“I smell coffee,” she said, sitting upright.
“Black, right?” he said, like he didn't know. She lifted the cup to her nose, took a big whiff, then let out a little sigh of happiness. Instead of letting himself react to her, he made himself pay attention to the road. What the hell are you doing? he asked himself for the millionth time. If he just wanted to fuck her, then why hadn't he just done it already? He could have had her. He could have pulled over at anytime and kissed her into submission. It wouldn't be difficult. He could have followed her up to her apartment instead of sitting in the truck like an idiot. He could have. But he found himself comfortable in her company. It felt... normal. It also felt like it was leading up to something. Sex was going to happen at some point, but that wasn't it. It was something else. Something bigger.
“I have rules on the boat,” he said, quickly, trying to clear his mind.
“Lay'em on me,” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
“The first rule of fishing is that we—” He motioned to the air between them. “—don't talk, especially not on the boat.”
“So, we sit silently, side by side, poles not touching?” Toni said.
“Absolutely.” He saw her lips twitch and he cleared his throat to keep from smiling. “No talking. It scares away the fish.”
Toni smiled and put her hand to her forehead and did a quick salute. “Aye aye, Captain. What else?”
“That's the main one. The other one would be to not fall overboard.” He shrugged. “You'd be surprised how often it happens.”
“I think I can handle those rules.” She laughed a soft, husky laugh that had his cock hard in record breaking time. He took a deep breath, willing his dick to stop doing gymnastics in his jeans.
When they pulled into the marina, the pink and orange sunrise was in full bloom. Toni hopped out of the truck as soon as he parked, shielding her face with her hand as she watched it. The view from where he was sitting was absolutely breathtaking. He could only stare at her, motionless, her lovely frame silhouetted against the brilliant light, the ocean spread to the horizon in front of her, and think that he was tired of waiting for friendly, stubborn, sexy Antoinette St. James. His body craved hers. He wanted her. And he was tired of fucking waiting.
O'Donovan wrenched open his car door and closed the space between them, sliding his hands over her hips and pulling her back against his chest. Her breath caught in her throat in surprise.“Get in the truck,” he said in her ear. She turned her face to his, a question in her eyes. He slid his hands over her hips and up her stomach to cup her tits. He felt her body stiffen and he knew she could feel his erection against her ass. “Toni, get in the truck,” he said again.
“Or what?” she said.
“Or I'm going to bend you over right here and fuck you.” He heard her small intake of breath at his words, and he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. “We're done playing.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, right on her spine. “I'm done waiting,” he whispered. She trembled slightly against him. He couldn't help the excited smile that slid over his face. He was going to fuck Antoinette St. James. Finally.
***
“I'm done waiting.” His words echoed in her mind as Toni hopped into the seat of the truck. O'Donovan gave her a haunted look as he slammed the door behind her. As soon as he took off around the front of the truck, she was already shimmying out of her jeans. Her body hummed with anticipation. She couldn't believe it was actually happening, but it was. She darted a look out the side and back windows. The parking lot was mostly empty around them. There were only a few early-birds standing around the dock. They wouldn't be able to see. When he slid in to the driver seat next to her, Toni let out a jagged breath. She knew what was coming and she was so ready.
As soon as he shut his door, Toni had him straddled on the seat. She gasped when he slipped past the barrier of her bikini bottoms and slid his middle finger deep inside her. She should have known he would waste no time. O'Donovan was many things, but he was no bullshitter. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. The thought sent a ripple of lust through her and she bucked her hips against his hand as he went deeper and deeper. Toni covered his hand with hers and lifted her leg to allow him more access. He slid another one of his long fingers inside as well and she cried out, squeezing his hand.
“You're ready for me, aren't you?” he said roughly, his other hand still gripping the steering wheel. She dropped her hand to brushed his erection and he let out a low breath.
“Yes,” Toni gasped, stroking the hard ridge in his jeans. “I'm so ready.”
He closed his eyes, his fingers deep inside her.
“Fuck. I know you are,” he smiled, sliding his fingers out of her and sucking them inside his mouth. “You taste so damn good,” he groaned. She writhed against him, the ache in between her legs was consuming her. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. She tossed it aside, her heart racing. She'd been waiting so long to do that. She leaned back against the steering wheel, taking in his naked chest and shoulders. She smoothed her hands across his warm skin. She loved his body, she decided. His imperfections and scars only made him more attractive to her. He watched her from under heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing shallow, as she traced a scar on his ribs.
“You're beautiful,” she whispered. He ran his hands up her front, past her breasts, to her neck and pulled her toward him, soft but insistent. His mouth crashed against hers and she heard moans in her ears as he kissed her hungrily. She didn't know who was moaning, but it didn't matter, she realized. She ran her tongue along his as her hands attacked his waistband. He jerked against her as she popped the button on his jeans, just as impatient as she was. She shoved at his jeans, and he moved with her, until his dick popped free. With a delighted sound, she broke the kiss so she could admire him some more.
His dick was pure manly perfection. It was thick and long and hard and she wanted it to be hers. She closed her hands around him, and he banged his head back against the headrest.
“You love to torture me,” he hissed, his eyes shut tight.
“I do,” she said, stroking him softly, smiling as he moaned. A bead of pre-come glistened on the head of him, and she rubbed a thumb through it, smearing it all over. He yanked her T-shirt and bikini top up, exposing her breasts to his gaze in one fell swoop. He closed his mouth over her right breast, flicking the tip of his hot, wet tongue against the sensitive nipple. She moaned deep in her throat, her fingers gripping him. His mouth felt amazing. Better than anything. If sex was supposed to feel like this, she'd been seriously doing it wrong for years. He moved on to the other breast, rolling his teeth against the hard nipple this time. She jumped, her whole body clenching like she'd been electrocuted. She needed him. So. Bad.
“Condom,” she head herself saying. She wanted him inside her NOW. Her body was demanding it. She was so ready. Since the moment in the hospital two years ago, she'd been ready. Freeing her breast lazily, like he had all the time in the world, Sebastian slid his hands down to her hips. His fingers dug into her soft skin and he took a deep breath, dragging his eyes up her body to her face.
“You sure you want it, lovely?” he said, his accent flaring up. She felt a shiver run up spine. Yes, you asshole! her brain screamed. But she only nodded eagerly, because her lips wouldn't form words.
He leaned forward, his bare chest brushing against hers, and opened the glove compartment. He fished out a condom, then slammed it shut.
“You keep condoms in your truck?!” she blurted out, her ability to talk coming back in a flash. He raised an eyebrow, not answering her, because he didn't have to. She dropped her gaze to his dick, as he slid the rubber sheath over himself. She shivered in anticipation. She was so hot for him she was practically on fire.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her up on her knees. He adjusted against her, rolling his hips as she guided him around her bikini to her core. When he was braced on the edge of her opening, time seemed to stop for
a moment. Nothing existed except for Sebastian O'Donovan and her. The sun was rising outside; the light was golden. The look on his face was one of pure lust. She wished she could stop time. There would be no going back once he was inside her, she realized, as she braced one hand against the roof of the truck. Yet, she was ready to dive off the cliff into the unknown. So ready. She lowered herself onto him, her body tense with need.
She watched as he breached her inch by perfect inch, so slowly she thought she was going to go mad. Then he bucked his hips and slid so deep inside of her that, swear to God, she saw stars in the early morning light. She felt a scream rip from her throat, wanton and needy. She'd never thought of herself as wanton before, but dammit if she didn't want to ride his dick like she was in heat. A guttural cry escaped his lips as she began to move against him, hard and fast. He pressed his forehead to the valley between her breasts, his breath tickling her overly sensitive skin as she rode him.
Toni couldn't believe how good he felt. All of her attention was focused on the delicious friction as he moved inside her. She lifted her knees higher, trying to allow him deeper inside. She slapped both hands against the roof, trying to get leverage and grinding her hips into his. He hissed out a sharp breath as she pulled him as deep as she could inside herself. O'Donovan ran his hands down her back and then gripped her ass as she rode him.
“Fuck me, lovely,” he said, his teeth clenched. “Fuck me good.”
She tossed her head back, his words only turning her on more. She clenched her thighs around him, pushing down hard. Oh. It felt amazing. She loved the way he stretched and filled her. She had only ever felt this free and alive when she was dancing. A smile spread across her face as he jerked and moaned against her. She was pleasuring O'Donovan, giving him something only she could give him. Power surged through her veins as his ran his teeth down her neck and groaned.
Then suddenly, the tables turned. She wasn't in control anymore. He jerked her knee up high, her foot sliding between the seats, the new angle giving him more room. One hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, he had her in an iron grip as he pulled her hard against him. A cry wrenched from her throat as he hit a new spot. A glorious, amazing spot, deep inside. She could only hold on, wrapping her arms around his neck as her breasts jiggled between them. His dick was finding pleasure zones that she didn't even know existed.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he growled. “You like how my big cock feels?”
“God, yes,” Toni moaned.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, biting and sucking on her her lower lip.
“I like your big cock,” she breathed and he chuckled against her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut as he bucked hard against her again. All cognitive thought flowed out of her mind. She could only focus on them—the sound of their jagged breathing, the sound of their bodies coming together, the feel of his mouth against hers and his dick inside of her. Her breasts moved against his chest and every time that their bare skin touched, she felt a bolt of electricity to her heart. When his teeth trailed down her throat and across her collarbone, her body couldn't take anymore.
“Oh!” Toni cried out, the tension inside of her snapping like a tight cord. She shattered into a million pieces, bright lights flashing behind her eyes as she came. The orgasm happened so suddenly, she wasn't prepared for it. She'd never come during sex before, and it was a revelation. Sebastian O'Donovan was amazing, she decided right then and there. She felt like years of tension were alleviated with one orgasm. Every limb felt loose and pliant and relaxed. She felt herself melting into him, but before she could collapse, he kissed her hard again, waking her right back up.
“Stay with me, lovely,” he murmured, swerving his hips. The movement sent sparks through her body like aftershocks, but she stayed with him. She rolled her hips against him, wanting him to come. After her own climax, she only wanted the same for him. Better, if that was possible. She wanted him to have the best damn orgasm of his life. She squeezed him, deep inside and quickened her pace, tightening her arms around his neck.
“You feel so good, baby,” she whispered into his ear. “So big. So good.” She bit his earlobe, lightly, then clenched her intimate muscles around him, knowing he'd like it.
“Toni,” he hissed, his face tight. Then he called out and she felt his body tighten, his fingers dig into her hips, and she knew he'd gone over the edge, too. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue in and out, as he jerked against her, in the grip of release. She moved with him, wanting it to last as long as possible. He bucked into her once more and then his body relaxed, his head dropping heavily onto her shoulder. “Fuck!” he whispered, out of breath, his arms around her waist, hugging her to him tightly.
They stayed there, entangled, for what seemed like hours. When Toni finally sat up, she couldn't help but laugh. She'd totally forgotten that they were basically out in the open for anyone to see. Most likely, no one had. Not that she would care if somebody had gotten a big eyeful. Joe the Plumber could have been standing right outside the window ogling her and she would have given him a smile and a wave. She'd had great sex, and she didn't regret it in the least.
O'Donovan laid his head back on the head rest, watching her through slitted eyes as he palmed her breasts absently. He was too quiet. She suddenly felt uncertain. He was closing down again, shutting her out. She knew it was great for her. It was the best damn sex she'd ever had. But she wondered how was it for him? She ran her hand down his cheek, unsure of what to say. She opened her mouth, then shut it again.
“Toni,” he murmured. He put his thumb in his mouth, and wetted it. Then he reached out and tweaked her nipple. She gasped and shivered. “I can take you home right now,” he said, his voice straining deliciously. “If you want me to.” She blinked, trying to figure out if he was serious. Her body was still tingling from the perfect orgasm he'd just given her, but it looked like he was ready for more. His dick was already at half-mast between them. He really was the type of guy that was always hungry, she mused.
“What if I said yes?” she said, in the mood to tease him. He cocked his head in answer, still not in the mood for games. He wanted her again and after what they'd just done, there was no way in hell she could deny him. “No. I don't want to go home,” she said, shaking her head. He smiled, a slow, devilish smile that promised all kinds of bad behavior. Toni smiled back. It seemed like they were finally on the same page.
***
The boat swayed in the clear blue water and the sun was high in the sky. It had turned into a perfect day, but O'Donovan barely noticed. He only had eyes for Toni St. James. She lay out on the deck on an old chair, sunbathing. She had rigged her pole under a wooden crate so if a fish came biting, the crate would rattle and she could reel it in. It was smart, but he couldn't think about fishing at a time like this. He'd just had fucking great sex. He hadn't felt this relaxed in years. His eyes ran the length of her sexy body, his gaze worshipping every inch of her. Long muscular legs and arms. Slight hips with just enough ass to grab. Small breasts, pert beneath her bikini top. He could see her nipples, hard under the thin fabric, beckoning him. Christ, he could still taste the dark buds on his mouth. Her tits were made for sucking, he decided, and he was more than willing to suck them all night. She stretched her legs out on the crate, her sunscreened skin glistening like she was a goddess. He chuckled as he took a swig of his beer. So much for a quiet, uneventful day on the boat. Fishing would never be the same again.
“So. How long have you been in the city?” He broke the silence first. She rolled her head to look at him, her large sunglasses obscuring most of her face.
“I came to the city when I was eighteen to join my company.” She smiled. “What about you?”
“We came over from Ireland when I was 7 or so. We stayed up in Inwood first, then moved to Queens.”
“I love that little bit of an accent you still have. It's sexy.”
“That's what all the girls say,” he said. She laughed, the sound light as air.
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“You're breaking your own rule, you know,” she said. “About not talking.”
“Yeah, yeah I know,” he said, pulling his face into a scowl. “Not like the fish are biting anyway.” She laughed again, uncrossing and crossing her legs again, the simple movement drawing his eyes to her thighs like a magnet.
“So did you always want to be a fireman?” she asked, leaning her head back against the edge of the chair.
“No, actually. When I graduated high school, I moved to Manhattan and got into finance.”
“Finance?!” she exclaimed. “I can't imagine that at all.”
“Yup, believe it. I was a Wall Street douchebag in a designer suit with gelled hair and a rolex. It was before 9/11, there was money to be made, and I didn't want to go to college. I didn't want to work for the city like my father either. I thought I was destined for greater things.” He snorted out a laugh, remembering how stupid he'd been as a kid. “But then one day I woke up and realized that although I was making a shit-ton of money, I was doing it by robbing people just like my old man, who worked their whole life for their little slice of the pie. So I woke up, quit finance, and became a firefighter.”
“And you were in the city on 9/11?”
“Yeah. That's when I knew I'd made the right decision. Being a firefighter just felt right. I like helping people.” He shrugged.
“And you like the danger and the adrenaline rush?” Toni said with a smile.
“Maybe.” O'Donovan looked out over the water, trying in vain to suppress a smile. “What about you? You always wanted to be a dancer?”
“I think so, yeah. My first dance class, I was hooked.” She lifted her arms above her head in a stretch. “It's funny because my sister is a lot older than me. My parents had her when they were teenagers. So when she was growing up, life was always a struggle. There was never any money, my mom worked odd jobs and my dad was in school. But by the time I came along, my father was a doctor and my mom stayed at home. I got expensive private lessons, and was I sent to the best schools, and got the early training I needed. If I had been born closer to my sister, I wonder if I would have had the opportunity to be a dancer.” Toni looked off, her face concentrated. But then she smiled brightly. “However, I am a firm believer that life always works out the way it's supposed to. Since it was meant to be, the planets would have aligned no matter what, so that I could dance.”
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