Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(82)

The cold air danced along her skin, but it was hard to notice when she was hot under Kaz’s wandering hands and mouth. His lips touched down to her cheek, over her jaw, and across her neck. He tasted each and every spot he kissed with a strike of his tongue to her flesh, pulling her even closer until she rested at the very edge of the hood.

“Someone has to break this damn car in,” he said, his gaze darkening as he looked her over.

Violet wet her lips, reaching for the button of his pants. “Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t yet?”

“Didn’t want to,” Kaz said before he kissed her again.

Violet let him dominate the kiss, tilting her head back and parting her lips to let his tongue slip in with hers. There was something about the way he kissed her, so hot and hard, and always taking, that she liked the most.

She was only slightly aware of the pier, and where they were. The shadows kept her nerves at bay as he bunched her skirt up around her hips, and his hand slipped between her thighs. Firm swipes of his fingertips grazed her sex, making her rock into his hand and whimper for more.

A touch wasn’t enough.

She knew exactly what he could do.

And a touch wasn’t even the tip of that iceberg.

“Shh,” Kaz shushed against her heated skin.

Violet sighed the second his fingers swept over her bare * for a second time. She found her chin in his hand, her head tipped up, and his eyes seeking hers as two of those fingers thrust into her core, fast and deep. His thumb flicked up at the same time, pressing hard to her clit. A knowing grin spread Kaz’s lips as he drew her mouth closer to his, and his hand worked between her legs.

“So f*cking wet,” he told her.

Violet’s throat felt tight, like someone was squeezing it. She didn’t mind the pressure, and she didn’t need to talk. He liked her sounds far better, anyway. And each little cry that escaped as she rocked into his fingers, his grin only deepened as he urged her on for more.

“Louder, Violet.”

She whined low.

“Let me see it,” he pressed.

Another thrust of his fingers, a quick press of his thumb, and she was there.

“Kaz.”

Her shout of his name echoed across the quiet beach. As fast as she had let it out, and the first waves of her orgasm began to flood her body, he muffled whatever sounds she might make next by kissing her. Violet panted into that kiss, stunned at how quickly her body had reacted to his touch.

“Shit, yeah,” Kaz said, smirking as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “I don’t think there’s anything quite like the sight of you getting off on my car, Violet.”

She blinked away the haziness in her vision, grabbing his shirt in her fist to pull him closer. His forehead rested to hers, and for a short while, they stayed still and quiet like that.

Watching.

Touching.

Silent.

When his fingers pressed into her inner thighs, Violet widened her legs, a soft moan falling from her lips.

“More?” he asked.

“More,” she demanded.

Their next movements came out rushed and harsh as she worked at the zipper and button on his pants. Kaz’s hands were already at the back of her neck, ripping down the zipper of her dress, and pulling the clothing over her shoulders until it pooled at her stomach.

Her heels dug into his lower back when she finally freed his cock from his boxer-briefs. She barely had his pants shoved down around his hips before he was spreading her thighs wider—wide enough to make her muscles protest and ache.

“Jesus,” Violet ground out through clenched teeth.

In her palms, his cock was hard and pulsing with every fast beat of his heart. She only let go of his length when his hand wrapped around the base.

Kaz’s free hand came up fast, his thumb catching her bottom lip and making her mouth open. “Palms on the hood, Violet.”

She’d been watching him through her lashes, but those words made her eyes widen.

“Now,” he added lower.

She didn’t entirely understand why he didn't want her hands on him while he f*cked her, but she listened to what he said, anyway, putting her hands down to the hood on either side of her body. She sucked in a sharp breath as he ran the head of his cock from her clit down to her entrance.

There was no pause between the brief moment when he was there, at her slit, and when he was pushing in.

One hard, deep thrust was all it took. The shock of that first thrust was brutal to Violet as he filled her full and stretched her open. She was wet enough to ease the intrusion, but it still took her breath away all the same. The slight bite of pain danced hand in hand with the bliss, and her lashes fluttered closed.

“Watch me,” she heard him growl.

Violet’s gaze snapped open instantly, but instead of Kaz’s eyes, she was drawn down to where he was watching. Between their bodies, the sight of his cock buried almost all the way in her sex, and her arousal smeared along the base of his cock and her thighs. His hand was still holding tight to the base of his length, but a tremor skipped over his fingers.

Her fingers clenched against the hood of the car, the cold metal doing little to soothe the fire sweeping her senses.

Kaz let go of his cock, grabbed her thigh, and flexed forward, giving Violet that last couple of inches that he’d been holding back.