“Sean,” she said breathlessly, her voice sounding strangled, even to her.
“Yes?” he asked, as his eyes latched on her hard nipples, which were poking through her lace bra and straining against her thin T-shirt.
“What exactly do you do to naughty girls?”
His mouth turned up in a half smile, and in a rough whisper, he asked, “So you admit it then? Admit that you were a naughty girl?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a kiss. His mouth came down hard, his tongue pushing inside to tangle with hers. Liquid heat pooled between her legs as her tongue joined his, urging him on. Moaning without regard, he kissed her long and seductively, and she savored the taste of his mouth as he drove her beyond the brink of sanity.
He inched away and kissed the side of her neck, lingering there and breathing in her scent. “Christ, girl, you make me crazy,” he murmured low, and when he inched back to see her, his eyes moving over her face, she was astonished by the raw need in his gaze. Turning his attention back to her mouth, he dipped his head and drew her bottom lip between his teeth.
Her heart picked up tempo as Sean pressed against her, widening her legs with his knee as he deepened the kiss. Ignoring the metal rail pressing into her back, she squirmed, aching to run her hands along his body, to finally feel his naked flesh beneath her fingers.
She gave a needy moan and pushed against him hard, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she needed.
“Easy there, sweetheart,” he murmured in a low, barely controlled voice as he lazily gripped her T-shirt and fingered the material—a slow seduction that nearly drove her mad. “No need to rush things,” he added, but the urgency lacing his voice, coupled with his hard-on, belied his emotions. His body was clamoring for attention every bit as much as hers.
He began pulling her shirt out of her jeans, and when he scraped the rough pad of his thumb over her stomach, her entire body pulsed, eager to feel those fingers on her breasts, between her legs.
Restless and edgy, and understanding he was about to push her past her comfort zone, she closed her eyes in sweet agony. “Oh God…”
When she opened her lids, Sean angled his head and looked at her. “Why are you praying, Madison?” he teased. “Not even God can help you tonight. Oh no. Tonight I’m going to be the one solely in charge of your pleasure.” His grin widened and his eyes gleamed when he added, “And your pain.”
He pulled her T-shirt up until he exposed her lacy bra, but when a noise sounded on the beach below, she glanced around and realized just how exposed they were. She felt a flash of nervousness and began second-guessing her decision.
As her heart slammed, she gulped air. “Sean.” With a nod, she gestured toward the beach below. “Someone is down there.”
“So?”
“So they might see us.”
“And…?”
“I’m not an…exhibitionist…” she said, but her words of protest were lost on a moan when Sean slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra.
Making no attempt at discretion, he released the clasp, and when her breasts fell free, an agonized growl ripped from his throat. He pushed the bra up and out of the way as his gaze drank in her exposed breasts. A brisk ocean breeze came out of nowhere and caressed her naked flesh, cooling her scorched body. Sean sucked in air and let it out slowly. The erotic contrast of his hot breath and the cold air tickled her skin and had her nipples tightening in sensual bliss, and she could barely believe how eager she was to feel his mouth wrapped around her hard buds.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, and lightly brushed the outer swell of her breasts, coming perilously close to her nipples but never quite touching.
A murmur of voices rose up to meet her ears but Sean ignored the crowd below. He slipped a hand between their bodies and cupped her hot sex. When her heat poured into his hand, a telltale sign of her excitement, he gave her a knowing grin.
Arching an inquisitive brow, Sean questioned, “So if you’re not an exhibitionist, what are you, then?”
“I’m…” As need consumed her, it became more and more difficult to think. But suddenly the thought of someone watching them had her skin moistening and her pussy clenching, and she couldn’t deny that she found the situation downright scandalous…exciting. Good God, maybe she really was an exhibitionist at heart. And maybe Sean knew her wants and desires better than she did.
“Well?” he asked, clearly refusing to let it drop. “What are you?”
“I don’t know what I am.”
“So if you’ve never tried it, how do you know you won’t like it?”
Still not quite ready to admit that she found the whole scenario a little bit titillating and a whole lot naughty, she clamped her thighs tight and said, “I just know.” Her voice lacked conviction and they both knew it.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care what you believe,” she shot back, but as pleasure raced through her, she couldn’t deny that the thought of getting caught while Sean did delicious things to her body aroused her in ways she’d never thought possible.
“Well then, until I strip away your layers, we’ll never know what you really like, now will we?”
With that he unhooked the button and dipped his fingers into her jeans. Her clit tightened to the point of pain when he lightly swiped his finger over it. Madison’s head fell back and she was sure she was going to orgasm right then and there from that simple touch alone. Sean must have sensed it too.
She heard his throat work as he swallowed, and as he inched her pink lips
