Can't Fight This Feeling (Indigo Royal Resort Book 1)

by Claire Hastings

  Capturing her mouth with his again, he kissed her for a moment before starting to work his way down her neck, along her shoulder, and then finally arriving at her breasts, her pert nipples already standing at attention from earlier. He took one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive little peak, sending a zing of lust straight to her clit. She grabbed his head and held him close as his hand came up so that her other side didn’t feel left out. She closed her eyes, trying to take in every sensation. She loved the feel of his mouth on her, and how it was as if she were the center of his world when they were like this. He stopped suddenly, releasing her nipple with a pop, like one would a lollipop.

  “Tell me, sweetness,” he growled, his voice somehow even gruffer than before. “If last night was your first time giving, does that mean you’ve also never received?”

  The look on his face was almost predatory as he asked the question, and Drea drew in a quick breath in reaction. She suddenly couldn’t speak, the butterflies in her tummy starting to spread to the rest of her. Biting down on her bottom lip, she simply nodded in response.

  She was pretty sure she heard him actually let out a low growl as he leaned in to capture the bottom lip she’d been biting in his teeth. He sucked on it hard, making her match the sound he was making. The feel of his hands unwrapping her legs from around him caught her off guard for a moment, until she felt one of those hands find her center and slowly run his fingers through her folds.

  “So, you’re telling me that no one has ever tasted this beautiful, sweet, bare pussy of yours,” he said, continuing to carefully massage her.

  Drea let out a little whimper as his finger passed over her clit. She tried to wiggle her hips to find that finger again, but his other hand held her hips firmly in place. Everything he was doing to her was igniting her insides, and she felt like she could burst at any moment. Even the idea that he might replace his fingers with his mouth pushed her close to the edge. She wanted that so badly—those had always been her favorite scenes in her books, after all—but she was too afraid to ask for it.

  “Huh? Use your words, sweetness,” he encouraged, finding her clit again for a quick second.

  “Never,” she said in between breaths. “No one, you’d be my first.”

  The smile that spread across his face at her answer let her know that he liked hearing that confirmation. His hand disappeared from her sex, and she cried out at the loss of contact, until she saw him bring his hand to his mouth and rub his bottom lip, coating it with her arousal.

  “Well, I think that’s something we need to rectify. Because I’ve been dying to get my head in between your thighs and show your gorgeous little pussy just what my tongue can do,” he said. “What do you say, sweetness, you want me to tongue fuck you?”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  It was official, Drea couldn’t breathe. Her eyes went wide and it took all she had to nod under his heated gaze. “Y-y-yes,” she finally managed to choke out.

  Kyle didn’t need any more encouragement from her, apparently, and wasted no time in kissing his way down her body. He pulled her hips forward so she was sitting on the very edge of the bar, and when he got to her belly button, quickly dipped his tongue in and out, tickling her. She squirmed underneath him, enjoying the anticipation that was quickly growing within her. As he reached her hips, his kisses became slower and more drawn out, as he continued to tease her. The feel of his mouth on her was incredible and she felt like she could easily get lost in this feeling. His lips were warm and wet, firm and loving, and each new kiss felt like she was being branded as his.

  Slowly coaxing her legs open wider, he knelt down and started to slowly run his hands up and down the insides of her thighs. The anticipation was almost too much, and if Drea had felt like she could burst before it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She was breathing harder and swore she could feel her pulse thrum through her entire body as if it were the waves crashing the shore.

  Then out of nowhere, she felt it, his tongue against her. It was like nothing else she’d ever felt, and yet it was easily one of the best things she’d ever experienced. With a long, slow deliberateness, he licked her from the very bottom of her slit all the way to the top, just missing her clit. He circled his way back to the bottom down the right side, before repeating the motion, this time circling back down the left. She shuddered at the feeling, unable to hold it in. She shifted, trying to get him to make contact with her clit, just as she had when it was his fingers doing the work. But he was a man with a plan, and teasing her was currently on the docket. He nibbled a little on her folds and she bucked underneath him. He let out a little chuckle and continued to avoid direct contact with her clit.

  “Kyle,” she moaned out.

  “Yes, sweetness?” he asked, somehow not letting up from the activity at hand. She panted in response. “Oh, you like that, huh? You taste so sweet, Dre, I could lick your pussy all day.”

  Suddenly, she felt his tongue hit her clit and it was like someone turned it up to eleven. Everything in her came alive and everything else around her came to a halt. Flicking it back and forth, up and down he focused solely on the little bundle of nerves for a solid minute. Her hands flew to the back of his head, trying to hold him there. She never wanted this feeling to end, and Kyle didn’t show any signs of stopping. He slipped two fingers into her, and formed a suction on her center, sucking on her clit.

  “Oh my God, I’m...I’m gonna…” she cried out, wrapping her fingers in his hair.

  It was as if her words lit a fire in him, pushing him to go harder, faster. He returned to the flicking motion on her clit and that, paired with the fingers playing inside her, sent her barreling over the edge. Her back arched and her legs went rigid as the orgasm shot through her like a bullet through a gun. Her vision went black, eyes slamming closed, and she saw stars on the back of her eyelids. Kyle continued to love her with his tongue, gentler now, as she thrashed right there on the bar.

  He slowly rose to his feet as she finally returned to earth. Her limbs felt like jelly and she wasn’t sure she could move. No amount of reading had prepared her for what Kyle had just done to her body. His lips returned to her neck, working their way up to her jaw and then her mouth, as his hands resumed a slow caress of her sides. She sat back upright, cupping her hands around his jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. The slightly tangy taste that clung to his lips and tongue spurred her on, taking the kiss deeper and deeper with each stroke of her tongue. The idea that his tongue had just rocked her world was such a turn-on, one that she hadn’t even realized could be. She wanted to return the favor, but right now, just kissing him was so much more important.

  “Dre,” he moaned into the kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  “Same.”

  Drea reached down between them, leaning forward slightly, finding his rock-hard length standing at attention. She grasped him firmly, slowly twisting her wrist as she moved her hand up and down. He grew harder in her hand, making her feel so powerful and full of life. All the books she’d read hadn’t prepared her—she had never, ever dreamed she could feel anything like this.

  This wasn’t just a physical connection. She felt everything right now, and felt it deep into her bones. She wanted to shout out and whisper it all at the same time, feeling the words trying to force their way through the surface. She loved Kyle and there was simply no other way around it. She just hoped that he felt the same way.

  “Sweetness, I need to be inside you now,” he said through gritted teeth. He pulled back from her embrace, and kissed her on the forehead. “Tell me you need me too.”

  “Yes, please,” she moaned. She hadn’t intended for it to come out like she was begging, but she was so needy for him and his touch right now that it didn’t seem to matter.

  Kyle winked at her as he turned to reach for the bottom drawer on the top right part of the U that the bar created. It was where they kept miscellaneous odds and ends such as scissors, duct tap
e, rags, and at the very bottom of the drawer, Dalton’s not-so-secret stash of condoms. Drea wasn’t entirely sure what had prompted him to start keeping some there shortly after he started at the Indigo Royal, but she knew he did actually take advantage of the convenient hiding spot, since the box was regularly replaced.

  The view of Kyle’s ass as he bent over to rummage through the drawer was fantastic. She’d always liked the view of his backside and looking at it in the buff was no different. Actually, that was a lie—seeing his bare ass was much, much better than staring at it through swim trunks. She smiled to herself, thinking about all the times she’d watched him bend over through the years and how all she had wanted to do was playfully swat his butt. If there was ever a time, now was it.

  Quietly slipping off the bar, she took a step or two until she was just behind him bent over the drawer. Drawing her hand back, she let it go swiftly, her open palm meeting his bare cheek with a reasonably loud smack. He popped up, turning around and glaring at her, his eyes filled with lust rather than anger, and grabbed her by the wrists. Raising them above her head, he shook, making a tsk tsk sound with his tongue.

  “Oh sweetness, you wanna play rough? We can play rough,” he growled.

  “Your butt was just too cute. It was begging for a little love pat,” she giggled.

  “Cute? Love pat?” He narrowed his eyes at her, stalking a few steps toward her, backing her up until she hit the bar again. “I think you’re looking for trouble.”

  She shrugged, trying to play coy. The butterflies in her tummy returned as he put an arm on either side of her, pinning her in. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted him, needed him in this moment, and the look in his eyes told her that he was feeling much the same.

  “Find what you need?” she asked, quirking up a brow.

  His shoulders slumped and arms relaxed, as what looked like defeat took over his body. Resting his forehead to hers, he let out a sigh. “No. The box is empty. The one I grabbed for last night was apparently it.”

  “Oh.” The discovery hit her like a brick. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to feel him inside of her, feel his hard body against hers. She’d been on the pill since she was fifteen, thanks to Simone taking over that area of teaching, but she’d never had sex without a condom before. She hadn’t wanted to rely on just the pill. Nervousness flushed through her and she thought about the possibility of it now. Kyle was her forever, she was sure of it. She had to tell him.

  “Sweetness, I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass for not being better prepared. I shouldn’t have relied on that stash.”

  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

  “What?” he asked, pulling back from her quickly.

  “I’m on the pill—we don’t have to stop. Make love to me, Kyle.”

  Kyle’s head spun, as if his head were a tether ball and her words had been a kid at recess. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was she really asking him to go bareback?

  “Dre, are you sure?”

  “More than I have ever been about anything,” she said softly. “I want you to make love to me until we both can’t move.”

  His heart leapt from his chest as he took her in—standing there, stunning in just her birthday suit, fresh off what seemed to be an earth-shattering orgasm, offering him the ultimate connection of skin-to-skin contact. He wanted to tell her right then and there that he loved her, but knew that now wasn’t the time. He needed to tell her when it wouldn’t come across as if it was just about sex. Pulling her close again, he wrapped his arms around her waist, until their bodies were flush against each other once again, and held her tight. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, he breathed in her scent, just wanting to be close to her. She slipped her arms around his waist and lowered her head until it was resting under his chin.

  Her forehead was now resting against his breastbone, rising and falling with each breath he took. They stayed there like that for a moment, silent, just taking each other in.

  “That is, unless you don’t want to,” she said, not moving a muscle, so her head was still against his chest.

  “I have never wanted anything more in my entire life, sweetness.”

  Bending slightly at the knees, he scooped her up in one swift motion. Her arms flew around his neck as she giggled again. Damn, he loved her giggles—loved how free and easy she was in letting them go, loved how the sound lit up places in him he didn’t realize could light up, but more than anything he loved being the reason for the noise. Stepping into the sunlight, he made his way to the front of the boat and onto the trampoline. The bouncy surface was warm to the touch on the bottoms of his feet, so he flattened the blanket that was still there with his foot before laying Drea down on it. The blanket was warm as well, but it would be better than the trampoline fibers on her back. He wanted this moment to be perfect for her.

  Once she was settled on the blanket, he lay down on his left side next to her, and began stroking her again. She reached up and cupped his face with one of her hands, grazing his cheek with her thumb. The words were bubbling up again, and he pushed them down, making himself focus on something else, anything else.

  “I’m clean, I promise,” he said, rushed.

  “I know. I trust you,” she replied. “I’m clean too.”

  “I’ve never done this,” he said.

  “Me either. It’s a first for both of us,” she smiled.

  A first for both of them. The thought made his heart skip a beat. He wanted to give her the world, to make sure she was happy for the rest of time. This moment seemed like the first step in that direction.

  He lowered his mouth to hers, swiping his tongue across her lower lip before taking her in a slow, sensual kiss. The hand that had been caressing up and down her side slid up to her breast and started playing with her nipples again. They pebbled under his touch, not wasting any time. She arched her back, responding to his touch. Her response fueled his semi into a now raging hard-on, as it lay across her thigh.

  Drea reached across her body and found his length with her hand, grasping on to it. Jerking him slow and steady, she was making his cock harder than he ever thought possible. As she rolled slightly toward him, he removed his hand from her breast and brought it down between her legs. Still incredibly wet from her earlier orgasm, he quickly found her clit and circled it with his middle finger. She gasped into their kisses the moment he made contact, squirming underneath him. He worked his finger furiously around the bundle of nerves, sending Drea into a frenzy. He could tell the closer she got to her climax, her grip on his shaft tightened. After another moment, she pulled back from the kiss, letting go of him and grabbing onto the blanket as her orgasm overtook her entire body. Coming down from her high, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her, taking her in.

  “That’s not fair. I’ve come twice now and you haven’t even come once,” she said, all breathy.

  “You let me worry about fair, sweetness.”

  Pushing himself up, he rolled over so that he was hovering over her. He nudged her legs open wide and positioned himself in between. Lining up the head of his cock at her entrance, he paused for a moment, silently verifying with her. She nodded slightly, and that was all he needed. He pushed into her, deliberately drawing out the moment of first contact. Inch by inch she took him and it was the most glorious feeling in the world. Her pussy was warm and wet and she was so tight around his cock. Without even knowing, it was like he had waited for this moment his entire life and he had no intention of doing anything but enjoying every last second. Once he was all the way in, he gave Drea a moment to adjust to him. When he was sure that she was ready, he pulled out and drove right back in again. She let out a moan of pleasure and he knew she was feeling the extra connection the lack of condom seemed to provide.

  “You feel so fucking good, Drea,” he whispered.

  “So do you. I feel,” she gasped in a breath as he thrust into her, “everything.”

  “Good, baby, that’s exactly what I wan
t.”

  He thrust into her harder, although keeping his strokes long and slow. Moving her hips as he did, she met him thrust for thrust. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire and his mind was racing with all the things he was feeling in this moment. He was finally understanding why it had been called making love. For as amazing as her insides felt encasing his dick, it was the rest of her, taking over his heart and mind, that he felt more than anything.

  When she moaned out his name, breaking him from his haze, he picked up the pace. Driving into her hard and fast, he could feel the muscles of her pussy pulse and release around him, spurring him on. Just as he felt the beginning of his orgasm starting to build, Drea bucked underneath him, her pussy muscles clenching down around him like a vise grip. She screamed his name and held on to his shoulders for dear life as he continued to pound into her. Her insides continued to spasm, pulling his own climax from deep inside him.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. After a while, their breaths slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, the rise and fall of their chests in sync. Ever so slowly, Kyle withdrew from inside Drea and rolled over onto his back, pulling her into his side as he did.

  “That was incredible,” he said, breaking the silence. “You, Dre, are incredible.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, with the two of them lounging around in the sun, making love some more, and just generally enjoying their time alone. Drea had a hard time wrapping her head around how so much had happened in such a short period of time. It felt like they had been away for months, rather than just an overnight. The whole weekend had been a dream come true, but there was still a part of her that was happy to be home. If nothing else, it would be nice not to sleep on the trampoline.

  As they docked the boat and made sure they had all their stuff packed up, they heard a familiar voice coming from the pier. Drea looked up over the front of the boat to find Grayson hanging off the back of the Livin’ On A Prayer, lying on his front, hands covered in grease.