Seaside Sunsets by Melissa Foster Page A

She buried her hands in his hair and he grazed his teeth along her waist, his hard length pressing into her thigh. He moved up her body, positioning his hips over hers, and pressed his erection against her center. He felt so good, so hard, so… Oh Lord . He was sucking on her neck while putting pressure on her damp center with the heat of his arousal. Tingling began in her arms and legs. Something unfamiliar, wicked, and wild coiled deep in her belly, tugging, reaching, teasing, making her swell and ache between her legs. She’d read about these sensations, but she’d never actually felt them. Oh God. Her heartbeat quickened. She was so close. She had to be. This had to be what all the fuss over sex was about. She sensed the titillation of an impending orgasm. Her mouth went dry, numb, and she slammed her eyes shut, wanting it so badly. Wanting this with Jamie. It was just out of reach, making her chest feel icy and hot at the same time. Oh God, she wanted this.  
    Above the waist. Above the waist . Oh good Lord, they were totally clothed below the waist, and she was embarrassingly close to having her first orgasm. His hand slid down her body and grabbed her ass. Ohgodohgodohgod . She sucked in a breath, and he trapped her earlobe in his teeth, as he’d done the other night.
    “How close are you?” he whispered.
    She mewed. Mewed! He knew? She was mortified and even more turned on.
    “Close…I think.”
    He squeezed her ass tighter and gyrated his hips so every inch of him was rubbing against her. Then he sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her hard, demanding, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, in sync to his pelvic thrusts. It was erotic and sensual and so damn hot that she lost all control, and fireworks exploded behind her closed lids. Her muscles clenched and pulsed between her legs, sending heat and lightning through her entire body. Whatever had coiled in her stomach erupted, soaring through her body and out her lungs. He captured her cries in his mouth, holding her tight even as her hips bucked up off the sand. Then he did the most miraculous thing—he breathed for her. In and out, one long breath after another, until she’d eked out every last pulse of the mind-numbing orgasm, and he drew back with the need for air.
    She was panting, embarrassed, and totally and completely taken with this patient and compassionate man who also happened to be sexier than hell and able to turn her world upside down while almost fully clothed. Jessica covered her eyes with her arm. He gently moved her arm aside and kissed her eyelids.
    “Hey,” he whispered. “Don’t hide. You’re stunning, Jess.”
    She clenched her eyes shut. She wished she could disappear, slip beneath the sand and tunnel to the sea. But even from behind closed lids, she sensed his smile and felt the heat of his gaze. She opened her eyes, and he was indeed smiling down at her.
    “Oh God,” she whispered.
    “Stop.” His whisper washed over her, soothing her worry. “You’re beautiful.”
    “But I…” She glanced down at her body. Her breasts were exposed, her shirt tucked up beneath her arms, and he was fully dressed and hard as a rock. “You…”
    “I’m fine.” He clasped her bra, then kissed the skin between her breasts and pulled her shirt down before rolling onto his side beside her, one arm draped over her belly.
    “But I…and you didn’t.”
    “Above the waist, remember?” He kissed her softly.
    “Well, that whole show was below the waist on me.” She turned onto her side, still reeling from how her body reacted to him. “And you nearly turned me inside out.” She grasped for the right thing to say and do. “I can…use my hand.”
    He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “No, babe. I didn’t do that because I wanted payback. I wanted you. Badly. I did what I felt.”
    “Wow, you’re a real giver.” She laughed and buried her face in his shirt. “I’m terribly embarrassed. I’ve never done that, and