Lust in Translation (Harbour Point SEAL Series Book 1) Page 18

  The thought of neglecting to kiss her is an ache I can’t ignore for another second. I kiss her mouth thoroughly. When I feel her panting, I let my lips fall against her neck for several languid seconds. Kendall’s skin tastes salty sweet—a flavor that has always been an enigma, a dream. I savor the sensation against my mouth as I sink lower, to her navel, her lower stomach, and then end at her panties. Kendall’s hands fist my hair and she pulls gently. The sensation is electric, sending a jolt to my cock.

  Peeking up at her face, I make sure she knows I’m about to take. Her panties are scant lace, and tear a bit as I fist the sides. Kendall’s face can only be described as rapture, she is soaking in everything. When my hands have a good grip on her underwear, I bite the top that folds across her stomach. I lower my body, taking her underwear as I slide down, kneeling.

  Her scent hits me and I want nothing more than to take her right now, claim her as my own, but first impressions count, and that holds true for making love. Slow and steady wins the race. This is the most important race of my life. Pushing on her thighs, I back her onto my bed until she falls down on her back, legs wide open. She’s watching my face expectantly, as I loom over her. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

  “I have some idea,” Kendall replies, hands moving slower. Even those four words look erotic right now. “I want you. I want to be tangled in your thoughts forever,” she signs. Her eyes lower and I drop a kiss on the inside of her leg. Then the other. Kendall raises her hips, seeking me out. I raise one brow and smirk when she looks down at me before lying her head back. Then I attack her pussy. It’s as sweet as I thought it would be. My tongue and fingers work her and there is a brief moment when I wish I could hear the noises she’s making, but I tamp down on the desire because she’s writhing.

  It’s erotic. The skin on her legs has goosebumps. Sweat beads on her pink chest. I can read her in the silence. Kendall’s muscles tense when I separate her folds and slip a finger deep inside. My mouth waters as I swirl the tip of my tongue on her clit, making her pussy even wetter than it was when I first started. She wants my cock. Needs it—is fucking my finger, hips moving up and down. The bare window lets light stream in, all over her body. From my angle, I can see dust motes glimmer in the air above her stomach. Her muscles tense as she thrashes side to side. I ease another finger inside of her and suck her clit at an easy, steady pace.

  When she holds onto my hair, I know she’s coming. Then I feel it. Her pussy gripping my finger in waves. Her mouth opens and her eyes close before she arches her back and cuts my view. I suck once more and rub her g-spot roughly before pulling away to glide up, kneeling between her legs on the bed. Looking down at her, splayed beneath me, light painting her body, and shadows from trees swaying in the breeze jittering on her arm, I see what I’ve gained in losing my hearing. Placing my hands on her knees, I watch her come down from her orgasm. I count her breaths and study the peaks of her rosy nipples. I commit her orgasm to memory so I’ll know when I replicate it. Her cheeks are flushed and I can smell her arousal. It fuels my own. It ratchets it up to an unbearable measure. Taking my cock in my hand, I stroke it up and down, rubbing the precum on the tip against her clit.

  She squirms, swirling her hips, seeking more fulfillment. When her eyes open, and the aqua blue is illuminated by the sun, my chest hurts. I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. Just like this,” I say. My hands slide down to rest on the sides of her waist. “Your skin is so soft. I want to hit the pause button.”

  Kendall presses her lips together to stifle a smile. “I don’t want to hit pause,” she says and signs. I had to ask her to sign twice because I wasn’t familiar with the sign.

  She blinks slowly, sitting up to trail her hands on my biceps. I watch her watch me and I’m transfixed by it. Using two fingers, she trails them up my up to my shoulder muscles and down my pecs. Kendall avoids eye contact in favor of looking at me. Like she can’t believe it’s finally happening. “Are you as happy as I am right now?” I ask.

  She nods, infatuated with her perusal of my body, gaze flicking to every part slowly, taking stock, until she finally ends with her hand on my dick. When it’s firmly in her fist, she moves up and down. Now she meets my gaze. I see a different side of Kendall. One I’ve only dreamed about and finally get to experience.

  “My turn,” she says, slowly licking her lips.

  I think my heart skips a beat or two. My head swims, that’s for sure.

  “You’re about to make my day.”

  She signs. “I’m about to make your life.” Kendall leans over and takes me all the way into her mouth.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  KENDALL

  I’M LIVING IN A porno. One I wrote and directed. Leo is so hot. I know the saying that everyone looks good naked, but this man. This man. Every muscle is sculpted. Even the smaller ones I didn’t know existed until I saw him naked. Maybe it’s because he just gave me an orgasm, but I’m done for. Addicted to the way he makes me feel. I’m floating—crowned queen of some fictional land where only happily ever afters exist.

  The buildup was something I wasn’t sure would ever end. Like maybe we would forever live in the confines of alluring lust that would never see the physicality of what we felt for each other. The small facets of our relationship are messy, but the whole of it is something that feels so right that I can ignore everything else. Not in a naïve kind of way, either. I trust him. With my life. With my heart. With my mind. Leo Callaway will never hurt me and he will always save me. Which is a good thing, because I only want to save him. From the darkness and silence that chain him.

  I spit on the tip of his dick and take him deep into my throat. A finger on his right hand has been tapping my ribcage, almost as if he’s trying to hold back and distract himself—a mindless rhythm. Simply put, I devour the man who just ate me alive. A man whom I’ve been pining after in a timeless fashion. Leo moans as I work my hand and increase the pace. His finger continues tapping, but the other hand is stroking my hair, my neck, the edge of my ear. Licking my way to the top of his shaft, I taste him, the very essence of Leo Callaway. The man. The myth. The cocky asshole who has spent the last six months making me wait for this. His reasons may have been valid, though I knew this day would come. I wasn’t sure how, or what the lasting effects would be after it happened, but I was going to take it even if he didn’t think it was a good idea.

  The best ideas can stem from mistakes. The ones that happen when you’re desperately trying not to do anything wrong and failing miserably at every turn. I can’t find it in me to care about Avery. Or anything else that others might turn and run from when it comes to men. The attraction and desire is a staunch soldier waving a white flag begging to be relieved. Mostly, above anything else, I know Leo and I can overcome anything. Together. I know this because I was married to a man who didn’t invoke these feelings. Didn’t capture my soul and force forever down my throat. You can view a man’s love through his fight. On the outside, Adam did all of the things he was supposed to do, I think. But we both knew this is how it would end. Neither of us can retrieve the lost time we wallowed around in. I will take every moment from here on out, like I’m owed more than what everyone else is given. I’ll live without limits. Without glancing over my shoulder to look at what I’ve left behind. The destruction isn’t mine to worry about. It’s mine to move on from.

  Leo lays both of his hands on my shoulder blades. Over the noises of my lips sliding around his cock, I hear him release a feral growl from deep in his chest. “If you want to fuck, you need to stop what you’re doing right now.” His tone is fierce. An order. Everything below my waist tingles with need. “I’m going to come.”

  I lean up and meet his gorgeous gaze so filled with need. And love. I can’t stand it. He brings his hand up to my face and wipes spit off my bottom lip with his thumb. His grin is electric as he brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks. Pressing my lips together, I let the silent moment linger. We
’re just breaths and lust. Two people without a world to live in because we’re infatuated with the orb of space we’re currently existing inside of.

  I say the three little words slowly so I’m certain he’s read my lips. Biting his bottom lip, he stifles a smile. I let my hand trail over his chiseled chest and down to his dick. It’s hard. “Are you saying that because you want my cock?” Leo says, tilting his head to the side—coy. So goddamn beautiful it makes my heart throb.

  “If I was?” I sign, releasing him. Leo winces.

  “I hate that you have to let go to talk to me.”

  Again, I stroke him slowly, and he reaches between my thighs and rubs me at the same pace. Leo’s head falls back. “Let’s just talk like this instead.”

  I smile in agreeance and let my eyes close to sensations floating inside my body. When I’m on the brink of another orgasm, I grab his wrist to stop him and pull my hand away. “Now,” I say, when I have his attention. He twists around to fish a condom out of his nightstand, and I’m graced with the stunning view of his backside—the tight flesh-covered muscle reminds me of a statue, a perfect specimen. His body might have unnerved me in the past, after spending years pining for the man. It feels like we’re finally on a level playing field. We had to go through all kinds of shit to come together. He hops back on the bed while tearing the foil open with his teeth. I see the grin behind it, and I want to eat him alive. All negative thoughts float away with that one grin. Everything else can wait.

  Leo grabs his cock and slides the condom on in a painfully slow gesture that leaves me panting, my mouth watering, my core throbbing with the need to be filled. “What do you want to do now?” he asks, casually flopping down on the bed next to me, folding his hands behind his head. With his steely erection, it looks anything but funny, which is what he’s going for.

  “There is only one right answer here,” I say and sign.

  He nods. “Ding. Ding. Ding. You win the prize, Kendall.” My name on his lips makes my stomach flip. “You lead. That way I won’t come too quickly.”

  I exude mock outrage. “Are you trying to say I don’t have sex skills?”

  He grins wildly. “Maybe. Better give it your all.”

  “I’m not a child. You can’t use reverse psychology on me,” I sign, moving toward him on my knees. I straddle his legs, a knee on each side of his thighs.

  Leo presses his lips together to stifle a smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Especially not when a naked woman is on top of me. Lady’s choice. Tell me how you want it. How have you dreamed of this happening for the first time?”

  Narrowing my eyes, I say, “Awful presumptuous of you to assume I’ve been dreaming of having sex with you.”

  He quirks one brow. “Is it?”

  I deflate. “Fine. Maybe I have dreamed about it. Envisioned how it would go.”

  “Tell me everything. Sign and speak slowly.”

  Taking a deep breath, I steel my nerves. Somehow signing feels more intimate than actually speaking. Can I get it right? Will he be able to see what I want him to see? Leo places his hands on my hips and strokes up and down slowly, watching his hands. I swallow hard. “All of the times I’ve thought about having sex with you it felt forbidden. It was always in a closet, or in the kitchen pantry, the car, a forest.” Leo smirks, and nods for me to continue.

  “Being here in your bed is sort of the best-case scenario in my dreams.” My whole body feels electric. “Now it really just comes down to positions,” I sign, and then grab him to position him between my thighs. Leo watches, gaze on my hands, his hands tightening on my hip bones. His chest rises and falls faster. When he meets my gaze again, I’m hovering above his hard cock. “I think I want to start here,” I sign, and then slowly sink down onto him. Inch by inch, a slow descent into sheer bliss. The condom’s lubrication helps with the friction, and the fact I haven’t had sex in a long time. He fills me in all ways and I let out a quiet moan when he’s entered me all the way. Laying my hands on his chest, I begin bucking on top of him. Slowly at first, but when I feel his thick girth rubbing against my g-spot, I move quicker, leaning forward to force him to hit me there with each thrust.

  I ride him into another intense orgasm. This time is different, because he’s inside me, and the smokescreen clears. I don’t just love this man. No, it’s beyond all measure of feelings. I hold him deep inside as the waves rock my entire body. Nothing escapes the feeling of pleasure. From the tip of my toes to the hair on my head. When I open my eyes, Leo has that look on his face.

  “I knew I was good, but Kendall. Come on.”

  I offer a weak smile before collapsing on his chest. He lifts me like I don’t weigh anything and pins me beneath his body. “This is how I want to make love to you,” he says, nuzzling my ear. “So I can see you.”

  He moves his hips forward, holding the edge of the condom, and enters me again. It is a swift thrust that echoes in his bedroom. There’s only our breaths and the slapping of skin as he picks up his pace. He kisses me and languidly runs his tongue across my neck. His breaths are warm and his kisses taste familiar. Just as I always suspected they would. I drag my fingers over his shoulders and down his sides to edge him on. His lips find mine and the kiss deepens. Leo watches me, a picturesque version of how every woman on planet Earth wants to be viewed. I’m the only one. His one. His tongue mingles with mine, and the erotic sound leaves me longing for him to share in the sense with me. What would he say? Would he think the noises were just as stunning?

  I know when he’s getting close to release because his lips leave mine and his body moves a little more franticly. Our sweat mingles, and he brushes my hair away from my face and growls into my neck. Leo pulls out of me and glides the condom off at the same time. Kneeling between my thighs, he runs his hand up and down twice more and comes on my stomach, watching as the liquid pools in my belly button and slides up under my breasts. He grabs a tissue from the nightstand and moves to wipe up his mess.

  His breathing is jagged, but he still only has eyes for me. “I need to hear you,” he says, eyes turning down on the corner, a wash of stinging pain creeping to the surface.

  I can’t help him do that. No one can. Instead of saying something he can’t hear, I hold out my arms. He lies next to me, his head on my chest, feeling my heart beat. It must almost be like hearing. His fingers tap against my stomach as he imitates the beat over and over until it slows down to a crawl—my resting heart rate. We lie like that for a long time. I stroke his hair and wonder how I’ve been without this man’s love for this long.

  I can’t fix him, can’t make him whole, but by saving him, I’m saving myself.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  LEO

  I CAN TASTE THE seawater in the air so vividly that my brain conjures the sounds of gulls on its own. The beach in Bronze Bay is just as I remembered it. Actually, it’s better. It’s where I asked Kendall to marry me a couple of days ago. It’s where she said yes. Asking her parents Aidan and Magnolia for her hand in marriage was akin to going on a mission with unknown targets. I expected a bit of hostility from Aidan as he’s never been a fan of me, but I think, at this point, the dust has settled and he knows where I stand. My love for Kendall is something no one can ignore. They’re both more than supportive of a union. I also brought up the fact that Magnolia asked me to meddle to get her a job in the first place. And how Kendall brings that shit up anytime she’s mad at me.

  Kendall is admiring the round diamond on her left hand. “I can’t believe we have to go back to the Cape tomorrow. It’s so nice here,” she exclaims, remembering to sign the last bit of her statement. I’m good now. Well, I’m good when it comes to reading Kendall’s lips. Everyone else is a little sketchy, but I pride myself on being able to hold almost normal conversation with the woman I love.

  “Call work and see if you can stay another week,” I say. “I bet I can get more time off, too.”

  She shakes her head, stooping down to pet Coal. She has a leashed cat on the
beach. I’d care what other people thought if I wasn’t madly in love with this woman. The cat, much to everyone’s surprise, loves the fucking beach and sand. He rolls over in the sand, requesting belly pets. Kendall strokes his fur, and remembers to look up at me before speaking. “I have so much planning to do. I want to get married as soon as possible. Before you change your mind.” Kendall winks and smiles wide.

  I melt a little. “You think I’d spend all that cash on a diamond if I was going to change my mind?”

  She cocks her head. “Funny guy, huh?”

  I hold out my hands. She slips the long leash around her wrist and wraps her arms around my neck. Her body is against mine, and my dick hardens. She knows she has this power and uses it anytime she sees fit. While I’m in the kitchen with her parents. Or standing in the coffee shop line waiting for our coffee. Or best, when I’m wearing board shorts on the beach. She kisses me deeply to drive her point home. Having sex with her in her parents’ house was such a challenge because Kendall has loud…orgasms, or so I’ve deduced from her mortification after sex. I moved us to the Inn down the road. Magnolia wasn’t even upset, and Aidan must have heard and offered to foot the bill for our stay. Kendall was embarrassed for a whole six hours before she attacked me at the hotel.

  Each time we make love, it’s better than the last. We took the first month of our relationship, before I started contracting in the language department at Harbour Point, to explore each other fully. We fucked everywhere. If I didn’t give her two orgasms, it didn’t count. There was a point during the fourth week that my cock was sore. Insatiable in every way. It still hasn’t worn off or down, the kiss we’re participating in at this moment is enough to let me know she wants to fuck right now.