CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sabrina had known the kiss would be spectacular. She hadn’t known it would consume her.
The instant their mouths met, it was like someone lit a fuse. The fire burned hotter and faster as they devoured each other. Lips, tongue, teeth; hot, sucking kisses flavored with saltwater and coffee. Sabrina’s heart fluttered like a trapped moth in a jar even as she tried to pull herself closer to the man who kissed her.
He was strong, incredibly strong, and he lifted her higher, until her breasts were above water and he could pull her bikini top aside to fasten his mouth on one distended nipple.
Sabrina cried out as she clutched his hair, her head falling back, her legs tightening around his body. Every sweet tug of his mouth on her nipple sent an answering bolt of sensation sizzling down her spine and into her wet center. Her body tightened as fire raced through her nerve endings.
She didn’t care if they were outside, if someone could see them at any minute—she wanted to feel this pleasure and forget everything else for a few hours. She felt wicked, wild. Free.
Mal’s mouth moved up her neck, licking and kissing her skin. “I’ve got to get you in a bed,” he growled.
He started moving, striding out of the water while she clung to him. She thought he might put her down to grab her things. Instead, he kept walking, heading up the beach and toward the house.
“My robe—”
“I’ll buy you another one.” He kissed her and she melted.
She laughed against his lips when he broke the kiss, which he presumably did so he could see where he was going. “You did buy it. It was yours.”
“Then I don’t care what happens to it.”
He took the stairs up to the deck and passed onto the lanai. She thought he’d keep going, carry her into the bedroom. Rather, he took her over to the double chaise and laid her down on it. The sun’s rays streamed into the lanai, caressed the cushions, and warmed them. Mal lowered the head of the chaise until it was flat, and then he reached for her.
Sabrina’s heart skipped as he untied her bikini top. It fell away and he cupped her breasts in both his hands, testing the weight and size of them. Her nipples were hard pink points, and he rubbed his thumbs across them slowly, so slowly she could have screamed.
“Mal… please.”
Goose bumps rose on her skin. He couldn’t help but see them. His gaze was hot as he met hers.
“Are you cold, Sabrina?”
“Cold. Excited.”
He lowered his head. “Me too.”
And then his mouth fastened on one nipple again and tugged until she gasped. Sabrina’s back arched, seeking more of that wonderful pressure. He indulged her, tweaking one nipple with his thumb and forefinger while sucking hard on the other.
When she thought she would die from the pleasure, he switched and did the same again.
“You’re sensitive,” he whispered against her wet skin. “You enjoy this. Wonder what else you’ll enjoy…”
He slipped one broad hand down her body, teased the seam of her bikini bottom before plunging beneath it and gliding a finger into her wetness. Sabrina arched off the chaise, and Mal growled his appreciation.
She thought he might keep stroking her. Instead, he slid down her body and tugged her bottoms off. Then he spread her legs and pushed her knees apart until she was open to him.
“What do you want, Sabrina?”
She stared at him, her pulse throbbing in her throat and ears. What did she want? Him. All of him. She couldn’t speak, could only stare as he lowered his dark head. His eyes never left hers.
“Do you want me to lick you?”
“I… I want everything.”
Because it was true, and because she didn’t know how to say anything else. How to compartmentalize it into steps.
Mal chuckled. And then he settled himself between her legs and touched his tongue to her slick flesh. He didn’t take his eyes from hers, and Sabrina sucked in a hot breath. Her sex tingled and ached, and dark desire flooded her system as he licked around her clit. Maddeningly around her clit.
Then he parted her with his thumbs and pressed the tip of his tongue right where she wanted it. Right up against the bundle of nerves that ached for his touch. Lightning streaked through her, sizzled into her toes, her fingers. She cried out and would have jerked away from him, but he held her hard and licked her again.
Pleasure crashed down on her in waves. Her head dropped to the chaise, and her hips lifted, seeking more of that magic tongue. Mal sucked her clit the way he’d sucked on her nipples, and her body tightened painfully.
She couldn’t remember the last time it had felt this good, the last time a man had really paid attention to what turned her on when he was doing it. Some men dived in and did whatever they thought worked. Few paid attention to what really elicited a response.
Maybe it was the nature of this encounter—sex with a stranger, sex outdoors, sex for the sake of sex—that turned her on the most. Whatever it was, she wanted more.
Mal kept her legs parted wide with his shoulders—and then he inserted a finger inside her while he sucked her clit.
Sabrina’s body rippled with the start of a powerful orgasm. But Mal didn’t let her come. Instead, he dragged his tongue along her belly, back up to her breasts, where he licked her nipples while slowly working one long finger in and out of her body.
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Sabrina reached for him, grasping him through his wet underwear. Mal hissed as she got her fingers around his cock and squeezed. He was hot and hard, and she wanted to touch him without anything between them. Somehow, she managed to push him away enough that she could grasp his waistband and tug the briefs down his thighs. When his cock sprang free, she wrapped her fingers around it.
“Let me taste you.”
She had to have him in her mouth. Now.
He let her push him back on the cushion, though his fingers still toyed with her. His thumb circled her clit slowly, deliberately, and she slid down his body until he couldn’t reach her anymore. Sabrina opened her mouth and took him inside without any teasing or buildup.
Mal gasped, his back arching, his hands curling into fists on the cushion. Sabrina would have laughed, but that was impossible at the moment.
Touché, Magic Mal.
Sabrina slid her fist up and down as she licked him. He tasted like saltwater at first. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, ran the flat over his slit, then took as much of him as she could manage into her mouth.
“Sabrina,” he choked. “God.”
Heat and need inundated her at the sounds he made. Her core flooded with wetness, aching and swelling for his touch. She’d never been so turned on or so ready to abandon herself to whatever came next.
Mal grasped her beneath her shoulders and tugged her up and away, then smoothly rolled her over until his body pressed her deep into the chaise. His green eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he was lifting away and reaching for the table sitting beside the chair.
She felt a moment of something very like embarrassment when he pulled out a condom. Clearly, he’d used condoms on his lanai before. On this chaise.
She hadn’t thought she was the only woman he’d brought here, though she’d wanted the illusion of it being something special for a little while longer.
He must have noticed something in her reaction, because he stilled. And then he skimmed her cheek before putting his fingers beneath her chin and forcing her to look at him. She couldn’t hide from those eyes.
“Too fast for you?”
She swallowed. “I… no. It’s nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Her gaze dropped. “You had condoms in the table. It’s not a typical place to keep them.”
It took him a moment to answer. “I’ve never brought another woman here, Sabrina. I’m not in Bridle Beach that often. I used to let my brother stay when he was visiting our parents. Neither one of us liked choosing which parent to stay with…” He sighed. “I knew the condoms were there, but I didn’t put them there.”
If the ground could open up and swallow her, that would be good. She’d made him think of his brother, and that wasn’t a good thing at this very moment.
“I’m sorry.” She put her hands on his face, stroked his jaw. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not like I have the right to know what you’ve done in your own house—”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you have the right.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “I want you, Sabrina. I want you pretty badly. And I need you to be with me on this journey. Not wishing you’d never started down this road.”
Her heart was full suddenly. So many thoughts and feelings that she thought she might burst trying to process them all. Malcolm Hughes was thrilling and hot, and yet he was vulnerable and honorable too. She’d never met anyone like him in her life.
And she wanted, very much, to be with him. To put aside doubt and fear and be in the moment. It wasn’t an easy thing to do for her, not after what had happened with Brian. Somehow, she had to. Had to do it now or she’d never let herself go again. Never let herself trust.
Sabrina slipped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me, Mal. Please kiss me.”