Beach Reads Box Set

by Madden-Mills, Ilsa

  “You almost never say what I’m expecting you to, you know that?”

  I shrugged and nuzzled my face into her neck before touching my lips to the shell of her ear.

  “Fine by me. As long as what I actually say is better.”

  She shivered and then touched her lips to my cheek. Sauntering toward the door, she looked over her shoulder as soon as her small body lined up with the frame. “You haven’t failed me yet.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Georgia

  I slowly opened my eyes as Kline lifted me off the couch, cradling me close to his chest. I must’ve fallen asleep halfway through the movie. Only two glasses of wine deep, I hadn’t been drunk, just a delicious mix of relaxed and sleepy—sated from resting by the fire and cozy from being wrapped up in his arms.

  His eyes met mine as we moved down the hall, toward the bedroom. “I figured you’d want to be somewhere a little more comfortable than the couch.” He gently set me on the mattress, pulling the covers back and tucking me in. After a soft kiss to my forehead, he whispered, “Go back to sleep, baby.”

  I watched him move around the bedroom—charging his phone, sliding off his jeans, shrugging out of his shirt, and turning off the lights. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to how amazing Kline looked in just his boxer briefs. It should have been an offense to let a man who looked like that walk around without clothes. But I wasn’t complaining.

  If he is a crime, then by God, get the handcuffs ready, because there is no way I can resist him.

  He slid into the bed beside me, oblivious to my awakened state and ogling thoughts.

  Tonight had been so perfect. He was perfect—sexy, kind, funny, and so very sweet. He made me want things I’d spent a lot of time wondering if I’d ever have.

  Under the covers, I slid toward him, moving my body on top of his.

  His eyes popped open.

  “Hi,” I whispered.

  “Hi.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me close.

  “I didn’t really feel like sleeping.” I brushed my nose against his.

  “And what is it you feel like doing?”

  I shrugged my shoulders as my lips nibbled along his neck. Kissing a path back to his mouth, I bit his bottom lip and then licked across the plump skin to soothe it better.

  He groaned, gripping my hips and flipping me to my back. His mouth locked with mine as he kissed me, long and slow and deep—so deliciously deep. I gripped the strands of hair resting at the nape of his neck. I swallowed his breaths and savored the taste of him.

  My body was getting more riled, almost restless, with each heady second that passed.

  He pushed my tank top up and over my chest, grabbing my breasts. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing the peak with his tongue, until switching to the other and repeating the same delectable torture.

  The pulsing ache between my legs was proof of how badly I wanted Kline.

  And God, I wanted to feel him, all of him.

  His mouth found mine again. “Tell me what you want.” Our tongues danced. “I’ll give you anything.”

  “I want you inside of me,” I moaned against his lips. “I want it so badly.” The need burned in a way it never had before—in a way I knew couldn’t be otherwise extinguished.

  His eyes met mine, searching. “You know I’ll wait, right? I’ll wait until you know you’re really ready. There’s no rush.”

  A tiny, self-doubting voice crept in. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

  “Are you kidding?” A soft laugh escaped his lips. “Baby, I’m losing my mind over the idea of feeling you come on my cock. I’d say that’s quite obvious.” He playfully rubbed the proof against my thigh, spurring a giggle from my lips.

  “But I’m not rushing you.” He cupped my cheek, eyes tender. “You hold the power. You decide when it’s right.”

  My hands found their way into his hair again, grasping the strands and pulling his face to mine. I kissed him like I’d never kissed him before. My mouth plundered his lips and tongue, taking what they wanted. I was out of my mind with feelings for this man. I had just told him I wanted to have sex, and he’d done the opposite of what I’d expected. He slowed us down, trying to make sure I was making the right decision for myself.

  I didn’t need time to think, because Kline was right. He was all of the rights.

  And I wanted to give him another part of myself.

  “I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to where I was desperate for him. He settled between my thighs, his hardened cock pressing against me.

  My body shook in anticipation. This moment was why I had waited so long to take this step. I wasn’t naïve, expecting my first time to be beside a fire or surrounded by rose petals on a bed. I wasn’t expecting cheesy lines of undying devotion or an engagement ring. I just wanted to make sure it was meaningful, that it was with someone I trusted, someone I cared about. And most importantly, I needed it to be someone who cared about me too, who wouldn’t intentionally hurt me—not just physically, but emotionally as well.

  Everyone had their own views on sex. Some people could have sex for the pure act itself. They could savor spending the night with a gorgeous stranger and have no lingering doubts or feelings nagging them the next day.

  I had always been able to leave my emotions at the door when it came to an oral exchange. But when it came to full-on penis penetration, home run sex, I knew I couldn’t approach it with that same mindset.

  To me, intercourse was more intimate than oral. There was something about looking directly into a person’s eyes while your bodies became one. I knew that type of sex had to be something more than just physical for me.

  I trusted Kline so much, and I’d come to do it quickly. But I felt the way he cared about me with every kiss, every smile, every lingering touch. With him, it wouldn’t just be sex. He was more than that to me. I truly cared about him. My feelings for him ran deeper than I was ready to admit. The intensity and depth of those feelings had awareness hitting me like a wrecking ball.

  My heart was on the line here, and I had just realized how much I could lose.

  Fear drowned my mind, spilling into my eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, assessing the uncertainty on my face, acutely in tune with my wavering thoughts.

  “I’m scared,” I admitted.

  He stared deep into my eyes. “There’s nothing to be scared of, Georgie. I’d never pressure you into doing something you’re not ready for.”

  I wiped the worry from his brow. “I know that. Believe me, I know that.”

  “Tell me what you’re scared of.” His eyes were so earnest. “I’ll do everything I can to fix it.”

  This guy. I swallowed around my heart in my throat.

  “I’m scared because…it’s so intense.” I fumbled to find the right words. “I just…I feel like I’m falling too fast with you. It’s scary as hell. I can’t ignore the fear that, one day, I’ll wake up and things will have ended badly between us. I don’t want to associate you with hurt in the end.”

  He cupped my face, gazing down at me. “No matter what happens, baby, it will always be a good hurt for me. You make me feel alive. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure it’s the same goddamn experience for you.”

  That look. There was a gentleness in his eyes that let me know I wasn’t the only one falling.

  This wasn’t going to be just about sex for him either. This was more. He and I were going places, and his look said, “I’m falling too.”

  And that look was why I reached for the nightstand to pull a condom from the drawer. The empty drawer.

  His eyes followed me the whole way; I could feel them, but when I turned back to him, they were slightly pinched together.

  “I thought there’d be condoms.”

  He laughed a little, just enough to ease the tension and make me start
to smile.

  “There aren’t any condoms in the drawer.”

  “Obviously,” I replied.

  He smirked and rubbed at the skin of my waist. “I’ve never brought a woman here.”

  A comforting statement to all, but somehow I managed to turn it on its head, panicking slightly, thinking that things were going to come to a very abrupt stop. I didn’t want them to. I was ready now.

  “Please tell me you have condoms somewhere.”

  He smiled fully at that. “In my bag.”

  I shoved him off and jumped off the bed before running to his bag and rummaging through it without remorse. When the foil of the package met my fingertips, I took off in reverse, shoving him aside, resuming my position, and pulling him back on top of me.

  He shook with silent amusement as he grabbed the condom out of my hand, setting it on the bed beside my hip. But his mirth transformed quickly to heat as he moved his hands to my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs, pressing kisses down my body in their wake.

  He removed his briefs, his thick erection popping free.

  My eyes went wide for a beat, distressed by the size of him. It was one thing to take a cock of that magnitude in my mouth, but it was a whole other ballgame when that cock was going to be the first to slide into home. “Not gonna lie, I wish you were smaller,” I blurted out before I could take it back.

  Kline stopped mid-kiss, and his forehead fell to my abdomen as a few chuckles escaped his lips. I could feel his smile against my flesh. “No can do, Benny girl. I’m Big-dicked Brooks.”

  I stilled. “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing.” He laughed softly into my skin, his tongue sneaking out and licking around my belly button.

  “Did you just say Big-dicked Brooks?”

  “Huh?” He peeked up at me, amusement on his lips and his eyes feigning confusion.

  My nose scrunched up. “Where did you hear that?”

  “I can’t recall the exact moment.” He shrugged, playfully biting my hip. “But I really did appreciate the sentiment.” Goosebumps dotted my skin as he slid his hand up my thigh, slipping his finger inside of me. “God, you’re wet and I haven’t even started with you yet.”

  A hot flush crawled up my neck, my lips parting on a sweet sigh when his thumb circled my clit.

  God, if he promised to keep doing that, I’d call him Big-dicked Brooks any time he wanted.

  “Remember when I had my mouth on you? How good it felt? How hard you came?” He licked my inner thigh while his fingers continued working me over. “In my bed, when I sucked on your pussy until you were begging me to let you come. At the pool when I had you spread so wide and my mouth devoured you even though anyone could have walked in and seen us. They could have seen my face between your legs while your tits bounced with each gasping breath that fell from your pretty lips. Remember that, Georgia?” He moved to the other thigh, sucking a soft bruise into my skin. “God, I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you taste. How sexy you look, sound, feel when I make you come. I’m dying to know what you feel like wrapped around me.”

  I was getting so hot, so wet, just from his words alone. As he kissed a slow trail across my pubic bone, my body relaxed—legs opening up and arms falling to the sides.

  “I’m going to make it so good, baby.” His mouth moved to my clit, sucking and licking and caressing me into an orgasm. He didn’t stop until my body quaked and my limbs turned lax and sated.

  “Hey,” he rasped, moving up my body and kissing me.

  I moaned when I tasted my sex on his tongue.

  This enormous sense of relief took hold, wringing the air from my lungs. I was thankful, so very thankful, that I had found him. Thankful that he was taking his time with me, making sure my first time was what I wanted it to be. I hoped he could feel it in my kiss, my touch, that this was more, so much more than I’d ever experienced. He was spinning my world out of its orbit, taking me to places I had never been.

  I watched in rapt attention as he kneeled between my thighs and slid the condom on. He pulled back, pushing his hips forward and pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.

  My eyes found his as he hovered over my body, his hands resting beside my head. His blue eyes glowed in the moonlight, tender and soft.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, deepening our kiss.

  Hips pressed into mine, he started to slip inside of me. The pressure built to the point of pain as he slowly, so very slowly, slid deeper. He didn’t rush, didn’t hurry to claim me, just took his time. He pushed himself a little farther, then stopped to kiss me until my body let go of the tension and relaxed into him.

  My eyes glazed over, overwhelmed by the intensity—not just of the deed itself, but of the feelings that passed between us. Tiny inward gasps accompanied my every breath.

  Once he broke the barrier, pain consumed me and forced an involuntary whimper from my lips. I was sure he could see it on my face.

  His eyes turned remorseful as he caressed my cheek.

  I wanted to remove that look from his face.

  “More, Kline. Don’t stop.” I wanted this. Of course, there was discomfort, but there was also a perfect ache starting to build inside of my core with each small thrust of his hips.

  “God, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect. I’m losing my fucking mind.” His lips found my neck, sucking and licking and placing little bites across my skin. Every word eased an ounce of discomfort. Every kiss, suck, and lick eased two.

  “Baby, move with me,” he encouraged.

  My muscles relaxed and I lifted my legs higher to my sides, allowing him to slide in farther.

  He groaned.

  A hiccupping breath escaped my lungs.

  I needed more. I wanted Kline as deep as he could go. I rolled my hips, pulling him all the way inside of me. We both cried out. The sensations were overwhelming—his cock fully sheathed by my heat, my thighs pressing against his hips.

  I let out a raspy moan, whispering, “God, this feels so good.”

  “Fuck yes it does.” He kissed my jaw, my cheek, the corners of my lips.

  My hips pushed up of their own accord, unconsciously telling him I still needed more. This is what it felt like to want to crawl inside a person—to be a part of them. It made me greedy; every inch he gave just made me want another one even more.

  Kline moved in an easy rhythm, careful of my sensitivity but not lacking in intensity. He started to pick up the pace when I begged him to go deeper, harder, faster. He sucked savagely on my neck, growing uninhibited and frenzied, only to slow down again, finding my mouth and giving me soft, drugging kisses.

  My hands explored his body, moving down his arms, his back, his ass, savoring the flex and strain of his muscles as he thrust.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked, sweeping a few damp strands of hair from my forehead.

  “I’m more than okay.”

  “Fuck, Georgia, you look so perfect like this. Here. Under me.” His eyes turned fierce and determined, like he wanted to make me lose control, completely turn my world on its head.

  My body started to shake as he sped up, only to whimper in taut frustration when he slowed down again.

  “Do you trust me, baby?”

  I didn’t even have to think about the answer.

  “Yes. God, yes. I trust you.”

  “I want to show you how good it can be when there’s no rush.” He kissed me, sucked on my lips, my tongue, stealing every one of my sounds into his mouth and swallowing them greedily.

  And God, I loved his hoarse noises, how he kept telling me how beautiful I was, how good this felt, how hard he was. I loved how he took control and knew the exact way to drive me wild.

  “I want to do this for hours and hours, but fuck, you’re too much. It’s too much.” He shifted his pace—lazy morphing into quick and hungry. “Tell me how good it feels,” he ground out, pressing his face into my neck. His voice was demanding, but he wasn’t chasing my climax
so hard for himself. He was doing it for me.

  All I could do was nod, too consumed with desire to answer. I gripped his ass, my nails digging into the toned flesh.

  “Good, because I’m going to make you feel even better,” he swore. “I’m going to make you lose your fucking mind.”

  He slid out of me, spurring a distraught moan to slip past my lips.

  He gripped my thighs and moved his face between my legs before I could stop him. His mouth consumed me—sucking and licking and tonguing at my pussy until my orgasm started to build at an explosive pace beneath my skin. Warmth spread across my body, a thin sheen of sweat following its lead. Unintelligible words escaped my lips as I started to come.

  “That’s my wild girl. Let me watch you catch fire,” he said, continuing to take me over the edge.

  I squeezed my eyes closed, mouth falling open, body bowing off the bed. I didn’t just come. I screamed, exploded, burst into flames.

  Time. Location. My name. Those things didn’t exist, my senses too consumed by what Kline was doing to me.

  He moved back up the bed, gripping my thigh and pushing my knee to my shoulder, spreading me wide open for his straining cock. He pushed inside of me with ease and started fucking me deep, dragging in and out at the most mind-blowing pace.

  He propped himself up on his hands, staring down at where he moved in me. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

  Moving one hand between us, he rubbed my clit. “I need to feel you come around my cock.”

  “I don’t think I can. It’s too much already.”

  He didn’t let up, determined. “Yeah, baby, you can. Come on my cock.”

  I whimpered.

  “Let go.”

  I was his instrument and he had mastered the skill of making me sing. My body arched into his touch, my hips rocking faster with his. “Kline… I… Oh… God…”

  “Fuck yes, give me one more.” His eyes focused on his hand moving over me, his cock sliding in and out.

  I closed my eyes, my mind drowning in pure sensation.