Odd. She was no longer chilly.
After placing his beer on the ground, the glass clinking on the concrete, Gavin dropped his legs from the railing. Widening his knees, his smile was slow and deliciously sexy. Emily stepped between his thighs and crawled into his lap. She rested her back against his hard chest, curled the blanket over their bodies, her senses immediately drowning in the raw heat emanating from him.
Gavin pushed her hair away from her shoulder and lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck, his breath hot as he sucked lightly. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, his husky words telling Emily what she already knew. He was about to inhale her. Snaking his hands under her tank top, he ghosted them across her belly, sliding them upward, until he had both breasts cupped in his hands. “You like leaving me hanging, don’t you?”
Butterflies swarmed Emily’s stomach, her body quivering under his touch. “It’s the only control I have over you,” she breathed, her voice shaky. She could almost hear the smile on his face. She could definitely feel his growing erection pressing against her ass.
With his thumbs, he slowly stroked the swell of her breasts. “Do you want me to keep touching you?”
Nipples hard as pearls, Emily arched her back against his chest. She bit her lip as he nipped her shoulder. “We’re going to stay out here?” she asked. Her attention flew to the beach below them where a group of rowdy, apparently drunk teenagers were setting up a bonfire. “They might see us, Gavin.”
“It’s too dark up here. They won’t see anything,” he whispered. His low, primal voice vibrated over her skin as he twirled her nipples. Pinching them lightly, he licked behind her ear and pulled her tank top up over her head, dropping it beside them.
The cool night air danced across Emily’s bare chest. She tried to breathe, tried to think. Words entirely left her mind.
“Now answer my question,” he whispered, running his tongue up her neck. “Do you want me to keep touching you?”
She wanted him. Wanted him desperately. With each feather-light touch, she felt her core tighten, throbbing, begging to have any part of him inside her. Gavin pinched her nipples again, and she let out a soft moan. Desire won the battle of her embarrassment about possibly being caught, shattering any thought of not allowing this to happen. Suddenly hyperaware of her body, her cheeks flushed. “Yes,” she whispered, “I want you to keep touching me.”
“Tell me where you want me to touch you, Emily,” he commanded, his voice caressing her name.
“My *,” she managed to get out.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. Can you repeat that?” he asked in a low growl, his hands grazing the sides of her ribcage.
Dear, God. His fingertips brushed fire against her skin, simmering heat deep within her belly. “My *,” she repeated, trying to keep the undertone of begging from her voice.
“You want me to touch that pretty *?” He hooked his thumbs in her shorts, the hard edge in his tone dripping with carnal need. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she moaned, slightly lifting her ass, as he slipped her shorts and panties past her thighs. With her toes, she yanked them down, the blanket following behind them to the ground. To hell with not begging. She was beyond it at this point. She’d do anything he asked her. “God, Gavin, please. Please touch it.” The words tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, sweet and delicious.
With one hand around her stomach and the other nudging open her thighs, Gavin couldn’t help but groan as Emily whimpered before he’d even touched her. Fuck. She drove him mad. Dismantled him to pieces. He wanted her spread wide. “Put your feet on the edge of the chair.”
Pulse racing wildly and already soaked in anticipation, Emily did as he said. Gently, he pushed two fingers inside of her, and she flung her head back against his shoulder, her arms instinctively flying behind her. She tensed, fighting her fear of being discovered. Quietly moaning, she dug her fingers into his hair, her clawing grip tight as she moved in synch with his strokes. With the sound of the tide ripping in and out in the cool night air, and their breathing picking up pace, Emily shamelessly ground harder against his fingers. Her muscles clenched, drawing them in deeper. Trailing his lips along her shoulder, Gavin dragged his free hand from her stomach, up over the lush swell of her breast, and settled it around her neck. He pushed deeper inside her warmth. Emily’s breath caught as he swirled his thumb in quick circles over her wet clit, his low groans and greedy mouth devouring her flesh, arousing her further.