Page 26 of Forgiving His Past (Eagle’s Nest Securities #5)

Donovan Braddock kissed like a god. A sensual, passionate, breath-stealing god that made Kam’s heart race, her knees grow weak, and her body ache with ferocious need.

Her short nails dug into the dampened skin of his back as her breasts pressed against his sculpted—and tatted—bare chest. Before tonight, she hadn’t known the tribal-style tattoos covering both of his impressive pecks existed because the intricate, swirling design had been kept hidden beneath his clothes.

When she’d first woken him up, his room had been dark, and her mind had been racing with thoughts of a possible intruder. When they discovered the true culprit, she’d been so overwhelmingly awestruck, her focus stuck on seeing a real-life whale for the very first time.

One minute, Kam had been soaking in the unbelievable sight. The next, Van was revealing his belief in all she had claimed. And it wasn’t until that moment that her brain fully began to register the incredible ink that had been permanently etched into his skin.

She made a mental note to ask him about it later. For now …

Kam swallowed the man’s deep, throaty moan as the short hair of his dark beard tickled her chin. His tongue danced and swirled with hers in a hot, hungry rhythm, as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

I know the feeling.

Van began moving backward across the wet portion of the deck, carefully guiding them both toward the long, padded bench behind him.

It was the same spot where she’d spent the majority of yesterday’s lengthy ride.

The place where she’d laid beneath the sun fantasizing about this very thing happening… with this very man.

He stopped when the backs of his knees hit the cushion’s edge. With her mouth still devouring as much of his as she could manage, Kam felt herself being turned around before Van lowered her down onto her back.

His lips made a trail as his mouth moved down over her chin and along the side of her neck. She could feel the tip of his tongue as he kissed the shallow dip of her skin at the base of her delicate throat.

In an unexpected move, Van pushed his upper body up and off of hers. Kam opened her mouth to protest his leaving, but almost immediately, the devilish man revealed his true intentions.

He reached for the buttons, keeping the halves of her pajama top securely together, the man’s strong hands expertly working to release each and every one.

Kam lay there, staring up at his hard, handsome face, and she prayed to forever hold onto the memory of that moment. Him above her. The stars behind him. A look of wanton desire darkened his already blackened gaze.

The shirt she was wearing fell open, exposing her full and luscious breasts to Van. He seemed to be soaking in the view, and she was more than happy to let him. When he leaned down and took one of the peaks into his mouth, Kam arched her back high with a gasp .

She placed a hand on the back of his head, the hair there too short to fully grab. Still, she dug her fingers into the dark strands as he paid homage to her distended nipple with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Her lower belly clenched, her inner muscles flexing and aching with heightened anticipation. Letting her head fall back and her eyelids shut, she gave herself over to the erotic sensation.

Van slowly moved from that breast to the other. While he gave it the same, unhurried attention, he slid one of his hands down along the center of her toned abs.

Kam’s breath hitched as the tips of his fingers reached the edge of her pants’ elastic waistband. He hesitated only a moment before sliding his hand beneath the stretchy barrier.

She moaned, opening her legs wider to give him more room to maneuver. Her lower body jumped slightly in response to that very first touch when his hand slid lower, brushing over her sensitive clit.

In the back of her mind, she was grateful for the disposable razor she’d found earlier beneath Van’s bathroom sink. With her skin silky smooth, she was able to feel every tantalizing moment of his sensual touch.

She could already feel how wet she was for him and knew her body was ready and waiting for more. As Van licked and laved the sensitive flesh of her breast, he slid his hand even lower, not stopping until his fingertips were touching her core.

Kam cried out when he slowly slid one of his fingers inside. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s touch.

He moved slowly at first, sliding his thick finger in and out of her welcoming core, all the while continuing to pleasure her breasts with his hot, wet lips.

Speaking of his lips…

Before she was anywhere near ready, Van pulled his mouth from her breast with a slight pop. At the same time, he slid his finger from her body and free from the constraints of her pants. Once again, Kam opened her mouth to protest. And just as quickly, she clamped it back shut.

He wasn’t stopping for the sake of putting a halt to what they were doing. Instead, the delicious-looking man reached down, grabbed the sides of her waistband, and began working the shiny satin over the feminine curve of her hips.

Kam lifted her lower body off the cushioned bench to assist him in his efforts. Once her pants were off, and she’d discarded her unbuttoned shirt, Van wadded them both up and tossed them to a nearby seat that hadn’t gotten wet from the whale’s impromptu show.

He turned back, his gaze falling on her naked form. He looked down at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

She expected him to return to pick up right where he’d left off. But Van didn’t bring his hand back to her bare sex. He leaned down and took her with his mouth.

Kam cried out again, her body arching high as the heat from his lips and tongue engulfed her most intimate part. The world around her began to disappear as she became lost in a sea of passion and pleasure.

Time passed by without recognition as she lay beneath the stars, letting this man—this strong, incredible, amazingly talented man—make love to her in a way she’d never experienced before.

He kissed. Nibbled. Ran his tongue along her silken seam.

Kam called out for him like a prayer floating in the wind as he took her closer to heaven with every glorious lick. Her throbbing clit ached for release only this man could give.

And when she cried out his name again, that’s when the exquisite torture really began.

He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. Once. Twice. A third time that nearly made her come.

As if sensing her impending climax, Van moved lower, giving her swollen bundle of nerves a brief respite by returning his attention to her hot, wet core. He licked her entrance, slowly at first before using his talented tongue as a spear.

“Please.” Kam heard herself beg him for what her body truly craved.

She didn’t want the pleasure he was giving her to end, and yet she didn’t think she’d survive another minute without finding that sweet release. When it seemed he’d gotten his fill of that particularly erotic pleasure, Van returned to the source of her wildly aching need.

His lips found her clit with perfection and ease. His tongue moved in slow, tight circles as he brought his hand back to where it all began. Kam felt him thrust not one but two fingers into her weeping core, and when he began pumping them a bit faster, she knew the end was near.

“Oh, Van!” she cried out, her words coming out between harsh, panting breaths. “Oh, yes. Just like that.”

Don’t stop. Please, God, don’t let him stop.

She feared she would physically die if he did.

His hand moved harder. Faster. His fingers pistoning, working her inner muscles with unimaginable perfection. At the same time, Van’s mouth continued to praise her swollen nub.

The combination was like the best kind of sensory overload. It was also positively lethal.

“Ahh!” Kam cried out even louder into the night sky. And when he pressed his tongue a little harder against her clit, she felt as though she was beginning to fly.

Her climax crashed into her in wave after wave of pleasure. Kam’s head flew back, her mouth fell open, and a loud keening sound echoed out into the sea air.

Thousands of electrical pulses shot through her all at once. Every nerve ending in her stiffening body flared to life, and she felt herself jolt erratically beneath his touch .

Minutes later—or it could have been hours, for all she knew—Kam finally floated back down to earth. When she did, her eyelids opened, and she found Van standing beside her.

“Fucking amazing,” he growled, wiping a hand across his lips. He dipped the same fingers he’d had inside her into his mouth before sucking off the remnants of her release.

My turn.

Kam pushed herself up into a seated position, spinning her legs around. She reached out, grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs, and shoved them down past his muscular thighs.

With his assistance, she removed the soft cotton from his legs before tossing it over to where her pajamas lay. When she looked back, she got her first real look at him in all his glory.

Oh, my.

Naked. Tatted. Eight-pack abs that fell into a mouthwatering V. His erection impressively long and thick.

Everything about this man seemed to be larger than life, and she couldn’t wait to dive in for more.

Kam brought her hands back up to his hips. Sitting on the edge of the cushion, she spread her legs to make room for him to fit. She pulled him closer, and he didn’t so much as hesitate to comply.

With him standing dutifully between her thighs, she leaned in, parted her lips, and slowly sucked him inside.

The loud hiss of a breath that reached her ears made her smile even as she took more of him into her mouth. He was too long for her to accommodate the entirety of his length, but from the sounds he was making, it was more than enough.

She slowly moved her head up and down, holding onto his hips for leverage. A touch of salt hit her tongue as his body reacted to what she was doing. He tasted of masculine spice and something uniquely Van.