Brutal Blueblood

hands to the dip of her waist.
“Well, I don’t know how All Caps does it,” I told her, still smiling. “But maybe I could show you what can happen after a kiss.”
I wanted nothing more than to slant my mouth over hers right now, to fit my lips against hers and kiss until the sun broke over the sea, but I forced myself to pull back a little, to be still. To let her steer this.
Tanith blinked up at me, her bottom lip between her teeth once more, as if she were thinking. Considering. Again, I had the sense that she was familiar somehow, that I’d seen this very same expression before . . .
I shook my head to clear away the feeling. No, I would have remembered this girl if we’d met before. There was no way I would have met her and then forgotten someone so different, so apart from this world that I belonged to but despised at the same time.
Then before I could react, she’d released her lip from her teeth and pushed up to her toes to press her mouth against mine.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Or breathed. It was only lips against lips. Only my hands on her waist and my feet on either side of hers and the breeze blowing her hair against my cheeks.
I’d never breathe again if it meant I could stay here forever.
Then I curled my hands into her T-shirt, pulling her tight to me as I parted my lips and moved them against hers.
“Open for me,” I breathed. She obeyed, parting her lips so I could lick inside her mouth. I grunted my approval the moment I tasted her, the mingled taste of berry-flavored lip balm and the drink I’d just mixed for her, and she let my flickering tongue coax her into a deeper kiss, deeper and deeper, until she was panting and pressing her body back against mine.
Fuck, she could kiss. I didn’t know what was in that fan fiction she read, she knew to answer each stroke of my tongue with one of her own, to clutch me tighter when I dragged my mouth over to the corner of hers and down to her jaw and neck, inhaling her delicious scent. And her hips were so restless against my own that I reached down to find one of her thighs and pulled it up to my hip so she could alleviate her restlessness and grind against me if she wanted.
Apparently, she did want. The moment she arched and felt the long, thick ridge of my erection, she gave a shuddering moan against my mouth and arched even harder. I could hardly stand it—the silk of her mouth, the needy press of her body against the neediest part of mine.
“Your pussy is so hot,” I mumbled into her mouth. “I can feel it through your little cutoffs.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed, kissing me harder. “You feel so good—this feels so good—”
She moved even faster against me, and I wondered if I could make her come just like this. Just by dry fucking her against the railing. God, even the thought had me close to blowing, and suddenly I knew this wouldn’t be enough. This kiss, this night, wouldn’t be enough. It couldn’t be. Not with this girl. I needed more.
“Where will you be after tonight?” I asked between nibbles of her lower lip.
“Here,” she said, sounding dazed. “On the boat with Sera.”
With Serafina van Doren? How strange. I thought I knew most of Sera’s friends. “Do your families know each other?” I asked, moving my mouth down to her neck and sucked on the sensitive skin there. A primal satisfaction surged through me as her hips moved more eagerly against mine.
“No—” Her breath hitched as I bit gently at her throat.
“When do you go home?”
It took her a moment to answer. “A day and a half.”
I swore, my gut clenching with panic at the thought of not seeing her again. “That’s not enough time,” I said darkly. “I want days and days with you available to me.” I pressed my mouth again to hers, my hand seizing the sweet curve of her backside, our hips mating below as our mouths mated above.
“Maybe,” she said, and I could feel that smile curving against my lips again, “you’d be available to me.”
I laughed and kissed her harder. I slid my hand from her waist to her stomach, and she layered her own hand over mine and guided it up to her breast. It was firm and warm, and already I could feel the hard berry of her nipple against my palm. All I wanted was to take her back to my room at the villa and suck on her breasts for hours.
I needed those hours. I needed more than hours, actually. I needed days and weeks and months.
“Where do you go to school?” I asked. “I need to see you again. I need to have you again.”
Her breathing slowed, her body slowing too. For some reason, the panic clenched me harder.
What if she didn’t want to see me again?
“Please tell me I can see you after Ibiza,” I said, giving her another hard, searing kiss. “I have to see you after the summer. I can travel, I can come to you, just please . . .”
She went still in my arms. When she spoke next, her voice was wooden. Distant.
“I go to Pembroke. We’ve gone to the same school for the last three years.”
I pulled back to stare down at her. “Really?” That must have been why she’d seemed so familiar to me, but how could I have missed her? This goddess of a girl who wore T-shirts to yacht parties and read fan fiction and kissed like it was her last night alive? Where had she been hiding all this time?
“Huh,” I said, trying to figure it out.
She pressed her hands to my chest, and it was instinct that had me putting my hands on top of hers. “Tanith—”
“You only knew my