outline of his body and moved her against him.
He nibbled her lower lip while he positioned her in an intimacy that made her gasp and shiver.
“I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered into her mouth, groaning. “You torment me.”
“Faulkner…!”
“I want you so, Shelly!” He kissed her hungrily. His hands released her hips and slid up to untie her top. It fell to her waist and his hands caressed her while his mouth teased and tormented hers. She felt his fingers teasing her nipples into even harder arousal, and she moaned sharply.
“Come here.”
He caught her against him, rubbing his chest against her breasts in a soft, sweet abrasion that made her cry out. His arms enfolded her and he buried his face in her wet neck, holding her, rocking her in an intimacy she’d shared with no one else.
“You feel of silk and it excites me when I touch you and you make those sharp little noises deep in your throat. Shelly, you want my mouth on your breasts, don’t you?” he whispered, letting his cheek slide down hers until he could reach her mouth.
The thought of it made her body ache. “Yes,” she moaned. “But we can’t!”
“I know. I’d have to lift you out of the water to get to you, and we’d be seen. Shelly…!”
His mouth fastened onto hers and his hands slid down her back, under the bikini briefs. He touched her with slow, deft intimacy. He held her like that, feeling her shiver and moan against his mouth as the intimacy took away all her inhibitions.
But he was too hungry for her. He had to pull back whilehe still could. An unwanted pregnancy was a terrible cost for a few minutes of pleasure.
For her, he thought as he restored her bathing suit to belated decency, it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant at all, after the foreplay. Because she was virginal. Virginal. His head spun wildly at the thought of initiating her into sex, teaching her how to feel and give the ultimate sensual pleasure. But she was young. Too young, and too far away socially and economically.
“Why did you do that?” she asked miserably when he was holding her, soothing her in the heated aftermath.
“For the same reason you didn’t stop me,” he replied quietly. “Because I needed to touch you. Just as you needed to be touched by me.”
“I’m too young and I don’t know anything and there’s Marie…!”
He bent and brushed his mouth softly, softly, over hers. “Open your mouth,” he whispered tenderly. “You know already that I like to touch the inside of it with my tongue while we kiss.”
She moaned. He could have thrown her down on the beach and made love to her in full view of the population and she didn’t think she’d have a protest in her.
He drew back with evident difficulty. His face was drawn and wan as he looked down at her. “There are just too many obstacles,” he said, thinking aloud.
She knew it. Standing in his arms, with her whole body screaming to belong to him, she realized that after the pleasure would come regret, shame, hurt. “Far too many,” she agreed sadly.
He sighed heavily. “You deserve more than a man’s lust.”
She swallowed. “Are you…sure…that’s all it is, Faulkner?” she asked miserably.
His face closed up. He let go of her. “Yes,” he said flatly, ignoring the denial building deep inside him. “An uncontrollable, feverish lust that makes me ashamed. I’m sorry. I genuinely meant to apologize, not to compound the problem.”
“I know.”
“I go mad the instant I touch you.” He laughed coldly. “It’s a quirk of nature. Fate mocking both of us.” He grimaced. “This can’t happen again.”
“I know. It won’t. I was trying to avoid you,” she confessed.
“So was I,” he agreed ruefully. “And you can see where it got us both.”
She flushed, averting her eyes as she remembered with unwanted vividness exactly how intimate they’d become in the water.
“I’ll try to think of it as a reality-based exercise in sex
He nibbled her lower lip while he positioned her in an intimacy that made her gasp and shiver.
“I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered into her mouth, groaning. “You torment me.”
“Faulkner…!”
“I want you so, Shelly!” He kissed her hungrily. His hands released her hips and slid up to untie her top. It fell to her waist and his hands caressed her while his mouth teased and tormented hers. She felt his fingers teasing her nipples into even harder arousal, and she moaned sharply.
“Come here.”
He caught her against him, rubbing his chest against her breasts in a soft, sweet abrasion that made her cry out. His arms enfolded her and he buried his face in her wet neck, holding her, rocking her in an intimacy she’d shared with no one else.
“You feel of silk and it excites me when I touch you and you make those sharp little noises deep in your throat. Shelly, you want my mouth on your breasts, don’t you?” he whispered, letting his cheek slide down hers until he could reach her mouth.
The thought of it made her body ache. “Yes,” she moaned. “But we can’t!”
“I know. I’d have to lift you out of the water to get to you, and we’d be seen. Shelly…!”
His mouth fastened onto hers and his hands slid down her back, under the bikini briefs. He touched her with slow, deft intimacy. He held her like that, feeling her shiver and moan against his mouth as the intimacy took away all her inhibitions.
But he was too hungry for her. He had to pull back whilehe still could. An unwanted pregnancy was a terrible cost for a few minutes of pleasure.
For her, he thought as he restored her bathing suit to belated decency, it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant at all, after the foreplay. Because she was virginal. Virginal. His head spun wildly at the thought of initiating her into sex, teaching her how to feel and give the ultimate sensual pleasure. But she was young. Too young, and too far away socially and economically.
“Why did you do that?” she asked miserably when he was holding her, soothing her in the heated aftermath.
“For the same reason you didn’t stop me,” he replied quietly. “Because I needed to touch you. Just as you needed to be touched by me.”
“I’m too young and I don’t know anything and there’s Marie…!”
He bent and brushed his mouth softly, softly, over hers. “Open your mouth,” he whispered tenderly. “You know already that I like to touch the inside of it with my tongue while we kiss.”
She moaned. He could have thrown her down on the beach and made love to her in full view of the population and she didn’t think she’d have a protest in her.
He drew back with evident difficulty. His face was drawn and wan as he looked down at her. “There are just too many obstacles,” he said, thinking aloud.
She knew it. Standing in his arms, with her whole body screaming to belong to him, she realized that after the pleasure would come regret, shame, hurt. “Far too many,” she agreed sadly.
He sighed heavily. “You deserve more than a man’s lust.”
She swallowed. “Are you…sure…that’s all it is, Faulkner?” she asked miserably.
His face closed up. He let go of her. “Yes,” he said flatly, ignoring the denial building deep inside him. “An uncontrollable, feverish lust that makes me ashamed. I’m sorry. I genuinely meant to apologize, not to compound the problem.”
“I know.”
“I go mad the instant I touch you.” He laughed coldly. “It’s a quirk of nature. Fate mocking both of us.” He grimaced. “This can’t happen again.”
“I know. It won’t. I was trying to avoid you,” she confessed.
“So was I,” he agreed ruefully. “And you can see where it got us both.”
She flushed, averting her eyes as she remembered with unwanted vividness exactly how intimate they’d become in the water.
“I’ll try to think of it as a reality-based exercise in sex
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