Page 120 of Reckless
The sentence hit me like a strike.
We were close enough that the heat of her through the wind and I noticed her breathing change.
“Okay,” I said.
That got color into her face.
I reached up and slid my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her neck.She leaned into the touch before I kissed her.
That was all I had left in me after that.
No caution.No slow tease to build a fire we had both been standing in for days already.
I kissed her hard.
Her mouth opened instantly under mine.Her hands fisted in the front of my shirt.She moved into me like she’d been holding herself together all night and this was the point where she finally stopped trying.
Yes.
This was what I had wanted all through dinner.The immediate heat of her, the honesty of her body, the way she kissed like she’d rather take than be handled.
She made a low sound into my mouth that nearly finished me right there.
My hand slid from her neck to her waist, under the edge of her sweater, over warm skin.
Kelly gasped and dragged me closer.
I broke the kiss long to get the sweater off her.
“Help me with this,” she said, struggling with the hem.
“You’re tangled.”
“I know I’m tangled.Wind and sweaters have an adversarial relationship.”
I helped her pull it free.She threw it into the sand without taking her eyes off me.
“Better?”
“Much.”
Under it she wore a thin little camisole that did nothing to help my self-control.
I kissed her again, one hand at her waist, the other sliding up her spine until I felt the clasp of her bra beneath the fabric.
“Still okay,” I said against her mouth.
“Yes.”
That made this hotter.
I worked the clasp free with one hand and felt her body react when the straps loosened under the camisole.Her fingers dug into my shoulders.She bit my lower lip hard to make me groan.
“Easy,” she whispered.
She wasn’t wrong.
I dragged the camisole down with the bra and stopped long to look at her.
