I fought to keep my eyes glued to the road as he took one of my nipples between his thumb and finger and rolled it in the most delicious way then moved to the other to do the same. All the while, he kissed my neck, the shell of my ear, and told me how much he wanted me.
When his hand moved to the snap of my jeans, I shifted my hips to allow him access. He didn’t need more than that to drag down the zipper and plunge his hand down the front of my underclothing. His touch was just as skilled there. Not rushed. Not tentative. He worked magic on and around my clit until I was writhing against his hand and begging for more. When he dipped a thick finger inside me, I spread my legs wider.
His finger filled me and worked a spot others had found elusive. I pulled the car over onto a darkened road and turned the engine off. It was all on then.
I undid my seat belt and shifted so my back was on the driver’s door. Between kisses, he yanked my shoes off then we worked together to hastily remove my jeans. Bared before him, he thrust two fingers inside me and began to pump in and out while also pulling my shirt upward and taking one of my small breasts into his mouth.
His teeth teased my nipple. His tongue circled and worshipped. The heat from his breath tickled and brought more pleasure. All the while his hand fucked me, taking me from begging to nearly sobbing with need. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I cried out his name as I came and shuddered around his hand as it gentled inside me.
He withdrew his hand and moved to kiss his way across both of my bared breasts again then down my stomach. His unrushed speed was a sweet torture. I was small, he was strong, the space was tight, but he lifted my legs and positioned his head between them.
When his mouth claimed my core, I couldn’t help but grasp the steering wheel and the back of my seat. His tongue circled and flicked. It plunged and withdrew. Each time I felt he couldn’t excite me more, he found a way to.
When I thought he might send me over the edge for a second time, he raised his head and said, “I have a condom in my back pocket.”
I ran my hand down his back, over his tight still-clothed ass and took my time locating that foil package. I eagerly adjusted our position so I could lower the front of his swim trunks and free his hard cock. I sheathed him and climbed onto his lap.
His kiss mirrored the wild hunger raging within me. He pulled his shirt off over his head. I shed my shirt and bra so we could be as skin-to-skin as the situation allowed.
Hands on my hips, he moved his tip back and forth over my sex while our tongues circled each other, and I whimpered with excitement. I gasped as he thrust upward into me, then deepened our connection with a thrust of my own.
We fit so perfectly I could have wept from the pleasure of it. Our rhythm was slow and sure at first then became less controlled and wilder. Up and down, deeper and harder. It was gloriously freeing and so much better than I’d ever experienced that I didn’t want it to end.
Nothing that intense could last forever. He came just before I did but kept pumping into me as I joined him. As I came back to earth, I slumped against him. He wrapped his arms around me, my head tucked beneath his chin, his heart beat loudly in my ear.
Neither of us spoke. I wondered if it was always like that for him because what we’d shared had changed my thoughts on sex. Once a week would never be enough.
He kissed the top of my head. “So much for taking things slowly with you.”
I tipped my head back so I could meet his gaze. There was a sadness in his eyes I hadn’t expected to see, and it tugged at my heart. In an attempt to make him smile I repeated his earlier question, “Do I look bored?”
He smiled, but not all the way to his eyes. “You matter to me, Jade.”
I brought a hand to the stubble on his chin. “This would be an awkward time to tell me if I didn’t.”
That did have his eyes shining with humor. “That it would be.” He took a deep breath. “I have a hotel room near the beach.”
“I have an apartment about fifteen minutes away.”
He chuckled. “You know what I’m asking.”
“Do I?” I asked, even though I did.
He kissed me again in the most gloriously mind-erasing way, then murmured against my lips, “Do you want to continue this somewhere more private?”
“Duh.”
His expression was priceless.
I joked, “Yeah, I duhed you. Is there anything about what’s going on here that suggests I don’t want it to continue?”
He shook his head. “No. I just didn’t expect you to be so . . . open about it.”
That made me do a quick self-assessment. “Normally I’m not, but a friend of mine told me to relax—just be me and let you be you.”
“I like your friends already.” He ran a hand through my hair then eased me off his lap. “My place or yours—you choose.”
I shimmied my shirt back over my head, tossed my bra in the backseat, then pulled on my jeans again while I considered both options. His was closer. How far did I want to let him into my life? When I glanced his way, he was covered again and relaxed.
I needed the truth, regardless of what it was. “My answer depends on if this visit is all we’ll have or the start of something.” I closed my eyes briefly and looked out the front of the car rather than into his eyes. “I’m okay either way, but if you’re going to fly off tomorrow, I need to know.”
“I can’t stay past a day or two.” His words cut through me. “I want to hide out here with you, but there are things I have to go back and face.”
I nodded without looking at him. “Okay.”
He laid a hand on my thigh. “Don’t say it’s okay when that’s not how you feel.”
I let out an angry breath and turned to him. “What do you want, Kal? If you’re looking for someone who’ll beg you to stay, that’s not me. I’m finally in a good place and I’m building a life I like. If you want to be with me, be with me. If you don’t, that’s fine. I’ll keep living my life and you keep doing you. I’m not looking for games, though.”
“I’m not either.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve thought about you every day since we met.”
I turned in my seat to face him. “I thought about you too. All the time. So much more than I should have so soon after breaking off an engagement.” As my words hung in the silence, I wondered if I wasn’t being too me. Was this level of honesty a relationship builder or killer? I’d certainly never spoken this way to Robert. I’d held back with him. I didn’t want to do that with Kal.
“Want to take a walk on the beach?” he asked.
The sun was going down, and the calming sound of the waves always brought me peace. “I’d love that.”
We drove to a closer beach than the one I’d met him at, parked, and he grabbed his towel from his bag before we headed down a wooden boardwalk to the sand. He laid the towel parallel to the water and we sat side by side.
With his arms resting on his drawn-up knees, he looked out over the waves. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I’ve never not known how to make things right before.”
I was falling hard and fast for a man I didn’t know how to comfort. “When I feel that way, I call my friends.”