by Marie Force
She swallowed frantically, trying to form words. “No.”
He settled her back against him, spreading her legs wide so they were on either side of his and working her clit and nipple from behind. “I told you a swim was what we needed to cool off.”
Her shaky laugh drew one from him, too. This is utter insanity! Then he flexed his thighs, opening her farther so he could cup her sex where they were joined. He barely moved, and yet he managed to take her to the brink with just the angle of his penetration, the press of his fingers and the brush of his whiskers on the back of her neck.
She covered his hand to keep him from removing it and directed his attention to the place that throbbed for him. Impossibly, he opened her even farther, stretching her nearly to the point of pain as he drove deeper into her, making her come hard against their joined hands.
His arms banded tight around her as he followed her, groaning against her ear as he heated her from the inside. He lifted her off him and turned her to face him, sliding his arms around her and sinking into a deep kiss that had her tingling all over again.
She turned away from the kiss.
“What?”
“That’s it, buster. All you’re getting tonight.”
“We’re just getting started.”
“No, we’re just getting finished.”
“Come on…” He tweaked her nipples and surged to life under her.
“Oh my God, you’re a freaking machine!”
“Not usually.”
“Stop pretending like this is something special when we both know we’re just scratching an itch.” The words came out more harshly than she’d intended, and judging from the way his muscles tightened with tension she’d scored a direct hit. “Sorry, but come on… We both know what this is. And what it isn’t.”
“So you have this kind of chemistry with everyone? That pink-shirt dude… He turns you on the way I do?”
He had her there, Jenny thought. “No, but—”
Alex’s lips stifled her words. “No buts. We’re hot together, and there’s no denying that.”
“Maybe so, but you don’t even know my last name or where I come from.”
“Your last name is Wilks, and you come from the South, judging by the accent you slip into whenever you’re annoyed, which is often when I’m around.”
“How do you know my last name?”
“I asked someone.”
“Who did you ask?”
“None of your business.”
Jenny struggled to get free of him, but she was no match for the tight band of his muscular arms.
“Stop,” he said, laughing softly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I asked Owen earlier, and he told me your name.”
“Great,” she said with a groan. “He’ll go home and tell Laura you were asking about me, and they’ll be on me like bees on honey tomorrow.”
“No, they won’t. I told him you were pissed at me for showing up so early to mow the grass out here.”
“You did?”
Nodding, he nibbled on her bottom lip and managed to scramble her brain until she nearly forgot the sort-of argument they were having. “Hold on.” With his hands cupping her ass, he stood and walked them to the beach.
Jenny kept her arms and legs tight around him as he went directly to the stairs and carried her all the way to her bedroom. By the time they got there, they were dry again. “Is it always this hot here in the summer?”
“Never like this.” He came down on top of her, settling into the V of her legs and pinning her hands over her head.
“No more,” she said in a tone that barely convinced her, and judging from the grin that lit up his face, he wasn’t convinced either. “I mean it.”
“Okay.” His lips moved on her neck as his big body kept her pinned to the mattress, surrounding her with his strength, the musky scent of sex and salt water and his obvious desire for her that pulsed against her belly.
“Turn over,” she said.
“Don’t want to.”
“My turn to be in charge.”
“I thought we were done.”
“Are you saying no?”
“Definitely not.” He released her hands and did as she asked, flopping onto his back, knees raised and arms curled above his head.
Jenny licked her lips as she eyed the sexy man laid out before her. She could touch him and kiss him anywhere she wanted to, which filled her with a sense of her own power, especially when his eyes heated with obvious desire. His erection lengthened, stretching to above his navel. Being the devil that he was, he let his legs fall open, almost daring her to put her focus where he wanted it most.
Recalling the way he’d tortured her, she ran her hands up the insides of his legs, taking her time and making him wait for what he wanted, the same way she’d had to. She let her hair drag over his erection, making him groan as he lifted his hips.
“Patience,” she said mockingly.
He barked out a laugh. “Ain’t got none.”
“Get some.”
The more he tried to control her, the longer she made him wait. Despite the recent swim, he broke out in a sweat when she dragged her breasts over his chest and groin.
“Motherfucker,” he whispered fiercely, making her smile. He did have a way with a swear word.
“My mother would wash your mouth out with soap if she heard you talking that way,” Jenny said in a prim, scolding tone.
“My mother tried to wash the dirty words out of my mouth, but they haven’t invented a soap strong enough.” He slid his hands into her hair, pressing on the back of her head to tell her what he wanted. “I want to wash your mouth out with something other than soap.”
“Oh my God, you’re so fresh!”
His laughter made his abs quiver, which caught her attention.
She licked and nibbled his eight-pack until his laughter morphed into a groan and the pressure of his fingers in her hair became almost painful. That was when she decided to have mercy on him and ran her tongue over the rigid length of his arousal.
He released a sharp gasp that became yet another groan. “Jenny.”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Yes?”
“For Christ’s sake, don’t stop.”
“Then be quiet and let me concentrate.”
“Yes, please concentrate. You wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
He was really quite irreverent but also enormously entertaining. “Shhh.” This was said against his straining shaft. She wrapped her hand around the base and squeezed. How could he be so hard after coming the way he had—twice? As she stroked him, she ran her tongue over the tip, dipping into the slit and then under to tease the sensitive skin below the head.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s good.”
Jenny held back a laugh as she took him into her mouth while keeping a firm grip on the base. This was another thing she hadn’t done since she’d lost Toby, and she hoped she remembered how. She didn’t want to think about Toby right now, not when Alex was so vibrant and alive under her, begging her with the subtle movement of his hips to take him deeper.
She opened her mouth wider and let him slide toward her throat as she cupped his balls.
He fisted handfuls of her hair and arched his back, swearing softly under his breath as she licked and sucked and applied gentle pressure to his most sensitive area.
Her lips were stretched almost to the point of pain as he got impossibly harder.
“Stop,” he cried.
She knew he was warning her that he was on the brink, so she gave him a taste of his own medicine and backed off, leaving him sweating and panting for the release she’d denied him.
He fell back to the mattress and released a harsh laugh as he continued to breathe heavily and throb in her hand. “So mean.”
“Revenge is a bitch, and so am I,” Jenny teased, continuing to stroke him with her tongue.
“No, you’re not,” he said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear a
nd running his finger over her cheek. “However, I wouldn’t be opposed to some more of that.”
With only her lips touching him, she said, “Hmmm, let me think about that.”
He startled from the electric connection of her vibrating lips. “You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Most definitely not.”
He gave her a curious look that quickly became something else entirely when she took him into her mouth, lashing him with her tongue as she applied gentle suction. His entire body trembled and his grip on her hair tightened.
“Jenny…” he said on a long sigh as his back arched. “Jenny.” The second time he said her name more urgently, which was the only warning she got before he came in her mouth. “Goddamn.”
She wiped her hand across her tingling lips.
“Come here.” He held out his arms to her and brought her to lie on top of him. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“Good to know I haven’t forgotten how to do that,” she said and instantly regretted the telling statement.
“You’ve definitely not forgotten. You made me crazy, but I suspect that was your goal.”
“Turnabout is fair play.” She loved the way he held her. She loved the way he smelled of soap and clean sweat and salt water. She loved a lot of things about the way she felt when she was with him. Despite all this love she was feeling, she reminded herself what this was about—and what it wasn’t.
There was no reason that she could think of why a woman her age couldn’t have a hot summer affair that was all about sex. People did it all the time, right? Just because she’d never done it didn’t mean she couldn’t start now with something new and different. She’d certainly had enough of the status quo. Maybe a hot summer affair was just what she needed to shake things up before she moved on to a more significant relationship.
“I can almost hear you thinking,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair, making her scalp tingle along with her lips. He tapped a finger on her forehead. “What goes on in there?”
“Nothing much. You’ve managed to fry most of my brain cells tonight.”
“You fried most of mine, too.”
As his chest hair tickled her nose, Jenny smiled. It was good to know they were equally affected by what had transpired between them.
“Could I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she said tentatively.
“You said it’s been a long time since you did this, which leads me to wonder why a gorgeous, sexy woman like yourself would choose to live alone in a lighthouse.”
Her brain was stuck on the words “gorgeous, sexy woman.”
“Living in this lighthouse, on this island, has been very good for me, believe it or not.”
“Have you ever been married?”
The question as well as his curiosity took her by surprise. “No. You?”
“Nope. Engaged?”
Jenny closed her eyes tight. “Once.”
“What happened?”
“It… He, um…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. We’ve all got stuff we’d rather not talk about.”
While she was relieved that he wasn’t going to push her for answers, she suddenly wanted to know what he’d rather not talk about. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him about Toby, but she knew how that story changed things. It made people look at her differently, and she didn’t want Alex looking at her differently. Not yet anyway. If this continued, eventually he’d ask again and she’d have to tell him. But for now, she liked the fact that he didn’t know about her awful tragedy.
“Are you roasting with me on top of you?” she asked.
“Not too bad.”
As much as she didn’t want to move, it was way too hot to stay pressed together sharing body heat. “How do you feel about a very cold shower?”
“That sounds like heaven.” He released her, and Jenny stood, acutely aware of her nudity, which was rather foolish in light of what they’d done together.
She bit back a groan when her already sore muscles protested the movement. Tomorrow—or I guess it’s today now—will be fun. With him following her, she went into the adjoining bathroom, where the small shower stall had just enough space for both of them. Jenny turned on the water, set it to cool and retrieved towels from under the sink.
“This place is so awesome,” Alex said as he took in the bathroom.
“It’s got everything I need along with the most amazing view.”
Standing pressed together in the shower, they rinsed off salt water, sand and sex, taking turns washing each other. He even massaged shampoo into her hair. His tenderness was somehow harder to process than the raw erotic side he’d shown her earlier.
“I should go,” he said when they were clean, dry and wrapped up in towels.
“You don’t have to go yet. Unless you want to.”
“I don’t really want to.” He ran his fingers down her arm, took her hand and led her back to bed.
“We should change the sheets. They’re all sandy and gross.” She crossed the room to the trunk where she kept extra linens and retrieved clean sheets.
“Did you paint that?” he asked of the painting of her view propped on an easel.
“Yes, that’s my masterpiece.”
He took a closer look. “It’s really good.”
“Thanks. Maybe someday I’ll actually finish it.”
Working together, they changed the sheets.
When the bed was made, he came over to her side and tugged at the towel she’d knotted above her breasts. “It’s too hot to sleep in anything other than the altogether.”
She let him remove her towel and watched as he dropped his into a pile on the floor next to hers. “As long as you know we’re not getting these clean sheets dirty.”
Laughing, he followed her into bed. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s not.”
He turned on his side to face her. “You’re pretty far away over there.”
She turned on her side. “Better?”
“Still too far away.”
She slid a bit closer. “It’s too hot for much more than this.”
He placed a hand on her hip over the sheet. “Is it too hot for this?”
“I suppose that would be okay.”
Lifting himself on one arm, he leaned in to kiss her softly. “I had a really, really good time tonight after a really, really shitty day. Thank you for that.”
She caressed his face, running her thumb over the stubble on his jaw. “I had a really good time, too.”
Alex smiled and kissed her again before he settled on the pillow next to hers. “Are you sure it’s okay if I stay? You won’t get in lighthouse-keeper trouble or anything?”
“It’s fine,” she said with a chuckle.
“I should go home, but my brother is there, and I’m so damned comfortable here.”
“Relax and get some sleep while you can.”
He brought their joined hands to his chest, where Jenny could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart. Long after he fell asleep, she was awake thinking about how much she liked him and how strangely connected she felt to him despite her plans to keep her emotional distance from a man who’d initially seemed all wrong for her.
The more time she spent with him, the more she began to suspect he could actually be all right for her.
Chapter 9
Evan and Owen played the last notes of “Ring of Fire,” played in homage to the heat, and stepped back from the microphones to guzzle the bottled water they’d been drinking all night.
Grace was glad to see Evan taking his own advice about hydrating between beers.
“Damn, it’s a hot one on Gansett,” Owen said to cheers from the crowd. “We’ve got a special treat for you tonight. As you know, my buddy Evan is the owner of the new Island Breeze recording studio right here on Gansett. He’s recorded the first single on the Island Breeze label, and he’s going to debut it here tonig
ht. How lucky are we?”
More cheers from the crowd at the Tiki Bar.
“Oh and Grace,” Owen said, “you’re going to want to come up here, if you would.”
It took a second for Owen’s request to sink in. She glanced left at Laura and right at Stephanie.
“Go,” Steph said, giving her a push. “He’s waiting for you.”
Evan nodded at her, gesturing for her to come to him.
Grace’s heart beat hard and fast as she stood and walked on wobbly legs to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Owen said, “let’s have a round of applause for Evan’s fiancée, Grace Ryan.”
The hooting and hollering from the table full of friends and family as well as everyone else in the bar had Grace burning with embarrassment. She hated being the center of attention, which her fiancé certainly knew.
Owen took her hand and helped her up the stairs.
“I’ll get you for this,” she said under her breath.
“He made me do it,” Owen said as he went down the stairs, leaving Grace alone on stage with Evan.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Evan asked, setting off another round of cheers and whistles.
“You’re a dead man,” she hissed at him.
As if he didn’t have a care in the world, Evan tossed his head back and laughed. “Have a seat in my office, baby.”
When she was settled on the stool Owen had abandoned, Grace folded her hands and tried to ignore the sensation of sweat rolling down her back. So much for the cool shower she’d enjoyed after Evan left earlier.
“I’ve been saving this for a special occasion.” As he spoke into the microphone, he never took his eyes off her. “We met right here just over a year ago, and my lady and I have been making some wedding plans, so I’d say this counts as a special occasion, wouldn’t you?”
More cheers and whistles. She really was going to have to kill him for embarrassing her this way. And then he started to strum his guitar, and everything faded away except for him and the music and the words and the love as he sang “My Amazing Grace” to her. They might’ve been completely alone for the way he focused entirely on her.
