Caribbean Christmas (8 page)

He shook his head. “I’ll watch.”

She snapped her fingers. “I knew that was your kink.”

“I’m starting to think
you
may be my kink.”

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. But I’m still getting in the water.” She pressed a hand between her breasts, right above the bodice of her suit. He wanted nothing more than to tug it down and tease her nipple rings with his tongue. Damn it.

She climbed to the side, dangled her feet, and slipped into the water with a squeal. He raised a flag to alert anyone who happened by that there was a swimmer in the water, but it was as if they were alone in the world. That was one of the best things about Anguilla. With miles of beach, anyone who wanted a secluded spot could find one. It had made the island a favorite of paparazzi-weary celebrities willing to pay top dollar for the chance to be left alone.

He leaned back against the captain’s seat, one foot on the wheel as he used the electric controls to winch down the mainsail and reef it onto the boom. He could still operate the sails manually, but the new system allowed him to sail by himself in any conditions. Like now, when he wanted his boat to do nothing but float, providing him the best view in the world.

The russet-tinged cliffs, pale sand and crystal clear water were beautiful, but it was the woman dancing her way through the water that drew his attention. She was a strong swimmer, not having bothered with fins or anything other than the mask and snorkel.

She moved with a confidence and grace that captivated him. Yesterday, he could blame his reaction on the champagne or the way her barely there suit had showed off her body. But today, aside from her smart mouth, she’d been nothing but classy. A nice girl with a beautiful face, hot body and wicked sense of humor. She just might be his ideal woman.

Except she was Dutch’s daughter.

She chased fish and followed stingrays for an hour before swimming back to the boat. She climbed aboard, looking flushed and happy, more relaxed than he’d ever seen her.

“I don’t know how you can resist that water. It calls to me.” She squeezed the water from her hair, separating the strands until they kissed her shoulders. “If I lived here, I’d swim every single day. Maybe twice a day if I went diving.”

His heart felt heavy, like it wanted to explode outside of his chest and propel him towards her. A bead of sweat trickled down his back. “I don’t like to leave the boat.”

“When you took down the sail, I thought you might join me. A boat this size isn’t going to drift away in water this still.” She reached behind her and undid the halter tie of her suit. He held his breath, expecting it to fall but when it didn’t budge he figured she’d tailored it too well for that.

“You’re right, she’s barely moved this whole time.”

She traced a finger across the top of her suit, rising and falling with the shape of her breasts. He licked his lips and scanned the horizon, finding nothing within shouting distance.

“You really do like to watch.” She slid a hand through the crocheted top from the side, covering her breasts with one arm before peeling the top half of the suit down with the other. Her belly ring glinted in the sun, her skin glistening from the water. “Kiss me.”

Chapter Eleven

Joe’s pale gaze locked with hers as he brushed their lips together. Gentle at first, a teasing connection, a whisper of heat that spread through her body like a blush. And then firmer with each pass of his lips more complicated than the last, until her mouth opened to his confident demand.

His tongue taunted her, revisiting the memory of how thoroughly he’d used it last night. She relaxed more, welcoming him into her until the world faded and all that mattered was his touch. She’d dreamed he’d kiss like this, that he would taste as cool as water and as decadent as sex.

He covered her back with his hands, gliding them along her still-damp skin until he fisted both hands in her wet hair and tugged, tilting her head back until she could deny him nothing. He took the kiss deeper than any she’d ever known and her pussy spasmed right there.
Please, take me now. Right now.

As if he couldn’t feel the need pulsing through her body, he kept up the slow, wet, hungry kiss. She gave herself over to it, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. She moved from side to side, letting the nipple rings work their magic friction.

He pulled her hair harder, breaking the kiss. She stared up at him, panting and open mouthed. His pale eyes glowed with passion, giving her a heady thrill. She’d done that to him.

He bent his head and licked her throat, making her breath catch and her belly flutter. The second time, he licked all the way to her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and his tongue toyed with the loops of her earrings.

His breath felt like steam as he whispered. “Tell me if I hurt you. Your skin is so pale, so flawless, any bruise will stand out. I don’t want to mark you.”

“Don’t you?”

“God help me, I do. But I won’t. Not now.” His big hands circled her rib cage, lifting her onto the teak bench so that his mouth was level with her nipples. He stared up at her as he tongued the piercing, his gaze intent as he took the ring in his teeth and pulled. Her pussy clenched with each slow tug until it felt as if her inner folds had doubled in size. Each shift of her legs heightened the awareness.

Maybe she’d come from just this. It was nearly enough.

He moved his attentions to her other breast, and she threaded her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips as she closed her eyes and rode out the sensation. Her body vibrated and quivered like thunder in the air. She wanted it to go on forever. She wanted him to pull her down and take her without pretense. She just wanted. So much.

He pressed his blunt fingers against her hips and dragged down the rest of her suit. She stepped out and watched as he straightened it, laying it carefully on the bench to dry. He grasped her hips again and licked his lips.

“I can be slow, gentle, if that’s what you need.”

“I don’t think I can take that.” Her pussy felt so full, ripe, she wondered if it might actually have swollen outside of her body. “Just be you, with me. However that is, that’s what I need.”

He grinned up at her, his classic handsome features suddenly seeming naughty. He lifted her off the bench and set her beside him as his gaze scanned around them. She couldn’t see past the orgasm lurking in her future. She reached for him and gripped his full cock through the thin material of his board shorts.

“No hands on the cock.” He slapped her ass and she released him, pulling her belly in and standing up straighter. “You made that rule. Your pussy is the only thing that is going to be enough for me now.”

With his hand on the small of her back, he led her to the stairs and below the deck, not slowing until they were in the small berth. The room held little more than a bed, but they didn’t need anything else. He shucked off his shorts and his long, thick cock stretched up against his taut abs. Now that was a sight she wouldn’t need a picture to remember.

He grabbed the box of condoms from the bed, tore into it and dropped it to the floor as he opened a small package.

“You’ll tell me when you’ve had enough.” He protected them, then stepped to her. He cupped her pussy, massaging her folds before slipping a finger inside her. “I want you to come, and if I hurt you, you won’t be able to.”

She gripped the hard muscles of his arm to keep him there and keep herself up. She licked her lips and wished he would stop talking and start fucking. She rocked her hips against his hand, her mind drunk on need.

He released his hold on her, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them with hungry determination. Her pussy quivered, desire buzzing through her mind like white noise. She sat on the bed and leaned back, inching her way towards the pillows.

She moved one leg up, letting it fall open to the side. Joe’s gaze focused right where she wanted him most.

“I’ve had enough waiting.” She moved her fingers up her inner thigh and spread open her outer lips, exposing her slick flesh to the air.

“No touching yourself.” Joe placed a knee on the bed and then leaned down over her. “If you’re wet for me, it’s for me and not you.”

“God, you’re bossy.” She trailed her fingers up to her belly, toying with her ring. The tiny pulses of pleasure it sent out were not nearly enough.

“Just following some great advice.” He grabbed a pillow and kneeled on the bed between her legs. He guided them open, then helped her lift her hips so he could slide the pillow beneath them. “Tell me when you can’t take anymore.”

She arched up and tweaked one of his nipples. “Fuck me already.”

“I’ll give you want you need. You just tell me when you want more. I have more than you can handle.” He took himself in hand and stroked his thick length along her swollen folds. She hummed and stretched her arms overhead, tilting her hips for more contact.

He teased her opening, then pushed the plump tip inside. The glorious sensation spread out like a firework, tingles moving all the way to her toes.

“More?”

She nodded and moaned as a few more inches stretched her swollen flesh. “More,” she begged before he had a chance to ask.

She chanted the words, hot pleasure filling her every time he pushed deeper. He was so thick, so big, her pussy felt heavy from the weight of his cock, intensifying the sensation. She felt so full she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his back, making more room for him. He moved deeper until she was sure she’d taken all of him.

“More?”

She moaned and wrapped her other leg around him, amazed by the sensation as he continued to fill her in ways no one ever had. He asked her again and she rocked him deeper into her body.

“Sass this is so good, so good.” He pushed forward again and her breath caught. She pressed a hand against her stomach, expecting to feel him there. “Almost there,
schatje
. You can take all of me, can’t you?”

She nodded and he pushed in, his pelvic bone pressing against her clit, his balls resting on her ass. Tension coiled so tight within her she wondered if she’d ever be able to come, ever release this glorious pressure.

He licked her lips and she moaned, unable to respond with her body wound so tight and stuffed with cock. He held himself over her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, tasting and licking as if she were the most delicious thing he’d ever put his lips on.

And then he began to rock his hips.

Pleasure pulsed between her legs and deeper, her womb vibrating, her stomach tightening, even her nipples pulled as tight as they could. Everything in her fell away except for the man pressing himself ever deeper into her body. He swirled his hips, upping the tempo and she could feel it, release just out of her grasp. She reached for it, pressing them tighter until her breath froze in her chest, her world slowed and then stopped.

Tension broke, washing bliss through her body from the inside out. The waves went on and on, each one melting into the next like maple syrup on hot pancakes. Her throat was dry, her voice hoarse as she chanted his name. She thrashed and gripped the sheets, his arms, his back, anything to anchor her to this amazing sensation.

The waves slowed, but before they stopped, he unhooked one of her legs from behind his back and stretched it up to his shoulder. And then he started to thrust.

Breath whooshed out of her with every withdrawal and push. Each stroke grew longer, deeper, harder, until he set the rhythm of her breath with every plunge. She felt so out of control, so blissfully open and sexual, her body pleasuring him, them together.

Tension started to build again, different this time. The friction deep within her doing something else entirely. She arched her neck, her back, her body moving without her intent. Her legs quaked, shaking as her panting breaths became louder, sharper.

She heard her own screams, but it was as if her body had lifted to another realm. She heard them in the same way she heard Joe’s voice, rough with need telling her she was beautiful. Perfect. Amazing. Beautiful. And then he reverted to the guttural language of his native tongue. He said the same things, just with more passion, more honesty.

Her body shook, lurching as an orgasm broke within her. Every muscle went tight before releasing in a pulse of blinding pleasure.

Chapter Twelve

With only the sails for power, the boat cut silently through the water. Saskia laughed as the sloop they’d been racing eased off. Joe didn’t slow, but continued to speed down the eastern shore of the island. She was as skilled a sailor as she claimed, and having someone else aboard with good instincts had him pushing Lola faster than she’d ever gone under his hand.

Saskia moved next to him at the helm, smoothing her hand over his forearm. “She’s fast for sitting so low in the water.”

“She does not sit low,” he retorted on instinct. “She’s fast because she’s happy. A well-cared-for boat sails better.”

She shifted away from him. “Sometimes you sound so much like my father, it’s spooky.”

“There’s a lot to be learned from Dutch.” He thought of the older man, his life in a constant holding pattern because of a woman he hadn’t seen in years, but whom he was still married to. Saskia’s parents had each drawn a line in the sand and were too stubborn to admit ultimatums never worked.