louder drum of thunder, she broke away from him with a nervous laugh. The single low cloud that had covered the moon had thickened during the time theyd spent on the beach. Time theyd spent lost in sexual pleasure.
Sean couldnt contain his very male, very satisfied grin.
Wed better run for it, Carly said as a drop of rain hit her on the nose.
He licked it off, and while that turned to another hot, long, wet kiss, something was different in the heat and hunger streaking through his belly. It was deeper, more powerful. Heart-wrenching.
Which bothered him. This was not to have been deep or powerful. Definitely not to have been heart-wrenching. He didnt want her in his system. But he was beginning to understand that getting her out would be impossible. She was in his heart, and quite possibly there to stay.
Hed think of this later, much later. Right now he wanted to bask in the afterglow.
And maybe get some more. Lets make a run for it.
By the time they climbed the bluff, the clouds were coming together with ferocious cracks of thunder, lit by razor-sharp strikes of lightning. The rain fell in earnest, big, fat drops.
Given the desolation and emptiness of the street in front of Sams house, his party had broken up long ago. Drenched yet still exhilarated, Sean and Carly came to Seans car. He searched his pockets.
You found your condoms a lot faster than this, Carly teased as he fumbled for the key.
I was in a much bigger hurry then. There was a streetlight illuminating them, and for the first time in hours he could see her face. Her makeup was smeared, her glasses askance. And her hairit had long ago exploded out of its restraints and out of control. Her clothes looked heavy and cumbersome, especially now that they were getting wetter and wetter.
But her eyes were glowing, her smile was soft and special, and he knew shed never looked more beautiful to him. You look unbelievable, he whispered.
Destroyed, more like, she murmured, brushing a hand over her hair, dropping her gaze from his.
Ravaged, he agreed with a smile, letting her into the car. Bending, slipping his arms around her, he sucked a drop of rain off her bottom lip. I like it.
She went still, staring deeply into his eyes, looking so solemn all of a sudden, so full of sorrow, his heart caught. Whats the matter?
In a move that stirred his heart, she stroked his jaw and sent him a slow smile. Im just remembering this moment. I dont want to forget a thing. Not the way you touch me, the sound of my name on your lips, how you look at me, nothing.
She spoke vehemently, as if what was between them was all over. In my opinion, he said slowly, this is just beginning.
She touched his mouth with her fingers, then kissed his jaw, still looking sad.
They got about a quarter of a mile down the isolated, narrow two-lane road before there was a loud pop.