by Tina Donahue
“Sorry.” She sniffed until his scent was gone, then sat in the chair next to his and looked out at the water.
As the minutes ticked by, the area became increasingly deserted until Tess finally saw that they were the only ones on this part of the water. At that point Josh cut the engines. A short time later, he announced that they were anchored.
“We’re here?” she asked, getting out of her chair when he left his.
“Yup.” He took one last look at the instruments, then hauled her into his arms, letting her kiss him, since Tess already had her tongue in his mouth.
When she was finally through, she asked, “Where’s here?”
Josh leaned against the back of his chair, momentarily limp from her kiss, then gave her the location in longitude and latitude.
“Oh, right, now I see.”
“No, you don’t, but you will. No more playing around. From here on in it gets serious and you get naked. Come on.”
Taking her hand, he went to a cabinet and got a beach towel.
She asked, “What’s that for?”
“You’ll see.” He led her onto the deck that barely moved with the gentle flow of the water.
Okay, this was unexpected. Tess turned into the soft, warm breeze, letting it pull her hair away from her face. “We’re not going to one of the rooms downstairs?”
“You mean the cabins that are below?”
“Probably. We’re not going there?”
“When we can make love up here?”
Tess followed his gaze to the forward deck, then lifted her face to the moon. It hung heavy and low in the sky, sending gauzy threads of light to the water that slapped gently against the boat.
That was the only sound. It was so very quiet, Tess felt compelled to speak in a lowered voice. The shouting and moaning would come later. “This is a nice surprise.”
“You like?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s—What’s that?” Her gaze had paused on a fire on a beach that was only a short swim away. “I thought you said we were going to be alone.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She pointed at the fire. “They might.”
“That’s for us... later.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “You own that fire?”
Josh smiled. “And the beach and the land beyond it.”
“How’d you do that?”
“Just negotiated a price that I thought was—”
“No.” She laughed. “I meant, how’d you get that fire going? You’ve been with me the entire—” Tess abruptly stopped, then thought back to that dinner, the call he was on while she was dancing with every guy at their table. “You called someone while we were at that dinner to set this up.”
“It pays to have a good staff.”
She arched one brow. “And confidence that this would happen.”
“I could say the same for you and our night of dancing.” Josh held the beach towel to his chest, then put out his other arm as he gently swayed his lean hips.
Hmmm. “You’re still not as good as me. But don’t you worry; I fully intend to teach you a thing or two in the next couple of hours.”
Before Josh could even think to comment on that, Tess turned and padded toward the forward deck. As she did, she unzipped her gown and pushed it off both shoulders.
That garment fluttered in the breeze as it slid to her waist, then over her hips.
At last, she stopped, allowing it to puddle at her feet.
Holy shit. Josh locked his knees so he could keep standing. She was nude, except for a frilly garter on her left thigh. A red garter that made her taut, moon-washed flesh appear even paler.
He moistened his lips, but forgot to swallow as his mind kept dancing around the same thought.
She had been fucking nude beneath that dress all night? She hadn’t even worn a thong?
His gaze followed the curve of her calves, the perfect lines of her thighs, that unbelievable garter, her plush buttocks and sleek back, and finally her face as Tess looked over her shoulder at him.
Her honeyed eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The breeze played with her hair. Her smile was seductive.
Josh finally swallowed, then looked back at her garter. Was her weapon in the front of it? Had she carried it that way all night? How had he missed feeling it?
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He swallowed again, then pointed. “You’re actually wearing a garter.”
“Until you take it off.”
His gaze snapped up as she stepped out of her dress, then tied it around the railing so the wind couldn’t blow it away. With that accomplished, she padded to the forward deck, her naked cheeks bouncing.
Josh liked that. He followed, holding the beach towel between his teeth as he unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could, then tore it off himself and tied it to the railing. By the time he reached Tess, he was bare-chested, the towel was under his left arm and his hands were heading for his fly.
“Uh-uh,” Tess said, turning to face him. “I’ll do that.”
His gaze fell to her hands on his trousers, then to her garter and what she had slipped beneath it on the inside of her thigh. Not a gun, oh, no. “You brought cuffs?”
She finished unzipping him, then pushed his trousers to his thighs. “You sound surprised.”
“Pleasantly. Where’s your weapon?”
“In my purse.” She went to her knees as she pulled on his trousers until they were at his feet.
Josh stepped out of them, then waited as she tied them to the railing. “Why didn’t you wear it in the garter?”
Her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “Not even those babes on CSI: Miami could carry a gun in a freakin’ garter.” Tess looked up and smiled. “What’s the matter? Did you want to hold my weapon?”
He grinned. “No, but you better hold mine.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Wyatt. Whatever you want.” Tess worked her fingers beneath the brief ’s elastic, pulled those suckers down, then cradled his thickened cock in both hands.
Aw, damn. Josh liked that so much his head hung between his shoulders and his toes curled.
“Oh, baby,” Tess said, running her forefinger over the blunt head, “you are so cocked.”
“I know.” His voice was strangled. “So, just give me a minute, before we—”
“Absolutely.” Tess released him and pushed to her feet.
Josh frowned at his abandoned cock, then gave that frown to her. “You didn’t have to completely stop.”
“Relax. It’s only for a moment.” She took the beach towel from him, then said, “Follow me, please.”
That “please” and her bouncing buttocks did it. Josh stepped out of his briefs, stuffed them in his trouser pocket and joined her on the platform on the forward deck.
She had already tied one end of the towel to the railing so it wouldn’t blow away. “Go on, lie down.”
His breathing really picked up. He slid his gaze to her. “You first.”
“Uh-uh. First time, I’m on top.”
No way was Josh going to argue with that. Once he was sprawled across that towel, hands behind his head, legs spread wide to flaunt his equipment, he arched one brow. “What now?”
Tess moistened her lips as she stared at his stiffened cock that pointed straight at her, and his tightened balls beneath. “You are so beautiful.”
Before Josh could offer his thanks, she pulled out the cuffs, sank to her knees by his side and sat back on her feet.
He stared at the moonlight sparkling on that metal. His heart pounded wildly. “Did I ever tell you that I like it when you’re mean?”
“You will tonight.” She smiled. “Give me your hands.”
“Uh-uh. Not so fast. If I let you cuff me now, do I get to do you later?”
“No.”
Josh laughed, then inhaled sharply as Tess ran her free hand down his chest to his navel, then to his groin, playing with the hair above his cock. “How fair is tha
t?”
“It’s not at all fair to me.” She lowered her hand to his balls, cupping them in her palm, then spoke above his prolonged moan. “But then, I’ll have the pleasure of knowing that you’re too tired to do anything at all once I’m finished loving you.”
Josh swallowed hard. He pulled his hands from behind his head and offered them to her.
Tess smiled. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
“It will be,” she murmured, determined to make this a night he never forgot.
Pushing to her knees, Tess quickly straddled him, working her butt against his cock as she snapped the first cuff on his left wrist.
Josh didn’t notice. His gaze had fallen to their joined bodies, remaining there, until Tess leaned over him to run the empty cuff around the railing.
His gaze jumped up; he watched her breasts sway above his face, then lifted his head and licked her left nipple.
Tess smiled, then snapped the other cuff around his right wrist. “Now, don’t move.”
He was momentarily silent. “What happens if I do?”
“You won’t get this.” Tess moved down him until she could cover his mouth with her own. As she kissed him deeply, leisurely, taking her time, driving him nuts, she ran her fingers down his arms to his pits, then stroked that thick, dark hair.
His chest heaved beneath her.
Tess hadn’t even started. Pulling her mouth from his, she whispered in Spanish her need of him. Those lilting words were finally muffled as she pressed her mouth to his neck, suckling that flesh even as she moved her hips so that she was stroking his flat belly with her furry mound.
His legs tensed; he lifted his ass as if he could barely stand the pleasure she was giving.
He would have to. Tess was determined that he never forget this night. She kissed his shoulder, then the underside of his left arm, before moving to his pit. She filled herself with his scent, then buried her face in that hair and licked it.
Josh moaned. His head moved from side to side. “Shit, that feels good. I’ve never had—No one has—It’s something I never—”
Tess finally interrupted his babbling. “No one’s ever loved you here?” She found that hard to believe. What was the matter with those other women? As Josh swallowed, then heaved air, she murmured, “To hell with them. You’re with me now.”
He sighed. “Did I thank you for that?”
“You will.”
He moaned as she continued licking until his body was taut beneath her and his breathing was strained.
Poor baby. She was working him too hard and too fast. She smiled. Too damned bad.
Moving to his chest, Tess licked the flat disk of his left nipple even as she roughly fondled his right pec and rocked her hips so that her mound was teasing his cock.
Josh made a strangled sound. He tightened his jaw and lifted his chin.
Tess moved to his navel, circling that depression with her tongue, before licking that thin line of hair beneath it that arrowed to his groin.
There, she prepared to worship him, settling between his legs that were again bent at the knees, though that still wasn’t enough. Placing her hands on the insides of his thighs, Tess spread him even further.
Josh squeezed his fists. His chest pumped with his ragged breathing.
Tess listened to that male music as she buried her face in this hair, licking it as she had the other, while her right hand cupped his balls, gently cradling them, working them as Josh gasped, then panted.
Tess gave him a moment’s peace, but only so that she could lift his cock in her hands, then run her tongue up his full length.
His voice was agonized, his words incoherent.
She murmured to him in Spanish, telling him again of her need.
It was in her touch as she cradled his cock and swirled her tongue over the blunt head.
Josh cried out.
She licked him again and again, flicking her tongue over the back of his rod, that uneven skin where the feeling was the most intense. When his head thrashed from side to side as if he couldn’t stand it any longer, Tess took him fully in her mouth.
“Aw, damn!” he shouted.
She hadn’t even started. As Tess worked his cock in and out of her mouth, she played with his balls, loving their moist weight in the palm of her hand, loving him.
For this man, no act was forbidden. Honoring his body, pleasuring him to completion was what Tess had been born for. She knew that now and that she would never love another as she loved him.
When his beautiful body finally convulsed with his climax and his roar of pleasure broke the heavy quiet, Tess kept her head lowered as she continued to serve him, to bring him all that he required.
She was kissing his balls when he finally begged her to stop. The feeling was just too intense; he couldn’t endure it any longer.
Tess lifted her gaze and smiled to how he was trying to raise his head to look at her, but could not. She had taken all of his strength and replaced it with joy. “What?” she asked, as her fingers continued to stroke him.
“Stop!” he shouted, then nearly cried, “At least for a few seconds, please!”
Tess looked on either side of herself as Josh tried to close his legs, but could not... she was in the way. “What?” she asked again, as she stroked the insides of his thighs.
He swore, then with great effort, finally lifted his head. “Stop. I mean it. It’s too intense, I can’t stand it. And don’t you dare say what again.”
Tess sat back on her feet. “Relax. I didn’t hear you. You really want me to stop?”
“Hell, yes!”
“Too bad.”
“Tess!”
She licked the insides of his thighs and balls until Josh was wiggling like a fish drowning in air.
At last, she straightened. “Okay, okay. I’ve stopped.”
He opened one eye and glared at her.
Tess ignored that as she pushed to her knees, then turned until her back was facing him. Bending forward at the waist and lifting her butt in the air, she lowered her head to kiss his right foot.
It was a long moment before he wiggled his toes.
Tess looked around her shoulder, seeing that his gaze was on her butt. Good. As long as he was distracted, she could do whatever she wanted.
Pressing her left foot against his balls and cock, she licked his toes.
He laughed. “Stop it!”
She pulled her foot away from his groin.
“Not that,” he complained.
Tess straightened and looked over her shoulder at him. “Talk about hard to get along with.”
He shook his hands until the cuffs clanged against the railing. “I let you do this to me, didn’t I?”
“It was a good idea, wasn’t it?”
His expression softened, then hardened once more. “You nearly killed me just now.”
“Aw, poor baby.” She turned around to face him. “I told you you had to take baby steps before you could run.”
He laughed. “Fuck that. Open these cuffs.”
“When I’m through.” She looked at his weary cock. “I figure in another hour or so, when you’re hard again, we can finally make love and then I’ll be able to open those—”
“You are so going to pay for that.”
She met his eyes. “Not as long as you’re cuffed.”
Josh dropped his head back to the platform. “Give me a minute.”
“No rush.” Tess pushed to a standing position.
He frowned. “Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
She moved from between his legs to his side, then straddled his lean hips.
His eyes immediately grew hooded. “You like being on top, don’t you?”
Tess looked over her shoulder at his cock. That baby was getting hard fast. “The question is, do you like it?”
Josh wasn’t certain what to say when Tess met his gaze. She seemed genuinely concerned that she might not be giving him ple
asure.
My God, didn’t the woman know what she did to him?
If Josh hadn’t loved her before this moment, not only would he have been a fool, she would have surely captured his heart after what she had just done. Never in his life had a woman enjoyed his body as much as she seemed to.
The joy that gave him was amazing, though quickly overshadowed by fear.
If she had been anyone else, Josh might have believed she was falling in love with him. But she was an ex-cop and a bodyguard who had been surrounded by cops all her life.
Tess hadn’t been sheltered; she lived life like a man. Free. Uninhibited. Even reckless.
Maybe that’s why she made love like this. Maybe he wasn’t so special to her, after all.
“Hey, you all right?” she asked.
Josh knew he wasn’t going to be all right ever again after this night. He was going to be in love and in lots of pain when this ended.
Oddly enough, that didn’t stop him from moving forward. At this point, nothing could. “I do like it,” he said, finally answering her first question. “I like everything that you do.”
She looked briefly thoughtful, then arched one brow. “I haven’t done everything to you.”
Josh couldn’t help but smile. Damn, he loved her. “Then what are you waiting for?”
She put up her finger as if she needed a moment, then looked over her shoulder at his cock.
“It’s already hard,” he said.
Tess turned back to him. “Do you always brag like this?”
“Only around you. Now, be nice.”
She gave him a look that said bite me, then pushed to her knees and wrapped her fingers around his stiffened rod.
Josh threw back his head and so did she as her body lowered onto his, forcing him deep inside.
In that moment, Tess knew what it was like to be completely filled, to have her flesh stretched by a man for his pleasure. Josh was large and knew it. He thrust his hips upward until their bodies touched and he was completely within her heated sheath, and then he flexed his cock, forcing her flesh to accommodate his.
Tess relaxed her body so that it gave him what he wanted and what she needed. Inhaling deeply, she finally lowered her head and opened her eyes.
Josh was already watching her; his gaze was all male and completely dangerous.
It made Tess bold. It made her want to please him as she had no other man. Lifting her hands, she cupped her breasts because he could not. She flicked her thumbs over the taut nipples and squeezed those soft globes; she tightened her muscles around him, holding his cock prisoner, before relaxing, then tightening, again.
