She was no young miss who hadn’t seen a man naked.
Maybe she was just nervous. I could fix that. I tipped her head back with my thumbs under her chin. “Mackenzie?”
“Yeah?” she breathed, her voice soft.
“Close your eyes. Let me take control.”
She swallowed hard and did as I asked, her hands balled into tight little fists. “Okay. What now?”
I looked at her for a second, simply enjoying her beauty. Then I did what I’d been dying to do ever since I walked away last night. I kissed her, and this time I didn’t hold myself back. As soon as our lips met, I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and pressed her back against the bed.
We fell on to it, her arms tight around me, and I deepened the kiss. Her tongue touched mine, hesitantly at first, but then she groaned and swirled it around mine. She tasted so fucking good. I’d kissed plenty of girls. I’d had plenty of spring break flings. But this? This one girl?
She felt different.
And it wasn’t because she was famous. Hell, I didn’t give a shit about that. If anything, it made me want to avoid her. The attention being at her side could bring to me wasn’t welcome. I had lots of reasons to avoid cameras, lots of darkness in my past that I didn’t want shared with the world, but I didn’t want to avoid her. I don’t think I could have even if I knew it would end badly.
Her nails dug into the back of my neck, stinging, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. There was no more hesitance or nervousness.
There was just us .
H OLY CRAP.
This was what I’d been waiting for all this time. Austin was the man I’d needed all along to be my first. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so irreparably turned on and needy and hungry all at once. He pulled me closer to his erection, pressing against me where I ached for his touch.
And oh my God, what an erection it was. I could feel his hard length against me, burning me through the flimsy bikini I’d worn for him. I rolled my hips against him, my body quivering at the pleasure the motion shot through me.
He broke off the kiss, his lips moving down my jaw and over my shoulder blade. I moaned and arched my neck, granting him better access. Anything to make him keep going. I wanted to feel his lips all over my skin, burning through me. Claiming me. His hand skimmed down my thigh, then crept up the inside.
I had a feeling that this could be more than sex, if either of us allowed it to be. The hold he had over me was strong. Stronger than I’d expected or even thought was possible. “Austin…” I breathed. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. “Please. I need you.”
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his lips pressed to my pulse. “Tell me to stop now if you’re not.”
I buried my hands in his hair and yanked his head back up to mine. “Yes, I’m sure. Just do it already.”
His mouth smashed down on mine, claiming me without another word. His fingers brushed over my core, and even through the fabric I could feel his touch searing me. When he brushed against my clit, his finger moving in a circular motion, I whimpered in to his mouth and skimmed my fingers down his back. I curved my hands around his butt, holding him in place.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
His other hand cupped my breast, squeezing the aching nipple as he moved his fingers over me. I was strung so tightly I knew, I just knew, I could come with only a few more touches from him. I could feel myself tightening and growing more and more desperate for what he could give me. I arched my back. “ Austin .”
He slid his fingers inside the bikini bottoms, his mouth moving over mine insistently as his finger traced my opening. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, his voice gruff. “So fucking perfect.”
“M-More,” I begged, my legs opening even wider. “God, I need more.”
He grunted and rubbed his thumb over me, fast and hard. I cried out and raked my nails over his back, my head tossing back