Finding You (Finding You Series Book 1) (15 page)

“Really?” His eyebrows rose with interest, mouth trying to suppress a chuckle.

I waved my hand around to clarify my statement. “The heat from all the people in here.”

He leaned in to me, nipping my ear. “Oh, because for a second there I thought you meant it was my body heat affecting you.” Pulling some hair away from my neck he kissed me down to my collarbone, bringing goose-bumps to my skin from the water that had cooled his lips.

I couldn’t help but lean into him and let a mew leave my lips. My neck was incredibly sensitive, as if all my nerve endings were amassed in that one spot.

We heard someone clear their throat and Kyle pulled away, winking at me as the waiter stood before us with our meals.

I was grateful for the distraction because at that point, my body wanted to straddle Kyle and give in to the lust I could feel building.

We both dug into our food, not talking, which suited me fine. It gave me something to do with my hands and mouth and even that thought had me closing my eyes to contemplate what I really wanted to do with my hands and mouth.

God! What was happening to me? Was I turning into some sex-starved nymph? It wasn’t like I’d never had sex but I simply didn’t class what had happened between John and I as sex. It had been more like torture. Shit. I really needed to get out of my own head.

After we’d mopped up the last fragments of food with a bread roll that had been placed on a side plate, Kyle made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“Come back to my hut and spend the night.” It wasn’t a question but more of a plead. I hated to see men beg. Plus, I’d never been to his hut. It would give me a glimpse inside his world.

“I was wondering when you’d offer. You know you can tell a lot about a man by the state of his home.”

“You’ll have to let me know what you can tell about me then.” There was a gleam in his eyes as we exited the club and climbed into a waiting cab which sped us back to the resort.

Stepping across the threshold, I was surprised. There were a few discarded items of clothing scattered here and there but it really wasn’t as bad as I’d conjured up. The hut itself was a carbon copy of mine with slightly different furniture. It looked as if Kyle was still living out of his suitcase, and given his profession, I’d say he’d had plenty of practice at it.

Taken off guard, I was whisked off my feet like a new bride. Kyle carried me over to the bed and eased me down, falling on top of me. We had some unfinished business to tend to that had been percolating all evening.

Kyle’s expression became serious. “We don’t have to do this, you know. If you’re not ready.”

The honest truth was, I was ready. I wanted him fully. We would be separated the day after tomorrow and I didn’t want to leave without letting him know how I felt. I needed to show him and more than anything I needed him to show me.

“I want to.”

He smiled. “In that case, where were we?’ His mouth sought out my erogenous zone below my ear.

A manic longing drove into me hard. My back arched upward, eyes closed, fingers clasping the bed sheets.

“Let me pleasure you first. I want to give to you all that I have. Tonight is your night.” As much as I wanted to return the favor and give to him as well, who could argue? This man was prepared to pleasure me in ways I’d only read about in women’s magazines without expecting anything in return. All that needed to be done was lie back and take.

And take I did. His hands found parts of my body that rose to the sensation of his touch. His mouth teased and tickled, nibbled, and sucked. I let myself fall into the abyss.

I opened my vault and gave myself permission to untie the chains that had bound me up to this point, relinquishing suppressed emotional turmoil, heartache, grief, and pain in a flurry of promiscuous, wanton passion. My soul opened up.

He wasted no time undressing me, tossing the clothing aside as if it were nothing more than a hindrance. For a second, my heart stopped as I realized that
all
my scars were bared for him to see but as his mouth and tongue caressed both sides of my neck again and then moved down to where the rise of my breasts began, I let the thought go. Kyle didn’t care about any imperfections. He wasn’t that superficial. He had looked past my skin to see who I truly was.

Combing his prickly hair with my fingers, I squeezed his scalp involuntarily as his moist lips found my hard nipples. They ached gloriously as his teeth grazed each one before he sucked hard, laving his tongue over the ends. I cried out, pushing his head down harder, the sensitivity of the buds bordering on pain. This wasn’t a cruel pain though it was a euphoric pain.

Already I needed release but knew he was only beginning his torturous assault.

Kyle looked up at me through hooded eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m more than okay. I want you.” It fell out of my open mouth without care, driven by a need that possessed me.

His restraint was very gallant. The pleasure I received excelled anything previous.

“Not yet. I want to give you this as a token of my affection. When we’re apart, know that I gave you all I had and wanted nothing in return.”

I bit my lip as his fingers worked their magic, stroking a path over my stomach, stopping just short of my small mound of pubic hair that I had managed to trim the day before. My toes curled in expectation.

Every nerve ending came alive at his touch, prickling my skin as the soft pads of his fingers caressed my navel. His tongue followed suit, licking a path of mass destruction from one hip bone to the other, teasing me. I clenched his head, eliciting a groan from Kyle. It was a sound I was becoming addicted to. I loved the affect I had on him and in turn the vibration of his throaty growl on my skin released my own moan.

He lifted his head to lock eyes with me and in that moment, as his face painted a picture of pure lust, I was gone. Essentially in the moment, my ability to think coherently about anything else was eradicated.

I must have looked feral with my bed hair from thrashing my head around at his ministrations and the look of hunger I gave him because he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, closing his eyes and then hitting his target spot on with his sensuous lips.

I didn’t know what came out of my throat as it was a noise I’d never made before but it was ripped out of me when his tongue found my core. I opened to him, desperately needing more of what he was offering as I rocked my hips in time with his lapping at my folds.

“Ahh, yes. Kyle! That feels so amazing. Don’t stop!” I snarled as a wave of pleasure swirled deep inside.

His index finger gently pushed inside me searching out my sweet spot, nearly bringing me to the brink already. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

“Mmm, beautiful, you’re so responsive to me. I love that. I’ve barely started on you and I can feel you quivering. And…” he stalled as he took another swipe with his tongue, pulling my sensitive folds with his lips, “you taste better than any world-class dessert I’ve ever had.”

That could have been my undoing and nearly was until a second finger was inserted, touching a spot inside bundled with nerves. I actually screamed. Yes, screamed! I never thought I would scream with pleasure. Ever. But here I was spread-eagled and vulnerable, letting this man pull such primal sensations from me.

“Baby, I want to hear you come.” I could tell he was enjoying this nearly as much as I was. Nearly.

Come is exactly what I did. A rush of delicious, explosive convulsions seized me, sending wave after wave of spasms through my body and onto his fingers. The sensations clawed their way out and down my legs, causing my toes to curl. I pushed his head into me harder to drag out more of my orgasm, my head thrown back wildly. I’m not sure where I went as I kept on convulsing but it was a place I’d never been before. A hazy, almost drugged state where nothing except pleasure existed. A possession of my body, mind and soul.

“Yeah, that’s it. You feel so hot and wet.” Even after I collapsed, his fingers stayed inside until the throbbing waned. His lips left my core, kissing a trail back up, pausing on my rock hard nipples to drag more contractions from me. It was almost too much for me to bear as I slowly returned from my euphoria to find Kyle inches from my face, eyes glazed, mouth swollen, cheeks flushed.

“Hey.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as a grin lit his face.

“Mmm. Hey yourself.” I crooned, still half delirious, pulling his mouth to mine, tasting myself on him when his tongue filled my mouth.

There wasn’t an inch of my body that didn’t feel him. In fact, the hardness that drove into my groin told me that he was still yet to find his release. It had all been about me.

“Kyle, you’re still hard. I mean you haven’t…”

“Shh. It’s okay. Just sleep, baby. I’m fine.”

He curled into me, mouth open, breath hot, but he made no move to instigate his own release. My body felt boneless and it wasn’t long before I was out like a light, draped in my own flesh and blood blanket.

Chapter Eleven

Kyle