“Are your parents still together?”
She shook her head and drank a sip of wine that Steve had poured her. “No. They divorced. Religious differences.”
“Religious differences?”
“Yeah. She was raised southern Baptist, and he was Satan.”
Steve laughed and then waved his hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve learned to try and find the humor in things. If I didn’t, I think I’d go crazy sometimes.”
He smiled. “I know what you mean. But surely your dad isn’t as bad as that.”
“No, he’s not. He was a great dad, just a lousy husband. I always swore I would never get involved with a pilot.”
She quickly looked away and gulped the rest of her wine. She hadn’t meant to say that or to delve too deeply into her personal life. The less they knew about each other, the better. At least in her opinion.
They finished their dinner in relative silence. Kayla had three glasses of red wine—way more than she should have. It warmed her blood, made her tingly. She watched Steve walk over and turn up the radio. She closed her eyes for a second to try and ease the lightheadedness and dizziness. Soft music floated along the breeze, and she smiled. Jordan again, apparently. Celine was one of her favorites.
He held a hand out to her, and she opened her eyes to stare at his upturned palm. So large and strong, yet so gentle.
“Dance with me?” he asked.
Glancing up at him, she placed her fingers in his. The desire in his deep green eyes flashed, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He tugged her up and into his arms. The warmth of his body seeped into hers as they swayed to the music. The warm night breeze ruffled her skirt and brushed the bare skin of her ass. She’d left her underwear in the room in the hopes she could entice another round of sex. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
His lips were level with her forehead and he placed a light kiss there against her skin, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly. The hand at the small of her back flattened, his fingers splaying then bunching in the fabric of her dress. She moved closer, brushing her nipples against the fabric of his white shirt. They hardened instantly, and she bit down hard on her tongue to keep from moaning and making a fool of herself over something so minor.
He stiffened, then increased the pressure at her back, pulling her closer. His cock pressed into her stomach, and she inwardly smiled as it hardened.
Letting out a deep breath, he rested his forehead against hers. He smelled of Italian food and Polo cologne. She even caught a hint of champagne and strawberries. His lips were so close, and she wanted him to kiss her so badly. Letting go of his hand, she traced his sensual mouth with the tip of her finger.
His hand dipped lower, rubbing across her bottom through the silky material. His other palm slipped under the skirt and squeezed her bare behind.
“Aren’t you the daring vixen,” he whispered.
“I had to think of a way to get you interested,” she purred.
“Sweetheart, I was interested the second I saw you in this dress. Those long legs, that adorable ass.” His palms squeezed both cheeks, rubbing her stomach against his hard cock. “You make me crazy, Kayla.”
His lips burned a trail down the side of her neck, making her flesh break out in goose bumps, and a need built in the pit of her stomach. Her arms slid around his neck and held on. She had to. Her knees were so weak she could barely stand. Tilting her head further back, she made room for him to softly bite where her neck met her shoulder.
“I want to slide my cock inside you. Feel your hot, wet walls ripple along my length. Just like you did earlier,” he moaned against her skin. “You felt so good, Kay.”
Every limb, every muscle bunched and shook with need as his mouth captured hers in a slow, deep kiss that curled her toes. She had to have him. Now.
Chapter 6
“What about the chef and captain?” Kayla asked, barely able to catch her breath as his hands moved along the flesh of her hips and thighs.
“They were told once dinner was served to give us privacy,” he whispered against her lips.
“Oh,” she sighed.
His fingers burned a trail along her ribs and the underside of her breasts, setting her on fire. “I um…” she mumbled, the heat of a blush moving up her cheeks.
Warm, strong hands framed her face as his teeth nipped at her lips. “You what?”
“I brought the um…”
Steve smiled. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
She cringed. “I’m not embarrassed.”
“Then say it. What did you bring?”
She bit her lower lip and inwardly groaned at the blush she could feel heating her face. Damn him. “I brought the vibrator, dildo thing.”
He grinned, mischief shining in his eyes. “Where is it?”
“In my purse. I’ll get it.”
She stepped toward the table, needing the few seconds out of his arms anyway to get herself more under control. She still couldn’t believe she’d told him her fantasy. To have him fuck her pussy, while he fucked her ass with the dildo. Just thinking about it made her skin tingle and her heart skip.
She pulled out the dildo, but Steve took it from her hand.
“Come here,” he said, leading her to the small outdoor sofa along the edge of the railing.
He set her down, placing the dildo on the cushion next to her, and then moved back to the table for a glass of champagne. She watched, mesmerized as he placed the glass on the deck, then removed his shirt. The moonlight played on his tan skin, giving his flesh a silverish sheen. Thick, firm muscles rippled as he moved, and she actually licked her lips in anticipation. She reached out and ran her fingers across his nipple. It beaded into a hard bud before he snatched her hand and brought it to his lips. The tip of his tongue touched her knuckle and a sharp tingle ran up her arm.
“This night is about your fantasy, Kay. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
She swallowed and watched as he slowly moved his palms up the inside of her thighs, pressing them wider.
“My shoes,” she gasped.
He shook his head. “Leave them.”
Lifting her hips, he moved her dress up around her waist, then slid her straps down, exposing her breasts to his primal gaze. The material was now bunched around her waist as he leaned forward and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. She gasped as hot sparks flew from her aching mound straight to her throbbing pussy.
Before switching to the other breast, he fisted the material in his hands and lifted it over her head. For a split second, she felt uncertain. Covering herself, she glanced inside the yacht.
Steve tugged her hands down, pinning them at her sides. “Forget about them, sweetheart. They won’t watch.”
“Sure about that?” A warm breeze blew across her exposed skin, and she shivered despite the heat.
His lips quirked. “I told them if they did I would kill them.”
One side of her mouth lifted. “No you didn’t.”
“Are you sure?”
With a grin, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving, exploring. With his hands at the small of her back, he pulled her to the edge of the cushions and rubbed her against his hard shaft. The rough material of his slacks against her swollen clit sent a jolt of white-hot lust to her core.
“Steve,” she murmured between kisses and tightened her thighs against his hips.
He broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the overstuffed pillows behind her. With a devilish quirk of his eyebrow, he tipped the champagne flute and drizzled the drink onto her flesh. She gasped as the cold hit her breasts, then giggled when he began to slowly lick it from her heated skin.
His teeth bit at her extended nipple and she yelped, but then moaned as he gently suckled it. The man was driving her insane.
Taking a sip of what was left of the champagne, he held it in his mouth, then leaned over. Tugging at her lower lip
, he opened her mouth and kissed her, allowing the champagne to flow from his mouth to hers. It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done, and she shivered from head to toe.
Moving lower, his mouth nipped along her hips, then moved to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy screamed for his mouth, and she raised her hips, silently begging him to taste her.
Finally his tongue made a long, slow sweep up her slit, and she gulped in a rush of air.
“God, you are so sweet, Kayla.”
He lapped hungrily at her opening, the tip of his nose teasing her sensitive nub. Oh, God, she was so close. Her hips moved in time with the thrust of his tongue, her fingers scraped at his scalp, trying to pull him closer. His hot mouth sipped and plundered, bringing her ever closer, then pulling back leaving her orgasm just out of her grasp.
He reached for the dildo and pushed it into her dripping channel. She bucked her hips, pulling it deeper. “Oh, yes.”
“No, no,” he admonished playfully and slid the dildo out. “You’re not coming yet.”
“Damn you, Steve!” she snapped.
He just chuckled and moved the head of the dildo between the cheeks of her ass. His teeth made soft bites at her labia while he gently slid the dildo up the tight channel of her bottom.
She moaned at the almost painful stretching, but once it was in place, the pain went away, leaving a feeling of fullness that sent heat up her spine. Slowly, he moved it in and out, letting her body become accustomed to the sensation, the movement.
“Do you still want this, Kayla?” he rasped, his voice strained with passion.
“Oh, God yes. If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to wring your neck.”
Pushing the toy in as far as it would go, he helped her to move to her knees, her back facing him. With a quick tug, he undid his slacks, freeing his engorged shaft. He quickly slid on a condom then positioned his rod at her opening. The head of his cock slipped into her wet opening, filling her even more.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to be tight.”
But Kayla couldn’t wait any longer and pushed back against him. With a growl, he shoved forward, burying himself balls deep. Kayla screamed in pleasure as he stretched her to the edge of pain, the dual sensation of him and the dildo almost too much.
His fingers pulled at the toy as he drove his cock in and out, moving them together in a steady rhythm. She gasped at the added fullness but moved with him. “Oh, my God,” she groaned, as her body became more accustomed to the invasion and pleasure soared through her.
“Is this what you wanted, Kayla?” he purred from behind her.
“Yes. It feels so good.”
“Oh, hell yeah it does,” Steve mumbled.
“Steve,” she screamed as her release slammed through her hard. Her pussy gripped his cock over and over while the walls of her anus pulsed around the dildo. She’d never felt anything like it. Every muscle in her body quaked, every nerve tingled.
In a quick move, he pushed the dildo deep and turned her to face him. “Come here,” he said as he sat on the sofa and lifted her onto his lap. She straddled his cock and slid down, taking every inch of his thick shaft. She whimpered as the pulsing sensations began again, consuming her.
His hands guided her hips, moving her in a quick, deep rhythm that enhanced her pleasure. Her clit brushed his groin and she sighed as her release came again, stronger than before. “Oh, God. Steve. I can’t,” she whimpered, unsure she wouldn’t pass out from the intensity.
“Come with me, Kay. Let me feel your tight walls squeeze my cock again.”
His whispered, passionate, dirty words were all it took to make her explode in his arms.
“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it,” he growled. Throwing his head back, he pushed deep and shouted her name into the night sky.
Kayla collapsed onto his chest. She was vaguely aware of him removing the dildo and settling his arms around her back.
“I can’t fucking move,” she mumbled against his rapidly beating heart.
His chuckle rumbled against her cheek and she smiled sleepily. “Then don’t.” His arms tightened around her, his voice soft as a caress. “Stay right here. Right where you belong.”
Chapter 7
Steve settled Kayla under the down comforter in the master suite of the yacht. For a moment, he sat on the side of the bed watching the slow rise and fall of her chest in sleep. She looked as though she might be having a bad dream. Her brow creased and her eyes fluttered under her closed lids.
“Shh,” he whispered close to her ear. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
He lightly swept her bangs from her face and stood. He needed some air to think. Stepping out onto the deck, he studied the water spread before him, reflecting the light of the full moon. The ocean was calm, quiet. Even the yacht was silent, the motors shut down for the night.
What had he been thinking earlier? Right where you belong? But she did. She’d felt so right encased in his embrace. He’d wondered earlier if he was in love with her, and he did again.
A strong breeze blew and knocked something off the table. The thunk caught his attention, and he looked to the floor. It was Kayla’s small purse, beside it a thin pink plastic box. Squatting down, he picked it up, flipping it over to see the typed information on the back. Birth control pills.
He’d been tested for HIV. He should ask her if she had. He would like nothing more than making love to her with nothing between them.
Making love? Since when had he stopped calling it sex? For a moment he imagined himself with a child like Nicole. She was such a sweetheart with the most beautiful and heart-tugging smile. She’d been the daughter he thought he’d never have and he’d been okay with that. But now, he could see himself with a girl of his own with beautiful blue eyes like her mother’s. Like Kayla’s.
He studied the pills, then slipped them back into her purse. His hands shook with the knowledge his head had finally caught up with his heart.
Son of a bitch. I’m in love with her.
Now how the hell was he going to make her love him?
* * * *
Kayla remained silent, pretending sleep until the door softly clicked shut. Opening her eyes, she stared out the window across from the bed. He’d been so sweet to her just then, but she couldn’t let him get to her heart.
At first, when they were outside earlier, she hadn’t been sure she’d heard him correctly. Right where she belonged? Was he saying she belonged with him? In his arms?
She’d admit, being held by him was the safest, most secure she’d ever felt in her life, but she just couldn’t fall in love with a pilot. It would be nothing but heartache. A lonely life where her husband was only there a third of the time. Her mother had been miserable. She refused to live her life that way.
The door opened, and she quickly shut her eyes, once again pretending to be asleep. His warm body settled behind her. His arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer.
Instinctively, she snuggled, her body molding to his from her feet to their shoulders. They fit together so perfectly, so right. He kissed the back of her head, the gesture so sweet, so loving it brought a lump to her throat, and she swallowed.
God help her. She was in love with him.
* * * *
Something tickled the side of her neck, and she swatted at it, but whatever it was came back, softly skimming along the flesh behind her ear, making her shiver.
With a jerk, she opened her eyes and stared into Steve’s smiling ones.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s about time you woke up.”
He brushed a feather across her nose, and she grinned. “What time is it?” she asked as she stretched her arms over her head.
“That makes such a beautiful picture,” he mumbled, his lips warm and soft against her cheek.
“Does my stretching turn you on?” She slid her foot up his leg, teasing the hairs.
He chuckled. “You little minx. There’s not a damn thing about you that doesn’t turn m
e on.”
She grinned. His hair was a mess with a few strands standing straight up. He looked like a little boy just waking from a long nap. Except for the stubble that covered his lower face. Now that was sexy.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
Yeah, for you. “I have to be up for a while first. But I could use some coffee.”
“I brought a carafe from the galley earlier. I’ll get us a cup.”
She watched him slip from the bed and walk naked to the dresser. Her gaze roamed over his tight ass and firm thighs. The muscles of his back rippled as he scratched at his head, and her flesh heated with the memory of the night before.
Trying to take her mind off the sex, she glanced toward the window. The morning sunlight streamed through, lighting the tiny room. The blue expanse of the ocean was all she could see for miles. “Are we still at sea?” she asked.
“Yes. We have the boat until noon.” He glanced at his watch. “Which means we have about three hours.” He handed her a cup of steaming coffee. “Careful. It’s hot.”
She sat up and took the mug in both hands. “Thank you.” Putting her nose over the steam, she inhaled the scent of Jamaican Blue Mountain. “It smells wonderful. I’ve got to remember to get some of this before we head home. Blue Mountain was always my favorite. But it’s so expensive in the States.”
“I know. It’s my mom’s too. I always get her some when I fly here.”
She glanced at him in surprise and quickly swallowed her sip. “I’ve never heard you mention your family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No. Just me and my mom. You?”
“I have a sister, but she lives in California, so we don’t talk much.”
He sat on the side of the bed, facing her. “You have free travel, you should go see her.”
She sighed, settling back against the headboard. “I know. I just never seem to find the time. Plus she’s really busy with her life. We keep in touch through email so I guess that’ll have to do for now.”
“Is she older or younger?”
“Older by three years. I’m the baby.”
“And spoiled rotten, I’ll bet,” he teased.
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