Sandcastle Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story by Krista Lakes, Mel Finefrock

him without me telling it to.
    A soft breeze came across from the ocean, cooling the hot kisses on my skin. I wondered if people could see us, since we were still outside and not secluded by windows or walls. Noah's hand was planted firmly on my breast, his fingers massaging me through the fabric of my dress. I moaned quietly, realizing that the only people who could see us at this private villa would be boats out on the ocean. With the darkening night, that would be close to impossible, but the thrill of possibly being seen was still there.
    Noah's hand slid down my side to the hem of my dress, tracing the lacy edge against my thigh. The light touch on the sensitive skin sent shivers up my spine. He chuckled, the sound reverberating deep in his chest as he slid his leg between mine. It was strong and steady, and I rocked against it. His hands went back up to the collar of my dress. With a feather-light touch, he grazed the skin right above the collar of my strapless dress. I sucked in a breath as he suddenly pulled down on the fabric, exposing both breasts to the night air.
    “Mmm,” he hummed into my skin as he bent his head to take one in his mouth. I didn’t bother to repress my moaning, making him smile against my skin. His five-o'clock shadow was rough against my soft skin, but I loved it. I loved when he touched me. I couldn't believe I was ready for this step in our relationship so fast, but I wanted him.
    My hands tangled in his dark hair as his mouth worked magic. His tongue caressed and teased, pebbling my nipple into a tight ball which he bit gently with his teeth. A high-pitched thrum vibrated through my entire body as I ground against his thigh with my pelvis. My head fell back against the house, and my hips pressed into him with my back arched to give him the best access I could. I wanted him to take all of me. I felt his smile against my damp skin as he went to the other breast to continue his exquisite torture.
    He shifted his weight, removing the thigh that was perilously close to getting me off and putting his hands on my waist. With a spin, he picked me up and set me on the thick balcony. He made sure I had my balance so that my arm wrapped around the support beam. Despite the width of the balcony rail, I was still afraid I might fall. It was higher than I was really comfortable with, and I wasn't sure just how deep the ocean was below, even at high tide.
    “Don't let me fall,” I whispered, a little anxious as to what he had planned.
    He responded with a kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist so that he pinned me to the support beam. His kisses moved down to the sensitive area just below my ear where my shoulder and neck joined. “I've got you.”
    His free hand slid up my thigh, reminding me that I was wearing a dress and that my knees were splayed open. His hand didn't stop at the hem of my dress; instead, he continued up my inner thigh and sent heat surging through my core. His fingers caressed the lace of the little panties I had chosen. They were light blue like the dress and more lace and string than fabric.
    “Pretty,” he murmured into my shoulder, moving his lips to nibble on my collarbone. The pad of his thumb stroked me through the lace, and I moaned. I wanted him so badly that I couldn't think straight. His clever fingers danced under the thin lace and touched bare skin.
    I knew I was already wet and ready. He made a happy, masculine noise into my shoulder as he began to pleasure me with his fingers. His thumb kept a steady pulse against my pleasure center while slowly working one finger, and then two into my ready body.
    It was pure heaven. My breaths were coming quick and fast, my hands gripping the support beam more and more tightly. I was losing myself completely to his magic touch. My body twitched, pausing on the edge of beautiful oblivion. I had never gotten to this point of orgasm so quickly.
    “I've got you,” he whispered again, tightening his grip on my waist. He held me