think you’re beautiful, and I’ve been thinking about kissing you for weeks.”
I gazed into his eyes, which were close enough to be slightly out of focus. His dark lashes framed his deep blue eyes, which had a ring of silver near the pupil. Tiny freckles dappled his nose. He released the strands of hair from his fingers to cup my jaw.
Instead of kissing my lips, he leaned in and kissed first one cheek, then the other with agonizingly slow movements. Our breaths mingled, but he didn’t kiss my mouth. He moved closer to my ear, his breath tickling my neck, torturing me, building up my desire to crash my mouth to his.
“Kiss me, then.” My voice trembled.
“I am kissing you.” He emphasized his words by pressing his lips against my forehead.
I groaned and shifted to meet his eyes again. Merriment and lust danced behind those dark lashes.
Fuck this.
I reached up to his neck, clutched his hair, and pulled his mouth to mine. He laughed before returning my kiss.
Our inappropriate for public kiss of earlier had nothing on this one. In the privacy of the screened sun hut, I unleashed my pent-up frustration. I moaned like a porn queen, grateful Ama wasn’t home.
His hands left my face, skimming down over my breasts, then settling on my hips, encouraging me to move closer to him. I obliged by straddling his thighs.
Bless long, full skirts.
Settling me on his lap, he took over, controlling the kiss and letting his hands roam my body. I gently pulled at his hair, cupped his face, and dragged my fingers along his scruff before venturing further south to explore his wide shoulders and biceps through the thin linen of his shirt. His body was El Dorado, and I sought his hidden treasure.
Full body contact in humid afternoon air created stickiness and wetness, which had nothing to do with arousal. I could feel sweat glistening on my neck and chest, pooling between my breasts, but didn’t want to stop kissing. Who needed air?
Kai’s broke the kiss as he worked his way down my neck, kissing and licking a path to my collarbone. “Mmm, salty,” he said.
I froze. We were making out like teenagers, and I was sweating like the proverbial whore in church. Sweat plus arousal equaled a sweaty pussy. Swussy. Sexy? Not sexy.
“Sorry. It’s hot.”
North Sea blue flashed at me. “Why are you apologizing?”
“For being sweaty.”
“It’s Ghana. Everyone’s sweaty. Here, lick me.” He offered up his neck.
“Seriously?”
“Come on, you know you want to.”
“Are we doing body shots? Is this spring break?”
He laughed, then licked the corner of his mouth. “I love the way you taste.”
I blinked and my Kegel muscles involuntarily tightened at his words. This man could be my undoing.
I licked him—of course I licked him—on that magical place right below his ear where the corner of his strong jaw jutted out. I could cut steak with his jaw. Maybe I’d try later. For now, I traced my nose along his scruff, inhaling his good sweaty, man smell. When I reached the spot of soft skin below his ear, I darted my tongue out to taste him. He tasted salty, too. I wanted to lick him all over his body, starting at his ear and working my way down, much further down. He could be my personal salt lick.
Kai moaned and rolled his neck further to the side to increase my access. He obviously enjoyed it. I took his lobe between my teeth and lightly bit down. His hands tightened at my waist. I exhaled warm air near his ear as he rocked his hips against me.
Kai was hard. Ger hard. I snickered.
“What?” His eyes slowly opened and met mine.
No way would I tell him what made me laugh.
“Nothing. I giggle when I get excited.”
His side-long look told me he didn’t believe me. With a quickness that startled me, he tickled my sides.
Growing up with two brothers, I assumed I’d lost the receptors for tickling ages ago. Instead, I was more sensitive than typical people who hadn’t grown up being tortured by teasing
I gazed into his eyes, which were close enough to be slightly out of focus. His dark lashes framed his deep blue eyes, which had a ring of silver near the pupil. Tiny freckles dappled his nose. He released the strands of hair from his fingers to cup my jaw.
Instead of kissing my lips, he leaned in and kissed first one cheek, then the other with agonizingly slow movements. Our breaths mingled, but he didn’t kiss my mouth. He moved closer to my ear, his breath tickling my neck, torturing me, building up my desire to crash my mouth to his.
“Kiss me, then.” My voice trembled.
“I am kissing you.” He emphasized his words by pressing his lips against my forehead.
I groaned and shifted to meet his eyes again. Merriment and lust danced behind those dark lashes.
Fuck this.
I reached up to his neck, clutched his hair, and pulled his mouth to mine. He laughed before returning my kiss.
Our inappropriate for public kiss of earlier had nothing on this one. In the privacy of the screened sun hut, I unleashed my pent-up frustration. I moaned like a porn queen, grateful Ama wasn’t home.
His hands left my face, skimming down over my breasts, then settling on my hips, encouraging me to move closer to him. I obliged by straddling his thighs.
Bless long, full skirts.
Settling me on his lap, he took over, controlling the kiss and letting his hands roam my body. I gently pulled at his hair, cupped his face, and dragged my fingers along his scruff before venturing further south to explore his wide shoulders and biceps through the thin linen of his shirt. His body was El Dorado, and I sought his hidden treasure.
Full body contact in humid afternoon air created stickiness and wetness, which had nothing to do with arousal. I could feel sweat glistening on my neck and chest, pooling between my breasts, but didn’t want to stop kissing. Who needed air?
Kai’s broke the kiss as he worked his way down my neck, kissing and licking a path to my collarbone. “Mmm, salty,” he said.
I froze. We were making out like teenagers, and I was sweating like the proverbial whore in church. Sweat plus arousal equaled a sweaty pussy. Swussy. Sexy? Not sexy.
“Sorry. It’s hot.”
North Sea blue flashed at me. “Why are you apologizing?”
“For being sweaty.”
“It’s Ghana. Everyone’s sweaty. Here, lick me.” He offered up his neck.
“Seriously?”
“Come on, you know you want to.”
“Are we doing body shots? Is this spring break?”
He laughed, then licked the corner of his mouth. “I love the way you taste.”
I blinked and my Kegel muscles involuntarily tightened at his words. This man could be my undoing.
I licked him—of course I licked him—on that magical place right below his ear where the corner of his strong jaw jutted out. I could cut steak with his jaw. Maybe I’d try later. For now, I traced my nose along his scruff, inhaling his good sweaty, man smell. When I reached the spot of soft skin below his ear, I darted my tongue out to taste him. He tasted salty, too. I wanted to lick him all over his body, starting at his ear and working my way down, much further down. He could be my personal salt lick.
Kai moaned and rolled his neck further to the side to increase my access. He obviously enjoyed it. I took his lobe between my teeth and lightly bit down. His hands tightened at my waist. I exhaled warm air near his ear as he rocked his hips against me.
Kai was hard. Ger hard. I snickered.
“What?” His eyes slowly opened and met mine.
No way would I tell him what made me laugh.
“Nothing. I giggle when I get excited.”
His side-long look told me he didn’t believe me. With a quickness that startled me, he tickled my sides.
Growing up with two brothers, I assumed I’d lost the receptors for tickling ages ago. Instead, I was more sensitive than typical people who hadn’t grown up being tortured by teasing
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