Hot Island Nights by Sarah Mayberry Page B

could feel her trembling. He knew exactly how excited she was.
    “You like this, Lizzy? If I’d known, I would have come visiting sooner.”
    “I don’t know,” she said before she could stop herself. “I’ve never done it before.”
    His hand tensed on her hip. “You’re kidding.”
    She stared at him, determined not to say another betraying word. He already had too much power over her, she wasn’t about to give him more.
    He laid his cheek flat on her belly and hugged her hips to him. “Poor Lizzy. We’ll have to make up for lost time, then.”
    He pressed a kiss to her mound through the silk of her underwear, then proceeded to torture her with his hands and fingers as he traced the edges of her panties, dropping kisses on her inner thighs, licking here, tasting there, but always avoiding the throbbing, hot place where she craved him the most.
    She clenched and unclenched her hands, fighting the urge to simply lift her hips and thrust herself into his face. He was determined to tease her, and she was determined to withstand his teasing. If it killed her.
    “How you doing up there?” he asked after a while, laughter in his voice.
    “Just fine. You bastard,” she panted.
    He laughed outright and hooked a finger into her waistband. She lifted her hips as he pulled her panties off, the muscles of her belly and thighs tensing as he pushed her legs wide and settled between them. Here again he took his sweet time, looking his fill in the light of the almost-full moon. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hand but she knew that would only amuse him even more.
    “You’re so pretty, Lizzy. I bet you taste good, too,” he said.
    She held on to the blanket for grim life as he lowered his face toward her. She felt his breath against her skin, then she gave a low, deep moan as his tongue lapped against her sex for the first time.
    He laughed against her most tender flesh and licked her again.
    It was incredible. Indescribable. Hot and wet and soft and hard all at once. He settled in, sucking, teasing, using his hands, driving her crazy with each stroke of his tongue.
    She moaned and lifted her hips and drove her fingers into his hair and trembled with her approaching climax. Then he slid a finger inside her and she fell apart, pulsing and crying out and bucking her hips.
    It seemed to last forever, and when it was over, he pressed a kiss to her thigh and undid his jeans and slid inside her while she was still trembling with aftershocks. Incredibly, she felt the excitement begin to build again as he stroked into her, his big body tense above her. As if her pleasure had fed his, he came quickly, his fingers digging into her hips as he shuddered out his release.
    It was only after he’d withdrawn and she was lying boneless and spent on the blanket staring up at the stars that she thought about the fact that they were in his backyard, in the open, where anyone could see them if they cared to look over the fence or walk down the driveway.
    “Bloody Nora,” she said, flipping her skirt down and sitting up to look around in alarm.
    Nathan took one look at her face and started laughing again.
    “It’s not funny. Anyone could have seen us. My God. What if the neighbors have children? We could have scarred them for life!”
    “They’re weekenders, Lizzy. They won’t be down for another few weeks when school holidays start.”
    She shook her head at her own abandon. When she was with Nathan, every other consideration went out the window. It was more than a little scary.
    He rolled close to her, nuzzling her neck.
    “Anyway, I’d be more worried about them hearing us than seeing us. You make a lot of noise, Lizzy.”
    She gasped and hit his shoulder, trying to push him away.
    “I do not!” she said, even though she was well aware she’d practically been howling at the moon not five minutes ago.
    He didn’t let her go. He kept pressing kisses against the soft skin beneath her ear, his tongue darting out