Excerpt
Taken From: "Addicted"
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I began to shiver despite the warm summer air. I knew he would follow me. I felt it in my bones. And when he caught up with me? Then what? My pulse tripped over itself at the thought, whether from panic or excitement I couldn’t be sure, but I wouldn’t be given the chance to find out.
“Jane.”
Never before had the sound of my name seemed so ominous to my ears. That one syllable tumbling from his lips had me shaking anew as I turned to look at him, the small amount of bravado that had driven me out here in the first place gone. His expression was unreadable in the darkness, but his intention was clear. Before I could reply, his mouth was on mine. Hot, searing in its assault. His tongue slid between my lips instantly, as if this wasn’t our first kiss, as if our mouths had met countless times before. And I let him. The sensation was intoxicating, his mouth moving over mine, his hands at my waist making a slow but determined journey up to brush the sides of my breasts. I arched toward him, desperate for this, for him. It was then he pulled away, the abrupt break in contact eliciting a groan of protest on my part.
Reaching for my hand he whispered in my ear, “Follow me.”
I abandoned my heels on the boardwalk and allowed him to lead me to the beach where a rock wall protected the base of the property. He pressed me against it, the cold surface digging into exposed flesh left vulnerable by my sundress. But I didn’t care, because he was touching me again. With his mouth, with his hands. Heat pooled between my thighs and I moaned as his lips left a hot trail down my neck, his thumbs rubbing over the turgid peaks of my breasts straining against the thin fabric of my dress.
He never spoke a word, not even when his hands went around my waist to guide me to a lower section of the wall. Effortlessly lifting me to sit atop it, he pulled me against him until his erection was wedged firmly between my legs. The moist heat of his mouth against my breast sent tremors into the heart of me, the part begging for his touch. I urged my hips toward him, wanton in my pursuit of release from the reaction my body had to the feel of him against me.
His lips returned to my throat. I fought to maintain my composure as he stepped away from me slightly, his hand sliding up my leg, higher and higher until the tip of his finger ran along the lace edge of my thong, pushing under the fabric. I dropped my head back as he stroked me, my hips encouraging further exploration, rubbing against the finger he slid inside of me.
His breath was hot as it fanned against my cheek. “You’re so wet, Jane. I’m going to make you come.”
I groaned at his words. As if I could do anything else but come. His kiss alone had gotten me halfway there, and now that he was touching me…
“Oh, God,” I whispered when his thumb rubbed my clitoris, bringing me right to the edge. But he wouldn’t let me go over. He withdrew his hand instead, hooking the thin straps of my underwear over his fingers.
“Lift your hips, Jane.”
My heart raced at his words. Damn. I let this go too far. I couldn’t possibly do as he suggested. My mind spun about as Stone waited for me to do his bidding. I may have done a lot of things, but I was not the type of girl who would have sex with a near stranger, no matter what spell he cast over me.
Was I? And worse, wasn’t I already?
I withdrew from his embrace, putting some distance between us. Attempting to use my head, to control my body’s reaction. He wouldn’t have it, only tightening his hold on my hips. The only thing more alarming than having him attempting to take the control out of my hands was the fact this only furthered my desire to do the very thing I should resist.
He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue running along my bottom lip in a coaxing tease. “I want to make you come, Jane. But I want to do it with my mouth. Please let me taste you.”
I never said yes. I never said anything at all. This is the kind of reaction that results in your underwear being shoved into a man’s back jeans pocket. I didn’t think about my lack of response, however. It was difficult to think of anything after his mouth was on me.
At the first stroke of his tongue I gasped. Never before had I been taken to a place where I would give this part of myself to a man so readily. But as his tongue slid inside of me I knew this wasn’t just any man. What he was doing was beyond reason, outside of my control. Running my fingers into his hair, I grasped his head against me, holding him where I needed him to be. The edge of the rock wall dug into my ass but I couldn’t care, not when I was on the brink of what I was certain would prove to be the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. When Stone strayed to my clitoris and began to gently suck, I shattered, coming against his mouth, crying out in a manner I would have been embarrassed by if the tremors emanating from my core weren’t so damn mind-numbing.
Returning his lips to mine he kissed me. Deep, drugging kisses bent on stirring me up again. Just as I reached for the waistband of his jeans we heard laughter along the boardwalk. He pulled me further into the shadows, his finger against my lips. When the noise disappeared into the distance, he wrapped his hands around my waist.
“Here,” Stone said, lifting me off the wall. “We’d better be heading back.”
I believe I managed an “okay,” or some such nonsense, and followed him to the boardwalk, amazed at how unaffected he seemed. My emotions were swimming in chaos and he…well, he appeared unfazed. This glimpse into the behavior of Stone would serve as another warning bell. Ultimately, like all the others, I would choose to ignore it.
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