by Box Set
“How many rules do you have about kissing?”
At least a dozen. “None that matter,” she breathed, turning to face him. They were squeezed into the small cockpit, the wheel on one side and the captain’s chair on the other. Thank goodness she’d moved it back and out of the way. She kept one hand on the wheel, and pressed the other against his chest. Hard muscle flexed against her palm.
“I’m not sure I believe you,” he said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She swayed against him. “I’m starting to think you re-write a lot of my rules.”
“In a good way?” He curved over her, his hand still on her neck. His thumb rubbed back and forth along the line of her jaw.
“I think so.” Her pulse was fluttering out of control—and perfectly, improbably, blissfully cool with that fact. At least for tonight, her body wanted this man in a fierce, uncontrolled way.
“You let me know if that changes,” he breathed as he lowered his mouth to hers.
“Okay.” And that was the last word she said for a long, sweet stretch of time, because Quinn’s lips were on hers and talking paled in comparison to that.
Quinn’s kisses were like everything else about him. Slow, dirty, and really, really fun.
When was the last time she’d had a first kiss like this? Maybe never. Her heart pounded in her chest as he stroked her face with his fingertips and slower-than-slowly found his way under her skin.
His lips caressed hers, back and forth, then a little harder, easing hers apart just enough for his tongue to slide against her skin. A taste. A tease. When she sighed, he did it again, and this time her tongue darted out to meet his. As soon as she did that, he fisted his hand in her hair, holding her into his kiss as he slide his tongue against hers. More than a taste now, more than a tease. Still slow, and definitely dirty, but serious. A kiss that meant business. A kiss that promised a hard, dirty fuck, and didn’t that just make her head spin, because she was one that was supposed to fuck his brains out.
She was supposed to kiss him silly.
Blood pounded in her ears as she warred inside her head, because this felt good. This felt right. And all the things she was supposed to do—have a career in the army, be a hard-as-nails top, take charge and enforce boundaries because behind them she was safe—all of that went out the window as soon as Quinn kissed her.
Well, the career shit had gone out the window before the kiss, but there was something about the way that Quinn consumed her that made her think about it now in a different way.
He tugged on her hair. Gently, just a wee bit of communication. Hey, lady, pay attention to me fucking your mouth. Right. She sighed and smiled against his lips as he pulled back.
Instead of reprimanding her, because that wouldn’t go over well and he clearly knew that, he just nuzzled his lips against her cheek, murmuring a nothing string of sounds that made her wet between the legs. Then he traced the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue before whispering, “you gonna let go of the wheel?”
She laughed against his mouth and threw both arms around his neck. “There. Better?”
“Much.”
This time, she kissed him as much as he kissed her, and they slowly spun around in a circle. Even though he was significantly bigger than her, Quinn was pretty easy to move around, and when she pressed his back against the wheel, he spread his legs wide and let her have at him. Running her hands over his torso, she kissed his jaw, his neck, enjoying the way his throat worked under her lips. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck again and climbed him like a tree.
Laughing, he palmed her ass and nipped at her lips, his teeth scraping her in a way she usually liked to deliver but from Quinn, very much liked to receive.
“Again,” she breathed.
He dragged his open mouth down her neck.
“Quinn…”
“Yes,” he growled. “Say my name.”
She did, over and over again until she was quite certain someone else had taken over her body. Responding to teeth and growls and fingerprints so tight on her ass she’d probably have bruises in the morning? Who was this pliant hussy and what had she done with Leah Saunders?
She couldn’t quite bring herself to care as Quinn’s questing fingers moved up her rib cage.
He, however, seemed to remember that this wasn’t exactly the plan. He stopped, although his heavy breathing assured her he was similarly affected. With a gruff crack to his voice, he fixed his gaze on her. “Dinner?”
She blinked at him. It took a few beats to remember that she’d offered him food. She exhaled roughly. “Yes.” Twisting around to look in all directions, she gestured toward the aft deck beyond the cockpit. “There?”
“I’ll get the basket.”
She dug out a soft blanket from under the bench cushion and stretched it out, then turned on two LED lanterns. They had a gorgeous view of the sun, now dipping low on the horizon.
“Great view,” he said gruffly as he settled next to her. She leaned against his arm and nodded, her gaze still hanging on the brilliant orange and pink rays smeared across the sky. He kissed her temple. “And the sunset’s nice, too.”
She blushed. “That’s a sweet line.”
“Not a line.”
She glanced sideways and did a double-take when she realized he was blushing, too.
He gave her a rueful grin. “If I’m gonna serve you up a line, it’ll be dirty. Like, great view. Be even better if those rays were painting your naked flesh.”
“That could be arranged.”
“Now?”
“What about dinner?”
“Ah.” He paused a beat. “Although I’m only hungry for you.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “Now that’s a solidly dirty line.”
“Did it work?”
She took a deep breath and stroked her hands over the floaty fabric of her sundress, then nodded.
Chapter Five
Quinn’s pulse thudded heavy in his veins as Leah pressed him back against the bulkhead and stood, her dress gathered in her fists. Her thighs flashed at him, tan and curvy and strong. His mouth ran dry. Yeah, he wanted her naked for him to love and lick and worship in every possible way.
But even more he wanted it to be on her terms, in the way that made her hottest.
Putting a halt to their make out session had taken an insane amount of willpower. Holding back from flirting hadn’t met with the same success. He only had so much restraint, and suggesting dinner had used it all up.
And who needed food when he could feast on her?
She rocked on her bare feet to a silent beat he couldn’t hear but could see in the pulse of her thighs, the sway of her hips. It was hypnotic as she spun in a slow circle, her skirt high enough for him to see her lush bottom, barely contained in a white crochet bikini that made him throb. Another circle and she had her dress over her head, then away, dangling like a flag from her fingertips as she came closer again.
The matador urging the bull to charge.
He rose to his knees, reaching for her hips, but she spun away before he could touch her.
“Take your swimsuit off,” he told her. “Let me see you.”
A slow, wicked smile was her only response. He adjusted himself when she turned around again, her back to him, but fuck if that didn’t help at all, because she reached back—how flexible was she?—and in two flicks, her top was gone.
“Turn around.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Bossy.”
“Hungry.”
Her breath hitched and she turned again. Her breasts swayed, heavy and lush. Her tan faded in gradients, but the roundest, sweetest part of her breasts were pale and topped with large, light brown nipples. Fuck him. He wanted her in his mouth and under his body, now.
“You’re killing me,” he growled. “Get over here.”
She lowered to her knees just out of reach, then kept going, as if she were floating down to the blanket. “You get ove
r here.”
He pounced like a starving man, filling his hands with her tits as he took her mouth, hard and fast. She tasted like sun-warmed skin and coconut oil. He slicked his tongue down her neck, over the soft curve between her plumped up breasts, then sucked on her nipples, back and forth until she writhed for him.
With a gentle scrape of his teeth, he whispered a promise to come back to them again, then kissed down her torso. Her muscles trembled for him as he teased his fingers along the edges of her swimsuit bottoms.
“You can undo those,” she breathed, and that was all the permission he needed. Two tugs and she was naked for him, her hips pressing into the air as he fit himself between her legs.
She was completely bare, her folds swollen and her slit glistening in the setting sun. Fucking hell. Her pussy was wet for him, and he couldn’t wait a second longer for a taste.
He dropped to his belly, finding a position that worked for his cock as much as it did his mouth, and he licked her slit from bottom to top, then down again. She bloomed for him, inviting his tongue deeper into her pussy.
God, she was impossibly smooth. Even as he licked her, she made him think of what could come next. He wanted to rub his cock through her folds, nudge it against her clit, spank her with the heavy length of it until she begged him to get inside her. And even then, he’d still take his time. Savor the press as she took him into her body. Watch as her juices clung to him, made him wet as he pulsed in and out, working his way into her hot, tight hole.
Fuck, he was a dirty man. And he wanted to do dirty, depraved things to her.
He rocked his tongue against her clit, flexing it firmly.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she purred.
“You like that? My tongue on your clit? You’re getting so wet for me.”
“Love it. More. Lick me lower.”
He did just that, sliding down, then flicking back up again. Lick. Flick. Lick, longer this time. Lower. Her hips curled up, inviting him to go further, and he followed the curve of her body until she gasped.
“Quinn!” His name on her lips, a bright, surprised reaction, was better than fireworks or a ticker tape parade. “Oh, yes!”
He eased himself up onto his forearms, rising over her, bringing her body with him so she was curved up. Her pussy on display. A feast for one, and he gorged himself.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging, holding him in place as she rocked shamelessly, rutting against his tongue and his wide-open mouth. Give it to me, he begged silently, his mouth too busy to voice the command out loud.
She gave it anyway, squeezing his head between her thighs, then falling back to the blanket in a shuddering mess.
She was beautiful beyond words.
One week, five days, wasn’t long enough.
As he kissed his way up her inner thigh, he promised himself he’d find a way to get up to the state of Washington before too long.
She reached for his hand and tugged him lie beside her on the blanket. He rolled her onto her side and fit behind her, so they could watch the sunset together, but it didn’t take long for her to start pressing her naked bottom back against his cock. Only the fabric of his shorts separated them, and it wasn’t enough to keep his dick from panting for more attention.
“Your turn,” she whispered, snaking her hand between their bodies. She fumbled with the lacing at his waistband, so he helped her, their fingers tangling together, and then she had his cock in her hand and nothing had ever felt better.
She turned and jerked him slowly as she looped her other arm around his neck, pulling him close for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and wet lips.
He shoved his shorts down his legs. He wanted them both naked, their limbs entwined. She pressed tighter against him, the softness of her breasts a tantalizing counter to the sureness of her grip as they rolled, tumbling together until he was on his back and she was kneeling between his legs.
His turn indeed.
Her hand moved faster now, a firm squeeze around his cock that tightened as he groaned for her.
“Are you going to come for me? I want you to coat my hand, Quinn. Let’s see how far the first shot can fly, and then I’m going to milk the rest out of you.”
Jesus, she had a mouth on her, and he loved it. Darkness crowded the corners of his vision as she stroked him faster. He wanted to tell her to squeeze him even harder, but words were beyond him. All he could do was grunt, then tip back his head and shout as she did exactly what he wanted anyway. Yes, fuck, yes, that, heaven fucking help him, he was gonna die from how good it was.
A fucking hand job.
His legs started to shake and his hips jerked completely of their own volition. He was gonna spray her with his come. Her tits, her hand, maybe even her pretty, angelic face, all tan and glowing in the lantern light as she tugged on his fucking dick.
“Angel…” he groaned, a stretched out, gasping endearment as her hand flew up and down his shaft.
“Such a good boy,” she murmured, and his balls clenched. He was nobody’s boy…except Christ, he was close now. Boiling need surged forward. To mark her, claim her, service her. Be good for her.
He sucked in a last, desperate breath and held it as she pulled him around the corner of no-return and sent him flying.
Chapter Six
Leah held Quinn’s softening cock in her hand until he was through his climax, then she scampered to the small bathroom below and grabbed a washcloth. Back on deck, she was glad she’d lit the two lanterns because it was quickly fading to pitch black beyond the shadowed edges of the boat.
“We may have missed the sunset,” Quinn rasped as she cleaned him up.
“I don’t know.” She grinned, feeling pretty satisfied with herself—and him. “I think we got the best part of it.”
“I’ll say.” He lifted his arm, and she slid against his body, resting her head on his shoulder. “That was incredible. And we didn’t even get to the condoms I packed.”
She snorted. “Always prepared.”
“You know it.” She fluttered her fingertips against his side, and he shuddered. “What? I didn’t know how long you’d keep me your captive prisoner on this boat. Gotta be ready for anything.”
She snuggled closer, smoothing her palm out to stroke his skin more firmly. Nicer. A rewarding pet for a job well done. “How long can I keep you here?”
“I think that depends on how much food they packed us.”
“Damn it, I forgot to tell them I needed stores for a complete kidnapping scenario,” she said dryly. “So just dinner, then.”
He looked into the darkness beyond the boat. “We could head back in time for breakfast. My resort makes a mean waffle.”
So they could sleep together. She rolled her lower lip through her teeth. He’d made the offer. It was for her to accept or counter or reject, and her heart was screaming at her that the only option was the first one. “Waffles?”
“You think you could handle more of my company?”
She climbed on top of him and cupped his face in her hands. “It would be my pleasure. And yours if you continue to be good.”
His stomach growled, and he grinned. “Do you think we should finally eat that dinner?”
It wasn’t that funny, but Leah dissolved into giggles and didn’t stop until Quinn had rolled her onto her back and kissed her into silence.
“Seriously,” he breathed against her lips. “I’m starving. And no longer just for you.”
“Then let’s eat,” she whispered back, even though at that moment she wanted his weight to press down on her forever.
He helped her up, then opened the basket. There were individual containers of coleslaw, skewered meat, dipping sauces, hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit, and a chocolate truffle selection she almost pounced on before remembering her manners. “They’ve put soda in here,” he said, twisting around. “But I’ve got a bottle of wine if we’re not going to be sailing again tonight.”
“No, I don’t think we will be.” She gig
gled again as he leaped up. Definitely not going anywhere any time soon. Quinn Parry had energy to burn, and she planned to put him through his paces.
They’d stumbled into the small bed in the cabin, happily full of food and wine, and fooled around again before falling asleep, sated and sweat-slicked. Even though they’d talked casually about the condoms he’d brought, Leah hadn’t made any move past the super-dirty versions of second and third base they’d hit over and over again.
So when he woke up at dawn with her mouth on his cock and a firm hand planted on his chest, he assumed he was getting a morning blow job.
Which he was, but as soon as she figured out he was awake, she pulled off with a slurp that made his nuts ache and wiggled a condom in the air. “Good morning.”
“It certainly is.” He hesitated, because he didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but Leah deserved his full consideration on this point. On every point, really. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to put those to use.”
She ripped open the foil and slicked her fingers over the lubricated latex as she eyed his flexing cock. “I don’t always. I like the other stuff a lot. Sometimes that’s all I want. And a girl can never be too safe. Is that cool?”
“One hundred percent.” He was down with whatever she wanted. Getting off was getting off, and it was even better with her.
“But last night was…” She licked her lips and shrugged. “It was really good. And I woke up wanting you. I didn’t think you’d mind?”
“Mind? I don’t. I won’t, ever. Feel free to wake me up like that all week.”
“I just might.” She took a deep breath. “And now…I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” He wanted that, too. “It’s okay if we don’t.”
“I know. And that’s why I want to.”
He exhaled roughly as she sheathed him, then swung her leg over his body, trapping his cock between his belly and her very wet pussy. “God, yes. Rub yourself on me. I wanted to do this last night.”
“You did?” She made an appreciative, earthy moan as she rocked herself against his length. “Oh, yeah. You feel good. Hard and long. You’re going to feel so big pushing into me.”
