Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Declan flipped on a light in the corner, and she gasped. The boat was huge and beautiful, with a white hull and rich teak woodwork on the deck. The masts were down, but she could tell how long they were, and she wished she could see this on the water with its white sails unfurled, filled by summer sea winds.

“It’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed, turning to Declan and smiling. “What’s her name?”

“
The Beloved
,” he replied, looking at her with a heat in his golden eyes that was impossible to miss. “I’ve always had a dream that someday, I’d take the woman I loved aboard and never let her go. Until that day, no woman comes on board on this boat.”

“You’re such a romantic.” She laughed.

“Yeah,” he admitted, grinning. “It’s probably from being so close to the sea every day. She does something to a man’s heart and soul.”

He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him.

“Just like you do,” he said and kissed her.

Ava discovered that though Declan might have been the romantic one, it didn’t mean he wasn’t fierce and possessive. He kissed her hard, demanding entrance to her mouth with his tongue, cradling her face and pressing her hard against him. She felt the rock and steel of his body underneath his clothes, and she wanted to wrap herself around him, to cling to him and have him claim her. It didn’t matter that she was leaving in a month. The only thing that mattered was this moment.

Suddenly, he broke off their kiss and scooped her up in his arms.

“Come aboard, sweetheart,” he said and carried her onto the boat.

Chapter 12

The first thing Ava saw inside
The Beloved
was the bed.

It was the kind of bed that could give a girl ideas. At the far end of the cabin, there was an alcove completely spanned by a platform with a thick mattress custom fitted to it.

She blushed at the direction her thoughts were taking and tried to focus on the blue leather bench seats and tiny kitchenette instead.

Declan flipped on a tiny switch by the alcove, and a small motor whined to life and began to fill the cabin with warm, dry air.

“Emergency heater,” he said with a grin.

“Is there an emergency?” Ava replied airily, her whole body thrumming with desire for him.

“Yes,” he said. “In my pants.”

She laughed and let herself be caught up in his arms. He silenced her laughter with fierce kisses, nipping at her bottom lip and tasting her with his tongue. His kisses were insistent and unrelenting, and she struggled to get enough breath into her lungs, yet enjoyed the sensation of becoming kiss-drunk and dizzy.

One of his hands moved from her waist to grip her bottom and press her against the hardness in his pants. His erection seemed to jump toward her as she moved herself to grind into him, seeking her own arousal.

He picked her up by the ass, hitching her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he carried her over to the bed. The air in the cabin was warming up now, just like her blood as desire fired her nerve endings to hypersensitivity. She could feel the denim against her legs, the socks encasing her toes, her bra against her nipples. His rough fingertips traced her jaw and down her throat, leaving a mixed shiver of hard and smooth.

“Are you warm enough, sweetheart?” he asked against her lips as he began to help her shrug out of her parka.

“Yes,” she breathed, pulling off her hat and tossing it aside.

“I need to see you,” he said, his hot breath on her skin. “All of you.”

His words sent a thrill of excitement through her body, and her sex clenched in anticipation. She responded to him with fierce kisses of her own, wanting to devour him, swallow him into her, be filled with him, feel him wrapped around her body, trapping her in pleasure.

To her surprise, he pushed her back against the mattress, pinning her down. He grinned at her and nipped at her bottom lip.

“No, sweetheart,” he said. “We do this my way.”

“What way? I don’t understand?”

“Shhh, Ava. Don’t fight me.”

Fear slashed through her veins as her mind went wild with ideas of what he was going to do, and yet, she couldn’t deny the deep, palpable excitement that made her nipples and pussy throb and ache.

Slowly, holding her gaze with his, Declan stripped off her sweater and began to unbutton her cotton shirt. He straddled her, basically pinning her in place. His deliberate movements frustrated her. She wanted him now. She needed more arousal and a climax now. Her hand snaked down to between her legs, trying to squeeze between Declan’s erection and her sex to stroke herself through her jeans.

Lightning fast, he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. He took her other and did the same.

“You’re being a bad girl, Ava,” he said, darkness and desire thick in his voice, making her tremble with forbidden fantasies. “Keep your hands above your head.”

He ripped open the rest of her shirt, sending buttons flying, and frowned at her plain white bra.

“I don’t ever want you wearing this again,” he said coolly. “It’s ugly, and you, sweetheart, are beautiful.”

He reached around underneath her to unhook her bra then pulled it off her. He yanked her shirt off as well so that now she was bare from the waist up, exposed to him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to a nipple and flicking it with his tongue. “Sweet.” Another flick that sent a jolt of joy straight down to her pussy. “Tweakable.” He lightly brushed the very tip of her nipple. She lost control and tried to buck up against him, only to have him lift up slightly on his knees so she couldn’t reach him to grind against his cock.

“No,” he said, his golden eyes narrowing. “Not yet. That would be too damn easy.”

Ava’s heart raced, and her breathing began to come in quick gasps. This was a totally unexpected side of Declan, something unknown, a little dangerous and completely exciting. What was he going to do to her? The suspense seemed to heighten the awareness of the growing arousal in every part of her body.

He leaned over and flicked her other nipple with his tongue, and she moaned for more. Chuckling, he grabbed a coil of sail rope that was stored to the side of the mattress along with a few sail bags.

“What are you doing?” Ava demanded, suddenly snapping out of her delirium of desire and becoming very aware of his movements.

“Taking you out to sea, sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed her wrists and tied them securely with the rope, knotting it against a bar at the head of the bed. “I want to dive deep to discover your ocean floor, the darkest and most forbidden places inside you. I want to chart the waters of your desire. I want to ride the waves of your pleasure.”

Ava’s eyes went wide as she felt herself restrained before she could think to protest. No one had ever done this to her before, and she felt a delicious nervousness at what was to come. She realized that she wasn’t truly afraid because somehow, for some reason, she absolutely trusted Declan. Restlessly, she shifted, testing out the bonds around her hands. They were tighter than she expected, and that excited her. She was actually tied up, not just loosely restrained. There was nothing she could do to keep Declan from doing whatever he wanted to her. Her pussy pounded with unrelieved excitement at the thought.

Declan’s eyes were alight with desire as he surveyed her. Deliberately, he lowered one finger to her nipple and brushed the tip of it over and over.

“Oh God!” Ava cried out, bucking and moving in frustrated need.

He moved to kneel on one side of her, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, but leaving them on her. Damn, it wasn’t enough! She wanted to be naked, completely exposed to him. The excitement and need she felt were almost overwhelming.

He chuckled as he licked her other nipple and slid his hand down into her panties, his fingers running over her folds but studiously avoiding the one place that needed his touch the most.

“You are so wet!” he exclaimed as he dipped his fingers into her opening and felt the slick moisture that drenched her and her panties. “I want to know how you taste, sweetheart.”

She moaned as he drew his fingers way too lightly over her sensitive nub, giving her a frustratingly feathery flick. Something wet touched her nipples, and she realized it was his finger, covered in her juices. She needed to come so badly, and it only got worse as he lowered his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it. With his other hand, he began to play with her other breast.

“You taste like saltwater taffy,” he murmured against her breast. “Sweet and salty and musky. Just the candy I like best.”

Now, she was in a frenzy and cried out in frustration as he suddenly stopped. He got up off the mattress and quickly pulled off her boots and stripped off her jeans and panties, leaving her completely naked while he was completely clothed. She wondered at her own incredible arousal at feeling so exposed and vulnerable. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she was loving it and even craving more.

“Oh please!” she cried out. “I need you!”

“Not another word,” Declan ordered, and the harshness of his voice thrilled her.

He kissed her lips as if to seal them with his touch, and he gently caressed her waist, running his hands down to her hips and thighs. He trailed his kisses down between her breasts and over her belly until he reached her mound. With an excruciating deliberateness, he parted her folds and began to taste and tease her.

Ava fought against the words on her lips that burned to be said. Her entire being was focused on one place in her body. No matter how hard she struggled, twisted, and bucked, between the rope on her wrists and Declan’s hands, she was held securely in place. He set the pace for her pleasure, bringing her mind-numbingly close to ecstasy then pulling back.

Her words melted away, and all that was left were incoherent whimpers of need. Declan lifted her hips with his hands, easily holding her off the mattress and taking away what little leverage she had had to move against his mouth. Now, the only way for her to reach her bliss was through Declan’s mouth, through his choice and his time.

The feelings of being so completely abandoned, wanton, and helpless thrilled her. Wordless whispers in her mind hinted at dark pleasures, and every nerve in her body was tight from overstretched desire.

“Now, Ava,” Declan growled. “Now!”

He sucked hard on her clit, swiping it roughly with his tongue, and she was flung ashore by wave after wave of pounding pleasure. Her mind completely blanked, and the only thing that existed in that moment was the ecstatic sensation of climaxing. He continued to stroke her even as the pleasure tide began to ebb, stretching out the feelings of bliss until it was almost painful.

Empty, gasping, and limp, she lay still with her eyes closed, shivering with the last twinges of pleasure.

“Look up at me, Ava,” Declan ordered, and she opened her eyes to find he had stripped out of his clothes and was poised above her.

A fresh wave of excitement flowed through her, and she tugged at her bonds, wanting to run her hands over his magnificent, lean, muscled chest. His whole body was amazing, lanky but defined with long muscles. She gazed into his eyes and became trapped in amber.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he eased himself into her. God! He was big! All the brothers were huge. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax her muscles and accept him. With agonizing slowness, he entered her all the way until she could feel him touch her womb.

“Oh my God!” She gasped as he shifted inside her and brushed her G-spot.

Instantly, he nipped her bottom lip and ran a finger over her tired clit, jolting it back to life for a moment.