Every Time We Touch: A Redeeming Love Novel (Book 5)

by Parker, J. E.

  I tightened my legs, shifting my hips.

  Feeling as though I was burning alive from the inside out, I yanked my lips from his.

  He growled in return, attacking my throat with vigor.

  Arching my neck, I dug my blunt nails into his shoulders, giving him better access. “Kyle,” I cried, squeezing my legs tighter. “Please… I need you.”

  Without pulling his lips from my sensitive flesh, he turned, carrying me back to the shore. Once out of the water, he dropped to his knees and laid me on the sand, blanketing my body with his much bigger one. Hips wedged between my thighs, he pressed his chest against mine, and rocked his pelvis forward, giving me a small taste of the pleasure he would soon deliver.

  Breaking the connection between his lips and my skin, he pulled back and looked down in my eyes. “You sure you want this?” He rocked forward again, emphasizing his point. “We can wait—”

  “No,” I interjected, out of breath and lost to the desire-driven fog that surrounded me. “I am done waiting.”

  My words were the only assurance he needed.

  Climbing to his knees, he continued to stare at me, his hard—not to mention huge—cock jutting out from his drool-worthy body. A shiver raced through me, making my limbs quake as he ran his calloused hands up my inner thighs. His eyes darkened as he wrenched open my legs, spreading them wide, revealing my wet flesh to his need-filled gaze.

  His jaw ticked.

  Indecisiveness flashed across his face.

  “Goddamn, baby,” he mumbled to himself. “I don’t know if I want to taste your virgin pussy again first—” he paused, meeting my gaze “—or fuck it.”

  I dropped my head back onto the sand and closed my eyes. “Kyle,” I whispered his name, feeling as though my heart would explode any second. “I don’t care what you do. Just do something!” Desperation lined my voice. “If you don’t I may—”

  My eyes popped open, and a silent scream tore from my chest when he pressed his tongue to my clit. With my eyes closed, I hadn’t seen him lower his face to my center, and I’d missed the chance needed to prepare myself for the intensity that blazed through me the moment he touched me.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands flying to his head. Grasping his hair, I held him against me as he drew my clit into his mouth and slipped a thick finger deep inside me.

  My hips jerked; my back bowed.

  A choking sound formed deep in my throat when he grazed my sensitive flesh with his teeth, biting, licking, and sucking every inch of my slit until I shook uncontrollably.

  White-hot pleasure consumed me, threatening to tear me apart at the seams.

  I panted as a weight developed between my thighs, radiating up into my lower belly. My orgasm was right there, within reach and I craved—needed—it. “Kyle!” I screamed. “Please, I need to—”

  Having learned my body already and knowing what I needed, he curled his finger deep inside me and flicked his tongue one final time.

  Like magic, I exploded.

  My body convulsed as scream after scream was ripped from my throat while Kyle held down my hips with his strong arms and continued to devour me, prolonging the wave of pleasure I rode.

  Eyes clenched shut, my thighs rippled around his head, the explosion he’d caused still going strong.

  Flash after flash, jolt after jolt.

  The blinding pleasure went on and on.

  Then, God only knows how many seconds later, I crashed, coming down hard.

  Blissed-out and lost to the world around me, I didn’t register the moment Kyle moved his mouth from my center and maneuvered his body over mine, his angry looking cock prodding at my entrance.

  “Carissa,” he said, his tone demanding. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

  When I didn’t comply right away, he lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then, when my sanity returned, I opened my eyes and looked down to the place where his proud cock jutted out from his body.

  Trepidation swamped me.

  That won‘t fit…

  A look of determination spread across his face. “I’ll be easy,” he said, fisting his cock. “Promise, baby.”

  “I know you will,” I whispered, nodding. “I trust you.”

  A myriad of emotions crossed his face, one after the other. “You’ve got no idea what hearing you say that does to me.”

  My chin wobbled as my feelings—my love—for him battered me from the inside out, making my heart swell to the point of bursting. “Tell me...”

  He pulled his eyes from me and teased my slick opening. Shifting the slightest bit forward, my entrance kissed the head of his cock, enticing him to come closer, to dive deeper. Lightly trailing his fingers over my lower belly, he met my gaze once again. “It gives me hope…” His voice was calm despite the chaos that rioted across his features. “Hope that one day you’ll love me the way that I love you.”

  A tear, the first of many, fell.

  Kyle had told me that he was falling in love with me, but I didn’t think that meant he was already there. I’d hoped, but…

  My chest tightened, and my belly dropped to the ground, disappearing into the sand. “You love me?”

  Raising a fisted hand, he tapped the place where his fractured heart laid. “With every ounce of my fucked-up heart and jaded soul.”

  Before I could utter a single word, he pulled his hand from mine, dropped my calves from his shoulders and forced my legs around his hips. His cock dipped the barest inch inside me as he leaned over my body, covering my torso with his.

  I gasped, praying he’d plunge the rest of the way.

  With his confession hanging between us, I was more than ready for him to take the one thing I’d waited to give him.

  After twenty-three years, I’m ready…

  Chest to chest, he rested one hand at the base of my neck while he sunk the other into my hair, wrapping my locks around his fisted hand.

  On the verge of losing my mind, I scraped my nails down his back. “Take me, Kyle,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”

  Releasing my neck, he reached between us, fisting his cock.

  He’d only just begun feeding his thickness into me when reality crashed around me. “Wait,” I squeaked, my voice an octave higher than I intended.

  He froze; his eyes met mine. “You want me to stop?”

  Sweat dripped from his brow.

  I shook my head as much as his unrelenting grip would allow. “I’m not on birth control. Don’t you need to, I mean, shouldn’t you—”

  “I don’t want to wear a goddamn condom, Carissa,” he replied, his voice thick. “Not with you,” he added. “Never with you.”

  I swallowed. “What if I get pregnant?’

  Silence.

  Then, “I’m hoping like hell you do.”

  My mind blanked, and right or wrong, excitement zipped through my veins, flooding my system. “You want a baby?” I paused and took a deep breath. “With me?”

  “A baby? No.”

  My heart broke.

  Swear to all that is holy, it broke… at least, until he continued.

  “I want more than one, Princess. A baby isn’t going to cut it.”

  “Now?”

  He jerked his head down once in affirmation. “I’ve spent over three years waiting for you, fantasizing about the life we’d build together.”

  I’m totally about to cry…

  “For me, this isn’t too soon. But if you want me to wear a jacket or pull out to protect you from getting knocked up so quick, I will. I will always do what you want.”

  My mind reeled.

  Only a single day had passed since Kyle confessed that when Lily died, he lost everything, including what remained of his tattered family.

  The astounding loss had fractured his vulnerable heart, leaving it broken and in disrepair.

  For nearly two decades, he’d floated through life all alone and in desperate need of a family. Though he had his fair share of friends—well, two—i
t wasn’t the same. Hendrix was happily married with two little girls, and although Ty was single, he still had Chase.

  Kyle had no one.

  But laying there on that beach, my back pressed into the sand, I realized that was something I had the power to change. I could give Kyle a family; something he’d confessed on more than one occasion to wanting.

  All I had to do was say two little words.

  Hands shaking, I cupped his face. Eyes locked with his, I raised my head and pressed my lips against his in a gentle kiss. When I pulled back, I took a deep breath. Then, with my heart in my throat, I spoke the words that had the power to change both our lives irrevocably. “No condom.”

  Kyle froze.

  He didn’t move, didn’t speak.

  Didn’t take a single breath.

  Body trembling against mine, he stared down at me, his hope-filled eyes never deviating from my own. “Tell me you love me, Carissa,” he whispered. “Even if it’s a lie, baby, I need...”

  An invisible knife twisted in my belly at both the doubt and pain that filled his words. Fighting back tears, I placed another kiss on his still lips. “I love you, Kyle,” I told him. “Always.”

  His eyes slid closed as he mulled over the words I’d just spoken.

  He thought I was pretending, doing my best to appease him.

  Little did he know, each word was the truth spoken straight from my heart.

  When his eyes opened again, fire blazed in his pupils.

  Running on pure emotion, he pulled his hand from my hair, locked my wrists in his unrelenting grip and raised my arms above my head, holding me captive. He said nothing as he slowly began to push inside me, his touch gentle, his movements slow.

  I gasped when a sharp bite of pain ricocheted through my insides as his cock butted against my barrier.

  Kyle’s biceps bulged as he flexed his arms. “It’s going to hurt, Princess,” he whispered. “I fucking hate it, but it can’t be helped.” He chest expanded, then deflated as he took one rapid breath after another. “But I swear to God, I’ll make it better. I just—”

  “It’s okay,” I interjected, assuring him. “Just do it fast. Please.”

  Releasing the hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock, he grasped my hip, squeezing tightly.

  He gave me no warning before bucking his hips.

  Hard.

  My mouth opened and a gasp broke free from my chest as he destroyed the last of my innocence. Tears leaked from my eyes. “T-that hurt.”

  Lifting his hand from my hip, he stroked my hair. “Breathe, baby,” he cooed, peppering kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “It’ll subside in a minute.”

  I pulled in a breath, then exhaled in relief when the sharp pain receded—just like he said—and a dull ache slid in its place. “I’m okay.” Shocked by how easily my body drew him in, locking him in place, I wiggled my hips, testing the feel of him inside me. Though it still hurt, the promise of something better was there. “You can move.”

  “Thank fucking Christ,” he cursed, his arms shaking. “I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t.”

  Attaching his lips to mine, he slid in and out of me, dragging his hardness against my sensitive flesh. Tongues dancing with one another, I moaned into his mouth as the feeling of being stretched to my limits morphed into something more.

  Kyle pulled back, breaking our kiss. “You good?”

  I nodded, my eyes sliding closed.

  “Good.” His lips once again found my neck. “Because I’m about to show you what I can do.”

  Still buried deep inside me, he released my wrists and lifted my pelvis, tilting it the slightest bit. Moving one of his hands to my center, his thumb found my clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in slow, calculated strokes.

  Pleasure like I’d never known engulfed me.

  Having his mouth between my legs had been mind-blowing, the release he’d given me epic, but this was better.

  So much better.

  “Kyle,” I moaned, digging my nails into his biceps, and lifting my hips to meet his slow, deep thrusts. “Move faster… now.”

  Like always, he did as I asked.

  Or rather demanded.

  He growled as he bucked into me, his thickness hitting a new depth and sending me into a tailspin. “Kyle!” I screamed feeling my legs shake.

  “Keep screaming my name,” he said, rolling his hips back and forth, picking up speed with each thrust. “Keep fucking screaming it.”

  It was a demand I obliged.

  Hands still on my hips, he lifted me higher, thrusted harder.

  Below us, the sand gave away, allowing us to slip deeper into the ground. The granules cut into my back, leaving marks that would mar my skin for days, but I didn’t care. I was so lost in pleasure I could focus on nothing but the way Kyle felt as he filled me, rutting in and out of me with a ferocity I hadn’t imanaged.

  Trying my best to hold on to him as he took me hard, I wrapped my arms around him and again dug my nails into his back, gasping for air. The move only spurred him on, sending him into a mindless frenzy. “Come on my cock, Carissa,” he growled, pounding into me so hard I was certain my brain would be scrambled by the time I reached my climax. “Now, baby.”

  I craned my neck, tilting my head back when he pressed down harder on my clit, increasing the speed of each circular stroke.

  My insides curled, then twisted.

  An orgasm, one which had the strength to rip me apart, rushed through me like a tidal wave.

  Screaming and jerking against him, I came, my spasming pussy clenching his hard cock as he pummeled me, his heavy balls slapping against my bottom.

  Convulsion after convulsion tore through me.

  His entire body tightened as a bead of sweat fell from his forehead, splattering onto my chest. “Fuck!” he bellowed, slamming himself balls deep. Instinct took over as I marked his back with my nails, tightened my legs around him, and sunk my teeth into the meat of his shoulder.

  Wedged deep inside me, his cock swelled, then erupted.

  Pinning me down with his heavy body, he allowed me no movement as his orgasm seized him, bathing my unprotected womb in his come. Desperate for it, my pussy pulled him deeper, greedily accepting every drop of seed he had to offer.

  The orgasm that still roared inside me peaked.

  Blackness crept into my vision, the world around me dulled, and I floated away.

  Then I was gone.

  Up and up I went, flying to a place that only Kyle could send me.

  When I came back to reality, he laid atop me, his heavy body pressed against mine. Face tucked into the side of my neck, he assailed my sweat-slicked skin with kiss after kiss as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, making my heart swell.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” he said, nuzzling his face against me. I gasped when he nipped my neck, marking my skin. “And you’re all mine.”

  My eyes slid closed.

  Chest heaving as I tried to suck in a lungful of much-needed oxygen, I slid my fingers up and down his back, praying he could feel the love I had for him. “Yours,” I whispered in reply. “Only yours.”

  I opened my eyes when he pushed himself to his arms, putting a couple inches of space between his chest and mine. Possession, ownership, and pride all brewed in his eyes. “You’re goddamned right,” he said, brushing a sweaty lock of hair from my face. “And that’s how it’ll always be.”

  His words were one-hundred percent true.

  From that moment on, I would always be his.

  Twenty-Five

  Carissa

  The sun was beginning to set.

  Laying on my side, my head propped on my hand, I moved my gaze from the darkening horizon to Kyle, who kneeled less than ten feet away next to a homemade fire-pit, his face masked in concentration.

  Holding a lighter in one hand and a small fire starter in the other, he used the heel of his hand to rearrange the sand framing the pit before lighting a section of the wax-coa
ted starter. Once it caught fire, he slipped it beneath a mass of dry driftwood; most of which he’d found stacked behind the hut that sat next to the lot where he’d parked the truck earlier.

  Completely mesmerized, I watched as the flames grew, climbing the cone-shaped wooden structure he’d built.

  Feeling him staring at me, I pulled my eyes from the fire and looked in his direction. Just like I’d known, his gaze was glued to me, an unreadable expression on his face. “What?” I asked, unable to withhold the smile that spread across my face.

  He lifted his chin into the air. “Come here,” he demanded, his tone firm.

  I shook my head, defiance dancing in my belly. “How about you come here instead?”

  The Hulk’s lip twitched. “One day I’m going to spank the sass right out of you.”

  I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from either moaning or laughing. Which would have spilled out first, I have no clue. “Is that supposed to be a punishment? Because from where I’m sitting, that sounds an awful lot like a reward instead.”

  Kyle smirked. “Get over here, Carissa. Now, baby. I won’t ask you again.”

  Unable to disobey him any longer, I stood, allowing the oversized shirt I wore—his—to fall to my thighs. Then, with my eyes locked on his, I rounded the fire and came to a stop in front of his kneeling form. “I’m here,” I whispered, unsure of what he wanted. “Now what?”

  Without saying a word, he gripped my hips and pulled me down.

  Maneuvering to a sitting position, he deposited me on his lap, turning me sideways so we could see one another.

  I sighed when he wrapped an arm around my lower back and side while trailing his fingers up and down one of my bare legs. Melting from his touch, I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest.

  “I wish this day didn’t have to end,” I whispered, taking comfort in the sound of his steady heartbeat. “Being out here with you—” I paused and took a small breath “—doing the things we did…”

  Taking hold of my chin, he tilted my face up, forcing my eyes to connect with his. “You like spending time with me?” he asked, intent shining brightly in his irises.

  I nodded. “More than anything.”