touch.
“You have a great ass, Sophie. In fact, your whole body is exquisite.” Lord, does he know what to say to make a girl swoon. I’m putty in his hands.
“You’re trying to distract me again.” My eyes open and I look up at him and suck in my breath. His head hovers above me, his hands touching me the most intimately anyone ever has in my life. And yet it feels so natural.
He takes my breath away.
“Don’t you want to know me too?” His eyes darken with passion as he moves above me, letting his body settle over mine. Skin against skin. Heat, sizzling heat consumes me. He holds his upper body above mine so he can look down at me but still let me feel the size of him, the difference in our bodies. And the proof that he’s just as attracted to me as I am to him.
Holy hell, we’ll never fit.
My eyes close in embarrassment at this intimacy. He’s so hard against me that it ignites something within me I can’t control. I can feel myself getting wet just from him moving up against my bathing suit.
“Open your eyes,” he commands.
I hesitate.
“Now.”
My eyes open and I stare right up at him. His bright blue gaze is penetrating, daring me to hide. Yet while he wants me to bare my soul to him, I know he still holds back from me. The clouds are there, the layers that have to be carefully peeled away. There’s a storm residing in him, something so complicated and dangerous I’m almost scared to touch it.
“I see your innocence,” he says.
“Because you know I don’t have experience.”
“No. It’s not about that. There’s a softness that radiates from every part of you. A genuine sweetness of your soul. It’s all there in your eyes.” He touches my face, gently, almost reverently, when he says this.
“Do you know what I see?” My voice is husky with emotion from the praise he just gave me.
“Definitely not innocence.”
His words make my heart ache for him.
“I see a handsome, complicated man.” I know my words affect him because he actually closes his eyes.
“Open your eyes.” I throw his words back at him.
He does, and for a second I see the sadness there before he leans down to consume me. My legs part for him, allowing him to fit between them, his hardness pressing against me is both exciting and terrifying. His hands move into my hair and he kisses me completely, devouring me. My mouth gladly welcomes the assault and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven from the feeling of pure pleasure I get just by kissing this man. My hands move over his bare shoulders down his back, exploring the perfection that is his body. I feel like I’m touching gold.
Clayton responds to my touch by tearing his mouth away from mine and tracing kisses down my neck, toward my breasts. In a second, my bikini top is pulled down and I have no time to think of embarrassment because his mouth covers my breast and licks and pulls.
“Oh my God.” I can feel a pressure start to build and I want to scream in satisfaction.
“You’re so innocent,” he whispers as he continues to make love to my breasts with his hands and mouth. “So lovely.” My hands move into his hair and I grasp his head, never wanting him to stop. His breath is warm against my skin as he continues the sweet torture. He stops for a moment and looks up at me.
“I want you.”
I can’t breathe. I’m so unnerved by the intensity I hear in his voice that I have to close my eyes against it.
“Sophie. Look at me.”
I do.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I believe him.
Something inside tells me to trust him. I know all the signs lead to playing it slow, getting to know him, but I don’t care. I know we’re both on vacation and we live in two different countries and this could quite possibly become the greatest heartache for me, but there’s a part of me that also thinks it could be the greatest joy. I feel like it’s right. And if I’m honest, I have from the moment I first laid eyes on him.
My hand moves of
“You have a great ass, Sophie. In fact, your whole body is exquisite.” Lord, does he know what to say to make a girl swoon. I’m putty in his hands.
“You’re trying to distract me again.” My eyes open and I look up at him and suck in my breath. His head hovers above me, his hands touching me the most intimately anyone ever has in my life. And yet it feels so natural.
He takes my breath away.
“Don’t you want to know me too?” His eyes darken with passion as he moves above me, letting his body settle over mine. Skin against skin. Heat, sizzling heat consumes me. He holds his upper body above mine so he can look down at me but still let me feel the size of him, the difference in our bodies. And the proof that he’s just as attracted to me as I am to him.
Holy hell, we’ll never fit.
My eyes close in embarrassment at this intimacy. He’s so hard against me that it ignites something within me I can’t control. I can feel myself getting wet just from him moving up against my bathing suit.
“Open your eyes,” he commands.
I hesitate.
“Now.”
My eyes open and I stare right up at him. His bright blue gaze is penetrating, daring me to hide. Yet while he wants me to bare my soul to him, I know he still holds back from me. The clouds are there, the layers that have to be carefully peeled away. There’s a storm residing in him, something so complicated and dangerous I’m almost scared to touch it.
“I see your innocence,” he says.
“Because you know I don’t have experience.”
“No. It’s not about that. There’s a softness that radiates from every part of you. A genuine sweetness of your soul. It’s all there in your eyes.” He touches my face, gently, almost reverently, when he says this.
“Do you know what I see?” My voice is husky with emotion from the praise he just gave me.
“Definitely not innocence.”
His words make my heart ache for him.
“I see a handsome, complicated man.” I know my words affect him because he actually closes his eyes.
“Open your eyes.” I throw his words back at him.
He does, and for a second I see the sadness there before he leans down to consume me. My legs part for him, allowing him to fit between them, his hardness pressing against me is both exciting and terrifying. His hands move into my hair and he kisses me completely, devouring me. My mouth gladly welcomes the assault and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven from the feeling of pure pleasure I get just by kissing this man. My hands move over his bare shoulders down his back, exploring the perfection that is his body. I feel like I’m touching gold.
Clayton responds to my touch by tearing his mouth away from mine and tracing kisses down my neck, toward my breasts. In a second, my bikini top is pulled down and I have no time to think of embarrassment because his mouth covers my breast and licks and pulls.
“Oh my God.” I can feel a pressure start to build and I want to scream in satisfaction.
“You’re so innocent,” he whispers as he continues to make love to my breasts with his hands and mouth. “So lovely.” My hands move into his hair and I grasp his head, never wanting him to stop. His breath is warm against my skin as he continues the sweet torture. He stops for a moment and looks up at me.
“I want you.”
I can’t breathe. I’m so unnerved by the intensity I hear in his voice that I have to close my eyes against it.
“Sophie. Look at me.”
I do.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I believe him.
Something inside tells me to trust him. I know all the signs lead to playing it slow, getting to know him, but I don’t care. I know we’re both on vacation and we live in two different countries and this could quite possibly become the greatest heartache for me, but there’s a part of me that also thinks it could be the greatest joy. I feel like it’s right. And if I’m honest, I have from the moment I first laid eyes on him.
My hand moves of
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