He took my wrist and dragged my hand to his chest. It was warm, and I felt his heart beating through his blue button-down.
Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed me, a slow, lingering, deep kiss that made me quit my crying. He pressed his mouth against mine over and over, and when I responded to him again, his tongue slid between my lips.
I felt his hands move under my dress, one palm grasping my leg, over my buttock. I moaned while he kissed me, both hands now warm and demanding while they stroked my body. When one hand moved between my thighs, covering my mound, then stroking along my soft flesh, I came undone.
I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hand down toward his crotch, feeling the hard bulge there.
"Still want to tell me I don’t want you?" he asked, his voice gruff.
I looked up at him, rubbing my hand over the hardness in his pants, feeling him through the thick cotton. He groaned.
I looked up at him through my lashes. "I don’t know."
"You need more proof?"
I licked my lips and nodded, running one hand through a lock of my blond hair. "That would be good."
He dropped to his knees in the sand in front of me. "I need you out of your clothes before you drive me out of my mind."
He undressed me in seconds, pulling my trendy little silk pink dress off. I kicked out of my heels, and he bent down to kiss my thighs. While I lay beneath him, he pulled off my panties, tossing them in the sand.
He kissed my knees one at a time, and then he moved between my thighs, holding one in each hand.
"I’ve wanted to taste you," he murmured.
I drew in a breath, not sure what this would feel like, but Trevor wouldn’t be deterred by my weak protest.
I gasped when his tongue lic...