Free Blue Ribbon Summer (The Baltimore Banners Book 3) by Lisa B. Kamps

her at the feel of his swirling tongue, at the rasp of his beard against her bare flesh. Kayli grabbed his shoulders as her head dropped back, as she pushed herself further against him, his touch awakening senses that had been dormant for too long.
    She whispered his name but thought the sound was lost in the night around them. Ian's arm tightened around her even more and she leaned back further, bracing her arms on either side of his legs behind her as he suckled her, first one nipple then the other. His hold around her eased as his hands moved to her hips and gently guided her down against him, his own hips pushing up. Kayli moaned at the sensation, wanting to feel more, needing to feel all of him.
    Ian's hands drifted over her legs then back up, stopping at the waistband of her jeans, pausing. She shifted and pushed herself up, then met his gaze. Her hands closed over his and gently eased them away, and she smiled at the flash of disappointment she saw in his eyes. She reached for her belt and quickly undid it, then unsnapped the button of her jeans and eased the zipper down, her gaze locked with Ian's own hungry one the entire time.
    He reached up and clasped her face between his hands, and pulled her down for a searing kiss. With a groan he pulled away, then ran his hands down along her sides and grabbed her hips. He shifted his legs then rolled, moving quickly so that she was now laying under him, the hard length of his body pressed against her.
    His eyes captured hers as he skimmed his hand along her bare skin, dipping his fingers into the open waistband of her jeans, easing them lower. Kayli's breath hitched as her hips rose to meet his touch, silently encouraging. She bit back a groan and closed her eyes when he moved his hand away from where she wanted his touch, then held her breath when he tugged at her jeans and underwear. He eased the material down past her hips to her thighs, then to her knees, exposing her, his fingers trailing a path back up, burning her with his touch.
    His hand circled the crease of her thigh, teasing, his thumb brushing against her clit and moving away, brushing against her again. Kayli swallowed a soft moan, her hips slowly rocking toward him, seeking. Then he stopped teasing, his hand closing around her as he slid one finger inside her, then back out. Up across her clit then in, teasing, deeper. Kayli moaned and her hips rose to meet him, searching, begging for more as he slipped a second finger inside her.
    "You are so beautiful." Ian's voice was a husky whisper, the words hoarse. Kayli opened her eyes to look at him, and was surprised to see the look of raw passion focused on her. The intensity in Ian's gaze sent shivers of excitement and anticipation through her, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him, all of him, over her, against her.
    Inside of her.
    She reached out and ran her hand along his chest, lightly grazing his flesh with her nails, feeling a surge of power when his head dropped back and his jaw clenched. And yet his fingers still teased her, stroking, probing, caressing her.
    She shifted and dragged her hand lower, reaching down to unsnap his jeans and caress him through the denim. She fumbled with his zipper, trying to pull it down, but couldn't manage one-handed, not with his fingers inside her, branding her, coaxing a response from her.              
    "Ian..." She called his name, a demand, a question, the pressure building inside her, tightening. His fingers continued their exquisite torture, pushing her to the edge, holding her there.
    "Come for me, Kayli." The soft demand was a ragged whisper in her ear. Her back arched as she fell off the precipice, her body shattering into pinpoints of light, reflections of the stars above them. She called Ian's name, felt his mouth close over hers, swallowing her cries in a fierce kiss as her body shuddered under waves of pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders and roamed over his back, holding him against her,