Walk on the Wild Side. Natalie Anderson

urge deep inside her womb fuelled her passionate hunger to take him in her mouth and pleasure him until he’d only be able to see stars—right now. Straight to the joystick.

      Her hand clamped round the base of his erection. He groaned as she kissed him. She felt his whole body tense up even more. She licked the head of him, swirling her tongue over the thick ridge. And then she opened up and took him in. He was big, silky soft and iron hard and she couldn’t get enough of him. She pumped her hand to match the movement of her mouth, intoxicated by the scent of him and the taste of salt, the heat of the sun beating down on her back. His breathing was as laboured as hers now so she used both hands, her tongue, and increased her speed and suction.

      ‘Kelsi,’ he gasped. ‘If you want what I think you want then you have to stop.’ His fingers dug into her arms. ‘Now.’

      Flushed, she lifted her head and looked up at him. She firmed her grip on him and spoke her mind. ‘I don’t want to stop.’ She wanted him to come hard and loud and utterly uncontrollably—as she had.

      He closed his eyes. Flashed them open again, determination anew in his expression. He moved fast. Pulling the straps of her bra down, and then the cups, so her breasts were in his hands.

      ‘Beautiful.’ He strained up, gusting hot air on her nipple just before he sucked it into his mouth.

      She shook, her fingers loosening their grip on him. At that he moved, flipping her over onto the sand, the water splashing as he pressed kisses to her belly, his hands peeling her sodden knickers down.

      He stopped as he looked at her exposed body, his eyes widening. ‘You’re a redhead.’

      Kelsi screwed her eyes shut. She wasn’t red. She wished she were—a lovely rich auburn or something. But in truth she was orange. As in carroty. Bright orange hair with almost see-through skin that freckled up the moment she got within ten miles of a sunny spot. She’d spent her childhood being teased about it—dyed it the minute she’d had the money to buy the chemicals. Thank goodness for L’Oreal.

      But she was still orange down there, although she’d thought about dying that many times, too. Sensitive skin meant she’d never taken the risk. Her self-consciousness sprang back as the joy got killed. She moved, wanting to curl away so he could no longer see her. Years of taunts haunted her. The reaction was never good from men. She should have remembered that. But he moved, his hands gripping her, his leg weighing heavy on hers so she couldn’t escape. And he looked up at her, his blue eyes seeming to pierce right through her.

      ‘Don’t tell me you were going to get rid of it at the spa today.’ He slid a finger through the narrow strip of hair and suddenly she lost the ability to even think about moving away. ‘It’s beautiful.’ He stroked her some more before bending down and licking her as slowly and with as much reverence as a man knowing it was his last ever taste of paradise. ‘Don’t ever get rid of it.’

      It was the first time a man had even hinted that he liked it. The few others she’d been with had seemed to find it amusing—and not in a way that made her feel very sexy.

      Jack looked up at her, registering how still she was. ‘I mean it.’ And then he bent again, his mouth convincing her wordlessly.

      Her legs parted wider with his touch, her desire skyrocketing again—only more so. Never had she felt so desired. Never had she had someone hold her like this.

      ‘Jack.’

      ‘Yeah.’ He twisted, grabbing the shorts that were halfway down to his ankles. He pulled them off, pulled his wallet from the pocket, pulled a condom from that. She was glad he’d thought of contraception because it hadn’t even occurred to her in the madness that was this lust. In moments he’d rolled it on and was back beside her, his hand heavy and low on her stomach.

      ‘I wanted this the second I saw you,’ he said bluntly. ‘Was it the same for you?’

      In this majestic setting there could only be truth. ‘Of course.’ She ran her fingers down his jaw, her thumb across his lower lip. ‘You’re incredibly handsome.’

      ‘And you’re bewitching.’

      Her body reacted swiftly to the compliment—her nipples going even harder, her inner thighs tightening in anticipation. She smiled, fluttered her lashes as she peeped up at him. ‘A witch now? No longer a vampire?’

      He tilted his head on the side and seemed to assess her slowly, the smile on his lips widening. ‘I’m thinking nymph.’

      ‘Oh-h-h.’ Her juices flowed faster. ‘A nymph.’

      She arched her hips against him, her intent pure provocation—a playfulness that was so new, and yet so much fun. ‘You think?’

      ‘A very sexy nymph.’ He lifted his hand to cup her face. ‘A nymph I’m going to have to have.’