Summer Fling (12 page)

She stretched out with a contented sigh,
tipping her head to the side as he touched his tongue to her skin and kissed up
her neck. He spoke the truth—this must be heaven, she thought, with the crash
of the waves in the air and the tang of salt on her lips. The angel in her head
jumped up and down, trying to get her attention, but the devil put his hand
over her mouth and dragged her away.

Chloe sighed again, with relief this time.
She wanted Garth so badly. To hell with the future. This didn’t mean she was
turning into her mother—she hadn’t declared her love or said this relationship
would last for eternity. Her body yearned for him, hungered for his touch. Why
did it have to be about anything more than pleasure?

He stroked up her thigh and slipped his
hand under her cotton dress, and she sat and drew it up her body. He helped
her, lifted it over her head, and discarded it to one side. Then he grasped his
T-shirt by the back of the neck and tugged it off. She lay down, and he pulled
her against him again, his chest warm against her back.

He traced his fingers over the skin of her
bare stomach, and she shivered deliciously. Kissing her neck and ear, he
murmured something about how soft she was, then took the lobe into his mouth
and sucked it. He continued to draw patterns on her skin for ages, and by the
time he finally moved farther up her ribcage, she ached for a more intimate
touch, arching against him to push her breasts into his hand.

He cupped one, weighed it in his palm, and
stroked his thumb over her nipple. She moaned, and he sighed.

“I need to see you,” he whispered. “Is that
okay?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Taking one of the ties of her bikini top,
he tugged it undone, then released the clip at the back to remove the top. He
shifted so she could roll onto her back. Heat flooded through her at the raw
desire in his eyes. Her nipples swelled, begging for him to taste them, and he
covered one of them with his hot mouth. She clenched a hand in his hair, and closed
her eyes and exclaimed as her nipple tightened to a firm bud under his tongue.
He did the same to the other one, and she began to feel as if she were floating
on the sea, buoyed by desire and need and want.

He ran a finger from her hipbone across her
stomach, above her bikini bottoms, then sat back and gave them a tug. She
slipped them down her legs and discarded them. Her heart pounded, but he looked
at her so appreciatively she felt no self-consciousness, only warmth as she
stretched out, naked under his heated stare.

“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her,
stroked her from thigh to hips, then brushed across the top of her pubic hair,
his big hand cupping her mound. He slid his fingers down into her sensitive
skin, and the way they glided through her soft folds told her she was already
slippery with desire.

He groaned and lifted himself up to look at
her. “Can I taste you?”

Her cheeks warmed, and she nibbled her
bottom lip. “If…if you want to. But you don’t have to…I don’t expect…”

His lips curved, and he lowered his head to
brush them across hers, his fingers continuing their slow, relentless arousal
of her. “Chloe Jackson, I can think of nothing more erotic than sliding my
tongue into you and giving you pleasure. I’ve thought about it since the moment
I met you, imagining what you taste like, what noises you make when you come.”

“Garth!” She whacked him on the arm, cheeks
flaming.

“What?” He chuckled and kissed her hot
skin. “I love that you blush so much around me.”

“You like embarrassing me don’t you?”

“Yep.” He stroked her, his eyes taunting,
hot.

She closed her eyes. “You’re a wicked man.”

“Yep.” He kissed down her neck, lingered
for a moment on her nipples again, then moved along her body.

She lifted her arms so she could cover her
eyes with them and held her breath as his kisses continued to descend. He
brushed her stomach with his lips, and then he shifted between her legs and lay
on the ground. He moved one arm beneath her thigh and rested that hand on her
hip. Placing his other hand on the triangle of curly hair between her legs, he
slid his thumb inside her and brought up moisture to coat her folds. She moaned
as he parted them and blew hot breath on the swollen skin.

And then he slid his tongue right into her.
She cried out at that, and he dug his fingers into her hips as he did it again,
groaning at her sigh of pleasure.

He continued to arouse her with his lips
and tongue, and pushed her legs wider as she gradually relaxed. She abandoned
herself to him, moving her arms above her head and stretching out, completely
his at that moment, her body following his direction, totally under his
command.

When her muscles quivered and tensed, she
placed a hand on his arm and whispered, “Garth,” but he didn’t move away.

He murmured, “Come for me,” and sucked on
the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She gave in and covered her mouth
as everything pulsed and tightened beneath his warm tongue. Small cries escaped
through her fingers, and he growled with appreciation deep in his throat as he
continued to suck until the pulses died away.

She lay there, soft and limp as a bar of
chocolate left in the sun, expecting him to climb on top of her straight away.
Instead, however, he placed soft kisses on her thighs and tasted her skin. He
moved up and traced his tongue around her hipbones, kissed up her ribs, sucked
lightly on her nipples, then covered her mouth with his.

She sighed as he plunged his tongue into
her mouth, and she tasted her own arousal on his lips. When she murmured, he
pulled back and looked down at her. “All right, honey?”

She stirred lazily. “Mm. Thank you.”

He smiled. “My pleasure.”

“It will be.” She tugged on his swim
shorts.

He slid them off and lay next to her. She
caught her breath at the sight of him ready for her, perfectly in proportion
for his magnificent height and breadth. “Wow.”

He laughed at that. “I think that’s the
nicest thing a girl’s ever said to me.”

She giggled and kissed him for a while,
stroking up his body, enjoying his firm muscles beneath her fingertips, the
light scattering of hair on his chest.

At one point, she ran her fingers up his
back and found small, round marks on his skin. He lifted his head as she traced
them, but didn’t say anything. With horror, she understood what they were.
Cigarette burns. He turned and kissed her arm, and she bit her lip to stop
herself exclaiming. He’d gone through hell. It was only fair she showed him a
piece of heaven.

Rising up, she pushed him onto his back and
kissed his throat, his neck, touched her tongue to his Adam’s apple, then
continued down his front. She planted kisses all the way to his hips, moving
her hand around his erection. Revealing the tip, she closed her mouth over it.

“Jesus,” he said vehemently.

She chuckled at his reaction, then
proceeded to arouse him, enjoying his deep groans as she tasted him and filled
her senses with his musky, manly taste and smell. But when she took him deeper
into her mouth, he grasped her upper arms and pulled her away, bringing her up
to lie on top of him.

She looked into his eyes. Why had he
stopped her? He didn’t say anything, just continued to study her face, and she
frowned. Perhaps memories of his dead wife had bothered him. Did he feel
unfaithful to her? Maybe pleasuring a woman was one thing, but actually having
sex felt like betrayal.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “Look, if you don’t
want to do anything, that’s okay.”

He blinked and then gave a short bark of a
laugh. Tightening his arms around her, he flipped her onto her back.

She squealed. “Garth!”

“I was counting to ten.” He kissed her.
“Slowly. I haven’t had sex for a long while, Chloe. I swear you could make me
come just by looking at me.”

Pleasure flooded through her. “Oh.”

“If you’d carried on doing what you were
doing, I’d have lasted maybe another five seconds.”

“Ah.”

He reached for the condom, ripped it out of
the packet and rolled it on. “And I didn’t want that, because I want to make
love to you.”

“I see.”

He moved on top of her and pushed her legs
up. “And you’re so fucking sexy, I’d rather it lasted longer than it took to
put the condom on.”

His words thrilled her, and she held her
breath as he pressed the tip of his erection into her soft folds. He didn’t
enter her though—he lowered himself down and kissed her. “You’re sure about
this?”

His huge frame seemed to dwarf her. Her
mouth watered at his sheer masculinity. “Oh my God, Garth, yes, yes, yes,
please…”

He laughed and moved his hips forward.

She gasped as he slid into her, right
inside, stretching, filling her until she thought she couldn’t take any more,
and still he pushed forward, until his pubic hair brushed against her sensitive
folds.

He stopped moving, eyes glittering in the
moonlight. She tried to kiss him, but he lifted his head, teasing her, watching
her.

She dropped back and raised her arms above
her head, feeling him, thick and hard, all the way up inside her. “You like to
take charge, don’t you?”

 His lips curved. “Sometimes.” He pushed
forward a little more.

She closed her eyes and groaned.

“Too much?”

“No. Just…oh God…” Words failed her.

He pulled back a little, then slid forward
again. “Talk to me Chloe.” He kissed her ear, dipped his tongue into it. He
spoke huskily. “Tell me what you like.” He stroked inside her again.

“Oh, yes. That. Everything.” Perhaps the
sea had flooded the tent and she was drifting away. She didn’t feel cold
though—it was more like floating in melted chocolate, rich and exotic, pleasure
spiking all her nerve endings.

He kissed her, delving his tongue into her
mouth, and slid his arm under her thigh so he could lift her hips and move
inside her even deeper. Deeper? Surely not—he’d filled her to the brim already.
She had no more left to give.

But with every thrust he seemed to go
further, and Chloe swore, hoping the crash of the waves muffled her cries to
the ears of the partygoers up at the house.

Garth groaned at her appreciative sounds
and claimed her mouth once again. He dug his fingers into her hips and ground
himself against her most sensitive spot as he thrust. He overwhelmed her with
his passion, seeming to know exactly where to touch her, how to kiss her so she
spiraled out of control. He filled her senses—she could taste chocolate and
salt on his tongue, smell sun cream and the fresh evening air on his skin. His
deep murmurs in her ear as he told her exactly what he’d like to do to her made
her melt in his arms.

She closed her eyes as her attention
focused in her abdomen, but then he stopped moving, and her tightening muscles
relaxed. She opened her eyes. He watched her, smiling, his eyes half-lidded
with hazy desire.

“Not yet,” he said.

Maybe she should feel insulted that he
wanted to control her arousal, but in all honesty it turned her on so much she
could only lie there and breathe heavily as he brushed his lips against hers.

He lifted himself up onto his hands,
kneeling beneath her, and lowered his lips to her breast, sucking her nipple
into his mouth hard so she cried out with pleasure. He did the same to the
other one, then raised his head, observing her with hot eyes. He moved inside
her. “I want to watch you.”

She would have blushed if her cheeks
weren’t already flushed with passion. “Garth…”

He stroked firmly inside her, grinding
against her mound to arouse her. “Come on me, beautiful.” He caught her hands
in his and pinned them above her head. “Bite your lip in that sexy way you do.”

“Oh…” She couldn’t have moved even if she’d
wanted to. Spreading her legs wider, she gave herself to him, letting him guide
her toward the height of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s it.” He thrust
inside her, deep, so deep, and her muscles clenched around him. Everything
tightened from her thighs to her stomach, focusing gradually on the point where
he ground against her. She squealed at the strength of the orgasm as it swept
over her, powerless to stop it, even though he watched her the whole way.

Only when the ripples finally died down did
she open her eyes to look at him. Pleasure twisted his lips, and he bent to
kiss her, releasing her hands before finally giving into his own climax. He
thrust a few times, then his body stiffened, and she sighed with satisfaction
as his muscles tightened and his hips jerked as he came. The air filled with
his deep groans, and she used her legs to pull him closer to her. She slid her
hands into his hair and brought his head down to hers so she could plunge her
tongue into his mouth and savor his bliss.

They lay like that for a while and let
their breathing slow, enjoying the after-ripples of their climax. Their skin
stuck together in the heat and humidity of the night, and Garth kissed her,
soft, gentle kisses on her lips and cheeks.