Chills ran up my spine, my nipples hard under his palms. He pulled down my bra and the cold air hit my exposed tits, a weirdly erotic counterpoint to my fevered skin.
He thumbed my nipples and trailed kisses down my neck, then lowered his head to my chest. I didn’t realize what he was doing until he closed his mouth around one of my nipples.
My eyes flew open in surprise and a strangled moan escaped my mouth as he sucked. I shoved my hands into his hair and tightened my grip as the sucking motion kindled a fire between my thighs.
He pulled away and straightened to look down at me, then slid his hands under the waistband of my jeans. “Tell me to stop, Lilah.”
I closed my eyes with a sigh as his fingers brushed past my clit. “No… oh my god…” I said as he sank his fingers inside my cunt.
“Jesus fuck,” he said. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. So tight.”
I rocked against the heel of his hand, seeking friction on my clit as I leaned into the penetration of his fingers. I was on bliss overload, all the thoughts in my head short-circuiting as one thought moved to the forefront of my mind.
More.
I wanted more. More of this. More of Nolan.
I could almost imagine what it would feel like to fuck him, to feel his dick push into my pussy, and I moved faster as an orgasm built at my center, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Nolan.
“You going to come for me, sweetheart?” His breath was warm against my ear.
“Yes!” There was no stopping it now, not that I wanted to stop it.
“Good,” he said. “I’ve been dying to make you come.”
He stroked my clit with his thumb, moving in fast circles while his fingers plunged in and out of me, and I was a goner.
I came with a cry that was snatched by the wind, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, hanging on as I rode the tremors that rolled through my body like a tidal wave, his fingers working their magic until I fell limp against his chest.
His arms wrapped around me, tightening to hold me close.
Maybe if I’d been more coherent I would have pushed him away, said, “Thanks for the orgasm, you can go now.”
But I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his chest, where for once I could hear the soft thump of his heart instead him hearing mine.
It mingled with the wind, and I let myself sink into the moment: Nolan’s arms a shelter against the biting cold, his lips in my hair as he kissed the top of my head.
“I’m not sure we can get away with this much longer,” he said. “Although I wish we could.”
I knew what he meant. The Jeep had shielded our torrid make-out session from the surfers on the beach, but Rafe and Jude had already been gone a while. They’d be wondering where Nolan was, wondering why neither of us had appeared on the beach, and I wasn’t about to give them any ammunition against me.
I looked up at him. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll cut you.”
He laughed and I hated the way it wound its way through my body, a velvet ribbon of warmth, another chink in my disintegrating armor against him.
“It’ll be our little secret.” His gaze heated as he rubbed his thumb across my lower lip. “The first of many, I hope.”
I was relieved when he bent to kiss me on the lips, then broke away. I didn’t trust myself to say anything because what I wanted to say was, “Yes please,” when what I should have been saying was, “That was fun but fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
He pulled up his wet suit, pushing his arms through the rubbery neoprene, then zipped it up.
And honestly? I was sorry to see his bare chest go.
“You sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” he asked. “You’re going to freeze your ass off.”
“Says the guy about to plunge into frigid waters.”
He grinned and grabbed the last board leaning against the car. “Your call.”