by Missy Lyons
“And what’s that?”
He grinned like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Ever since I saw you in this dress tonight, I have been pondering how to get you out of it.” He slipped his thumb between the strap and her skin and frowned.
“You are such a naughty boy, Colt.” There was laughter evident in her voice, so he knew he wasn’t really in trouble.
Susannah sat up and helped to take off her dress. Nimble fingers untied the straps at the top and slid it agonizingly slowly down her body until it finally fell to the floor and revealed her matching lacy underwear and bra set. His chest inhaled quickly looking at the goddess before him. Perfect breasts, just the right size to fit in the palm of a hand, swelled under her strapless bra.
“Do you need help with the rest?” She tilted her head coyly while angling her body precariously to show off her best curves. One hand smoothed her fingers across her flat stomach and circled her belly button.
Colt’s mouth suddenly went dry.
With the eyes of a starving man, he gazed on her perfection. He could eat her up with a spoon, top her with whipped cream and a cherry, and he wouldn’t have to eat again for the rest of his life. Every bit of her succulent flesh looked delicious.
He nodded and reached behind her back, undoing the bra clasp with one deft hand. It was a trick he had learned in college but was very thankful for now. He would hate to have to wait any longer to taste her flesh.
He touched her breast, cupping it in his hands. Susannah closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
Satisfied, he leaned down and kissed the nipple, grazed his teeth along the pink, swollen flesh, and sucked the nub into his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she whimpered and pulled his head closer, smashing her full breast against his mouth.
“So beautiful…” He let out a wordless sigh that warmed her wet skin before giving the other nipple as much loving attention.
“Can I confess something to you?” she murmured.
“Sure, but I’m no priest, so don’t expect me to act like a saint if you say you are planning on running away to become a nun or something like that. I can’t be accountable for my actions.”
She laughed and gave a tug on his jeans. “I’m far from a saint. In fact I have been waiting all night to see you naked, too.”
“Well, in that case…” He dripped kisses across her skin, tracing her rib cage with the tips of his fingers. “I’m happy to oblige.”
He stood and undressed, gloating under her hungry gaze. Socks and underwear followed the rest of his clothes. His cock, eager to be free, jutted forth proudly in front of him.
“Mmmm. Very nice.” Susannah mumbled, admiring his cock.
“Behave now, Susannah.” In a flash, he was on top of her body, covering hers with his.
“Or what? Are you going to spank me?” She wiggled her derriere beneath him.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said before dropping a kiss on her lips and working his way down her neck. She wrapped her arms around his back, running the tips of her fingers up his spine to end at the nape of his neck.
He slipped his fingers beneath her the sides of her underwear pulling it gently from her hips. She lifted her ass to make it easier. She helped to kick it off, and it was just him and her with no more barriers.
The sheer, lacy thong found its place among the rest of their discarded clothing on the floor.
The sun had set, and the windows no longer provided light. The recessed lighting provided a soft glow, becoming stronger as the night grew darker. The lights from the homes lining the shoreline twinkled in the night.
He slipped his hand between her thighs. Her pussy was tight but wet and ready for him. Two fingers slipped inside, scissoring and stretching it slightly. A third finger and her hips bucked up against the pressure of his hand.
“Please,” she whimpered, pulling him closer.
He chuckled and pulled away from her. “Not yet, sweet Susie.”
“I can’t wait much longer. I need you inside me now!” She mewed as he left her warm embrace to retrieve a condom from the nightstand.
He frowned, tortured at the thought of waiting to feel her hot, wet body surround him, but women didn’t usually mind if he took time to get a condom. She seemed piqued at the action.
Soon, he would have to find out exactly what she wanted from him, but now did not seem the time. If he didn’t use any protection there could be consequences. Things that would bind them together for a lot longer than a week, and he could get used to the idea of having someone as sweet and beautiful as her in his life, but he didn’t want her to feel forced because of a love child.
That was no way to start a relationship.
He ripped open the package with his teeth and dropped the packaging in the trash. She was perched on her elbows, watching him from the bed as he unrolled the condom onto his waiting cock. It hurt to wait, but this was the curse of being as responsible as he was.
He crawled back on top of her and spread her legs apart with one knee. He positioned himself poised against her pussy. She craned her neck to kiss him.
“Sweet, sweet Susie. You’re addictive.” He closed his eyes and let the kiss sweep him away and plunged inside her. Her tongue darted inside his mouth, and it became a game to catch her tongue with his. She retreated and he followed. Her body promised sweet rewards and amazing sex.
Enveloped by her pussy, he pushed in until his cock was buried balls-deep inside of her. A moan escaped her lips, and it turned him on even more.
He retreated and then thrust again. She matched his movements, bucking under him.
“Fuck me! That feels so good.” She gasped aloud and squeezed her eyes shut. He slowed his movements, drawing out the pleasure. “Don’t stop!”
“Never.” He chuckled at her sweet pleas.
A gentle rocking of the ship swayed them as they fucked. When he closed his eyes he saw stars. The pleasure built inside of until he felt like he would break in two.
She squeezed her pussy around his cock as he thrust deep inside of her, and suddenly he exploded. The pleasure was so intense that it was as if a spectacular burst of fireworks just went off inside of his body.
“Oh, baby,” he crooned while holding her close to him. He stilled his motions, but she continued to rock against him, milking his seed from his cock.
“Ohhhh! So good!”
“That was fantastic,” he whispered before kissing her cheek. His cock was slowly returning to a normal state, and a few more minutes passed before he removed himself from her pussy and lay next to her.
The ocean didn’t seem to be nearly as rough, and Colt looked out the window to see they were returning to dock in the protected harbor.
The Captain’s voice came over the intercom at the bedside table and confirmed it. “We will be docking the boat in approximately five minutes.”
Susannah jumped at the sound, and he laid a calming hand across her chest. She eased back down beside him.
He reached to hit the intercom button. “Thank you for letting us know, Jimmy. Go ahead and dock. My guest and I will be retiring for the night.”
“As you wish, sir,” the captain said before signing off.
“Well, that was fun as long as it lasted.” She giggled.
“I agree.” Colt reached for her hand and turned it up to kiss the palm of her hand.
She let out a satisfied but yearning sigh. “I guess it’s time we should get back to the hotel.”
He felt himself harden again, and the thought of letting her go was not an appealing one. He rolled over on top of her body, slipping his knee between her legs.
Wide-eyed, she bucked against his hardness. There was no question as to his arousal, or where he would rather be spending his night.
“Are you ready to leave already?” He nibbled the bottom of her lip and then released her mouth. “Girl, I just got started loving you.”
He liked this too much to stop now, and as long as she was willing, so was he.
Chapter Twelve
Susannah did sleep a few hours but woke up extra early, and while Colt headed to the office to work on business, she headed downtown. She wanted to try to find something to eat, and she headed to a combination café and coffee shop. It was reminiscent of a restaurant she saw in Paris, with a striped canopy over the entrance and cobblestone sidewalks lined with delicate-looking wrought-iron tables and chairs.
The smell of fresh-baked pastries welcomed her as she pondered what to get for breakfast. Keeping up with Colt was exhausting, and she needed to keep her energy up throughout her stay. He was virile, and his endurance was incredible. She was giddy inside, bubbling up with energy and happiness. He couldn’t get enough of her in or out of bed. This is what it meant to feel loved.
Ten patrons squished inside the small café to order along with Susannah, and she waited patiently until it was her turn to order.
She watched as people came and went, her stomach growing hungrier with each sugary delight she watched them walk away with. A single black man worked by himself to help customers and occasionally barked orders to the man working the grill.
He took his time, taking a few extra minutes to chat with his friends and neighbors before moving to the next person. It didn’t bother Susannah much, but she didn’t have to get things done in a New York minute anymore. Everyone on the island seemed to have their own pace. This was nothing like city living where people had a place to go and had to be there at a certain time.
She was on island time now.
When it was finally her turn to order, Susannah was famished, and she didn’t care to be too polite or have a lengthy conversation with the clerk. She pointed to a thick, crusty croissant and two other pastries she couldn’t name but looked too delicious to resist, and the clerk helped her get her food efficiently, and his bright, white smile against his dark, black skin lit up her morning.
She loved Texas, but the people of the island all seemed so happy and content, and that made her feel good inside, too. She thanked him and found herself a seat outside to watch the morning traffic and pedestrians pass by.
She had brought some stationery from the hotel and planned to use the morning to write a letter to her parents. If she sent it out now, they would get it in a week or so after she boarded the research vessel.
Unfortunately it would be a long time between ports when she could mail another letter.
She tapped the pen thoughtfully on her chin and began the letter with a polite salutation. Greetings from paradise.
Her mother would want pictures, but Susannah was convinced pictures wouldn’t do the island justice. The blue of the ocean was unnaturally beautiful, and the salty air somehow changed the way she saw the world here. It was like she had been watching black-and-white television and it just changed to Technicolor.
How can you capture that with ink and paper?
Pictures would not do it justice, but maybe they could visit while she was working here and see it for themselves.
She wrote about everything she could think of but Colt. For some reason she didn’t want to tell them about him just yet.
Her mother was the reason she hadn’t brought a boyfriend home in years. She imagined the questions and close scrutiny would scare off anyone who wasn’t serious. No one needs to sit down at the table for a nice family dinner and get asked the question, “So when are you two going to get married?”
Susannah ended the letter with a quick swirl of her first name and a lot of hugs and kisses.
She folded the letter neatly and slipped it into a parchment envelope and wrote out the address. She didn’t have any stamps yet, and she imagined she could ask around to search out directions to the post office but the hotel would be able to mail it just as easily and save her some of the hassle.
She sat back in her chair and finished off the last morsel of a delicious strawberry-and-cheesecake-flavored pasty.
No doubt about it. She was going to gain at least ten pounds while she lived here.
She glanced up to find a rather annoyed-looking white man standing in front of her table. It was odd to have anybody this close to her personal space.
“Can I help you?” she asked even before she recognized the man in front of her. Startled, she let out a gasp.
It was her dad’s bloodhound friend, Ethan.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Surprised to see me?” He moved around the table with the slow predatory stalking of a jungle cat.
Surprised might have been an understatement. She was floored to see him here. “As a matter of fact I am. Why are you here?”
He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her, far too close for her comfort. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. Far too close for her comfort. “I’ll be here as long as you insist on being here. You want me to go home, then book two tickets and we’ll go together.”
He wanted her to go home now? What did he think she was, two years old? “Stop being an ass, Ethan.”
He didn’t skip a beat. “Stop behaving like a spoiled brat, and I’ll think about it.”
They glared at each other, silent threats floating between them.
Finally Susannah sighed in resignation. She was likely stuck with him for the rest of the trip and now that he found her, he would be impossible to get rid of. “How did you find me?”
“It was easy.” His answer was overflowing with smug satisfaction. “I had a cell phone tracker that gave me your exact location, but even without it, I would have found you.” He smirked.
His cockiness annoyed her. She shuddered inwardly at the thought. She’d been treated badly by stupid men like him all her life. Men that thought women were meant for one thing. Making babies. Men like him would never appreciate a woman with brains.
In contempt, she tsked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “You don’t know that.”
“I am warning you, I don’t lose.” He reached across the table and gripped her arm tightly, only releasing her when she winced under the pain. “I expect you to stop playing games with me, now.”
“Fine. And as long as we have that clear, get this through your thick head, mister. I don’t take orders. From anyone.” She poked him repeatedly in the chest. “Especially not from some lackey my father sent to chase me down.”
Then without another word, she gathered her things and got up from the table. She knew better than to try to lose him. If he truly had tracked her cell phone, he already knew where she was staying and checked in himself.
At the same damn hotel.
* * * *
Susannah felt restless and irritable.
Running into Ethan at the coffee shop that morning did not help her mood. It was going to take a while to calm down from that unexpected meeting.
Ethan had followed her to the hotel, and he didn’t force any more confrontations, but she was irritated by his mere presence. How could her father not trust her enough to let her travel here by herself?
She was a big girl, and it was high time he started treating her like one.
Ethan was at least twenty feet behind her, but it didn’t matter whether she slowed down or sped up. He always followed her closely enough to keep visual contact.
The guest cottage was within sight. She turned her head to see Ethan behind her. She hastened her pace, withdrew the door key from her pocket, and made a beeline for her escape. Susannah opened the door, stepped inside, and slammed the door on Ethan’s surprised face. She locked it behind her and leaned against it. For now, this comfortable retreat was her sanctuary, and she intended to keep it as private as she could.
A sigh escaped her lips.
She was surrounded in a forest of flowers. Roses and beautiful tropical arrangements filled the room in glass vases. Every table and available flat surface was covered in floral beauty. It was like walking into a florist shop, only every arrangement was for her.
Truly amazing.
“Really, Colt?” A white envelope was pinned to the arrangeme
nt closest to the door.
Susannah grabbed it and eagerly tore it open.
The card was a simple monogrammed piece of paper. The note read:
Flowers are poor compensation for the loss of your company.
Looking forward to seeing you again tonight, but I am sorry I will have to miss seeing you this afternoon. My assistant has arrived, and we have business to attend to today, but I would rather be with you.
Please make yourself at home here at the hotel. Anything you desire is yours.
Your willing servant,
Colt
Anything but you, she thought darkly.
Susannah didn’t know what to think. She’d gotten flowers from men before, but those boyfriends were usually trying to get back in her good graces, not after spending a single night together.
What a night. Endless loving, and when it was finally over she had a hard time leaving his arms.
She would much rather have him at her side, but she would find a way to keep herself distracted. Maybe work on her tan or go get a massage. She could use a day of relaxing.
She clutched the card to her chest. Excitement launched her heartbeat into a spree. It was exhilarating to feel so loved. Energy exploded within her. She had to release it. She opened up to it and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her legs bolted out from underneath her and she ran as fast as she could through the cottage to land on the bed. “Yeeeeeeessss!”
It was as if the sun had come out. Her world had changed the moment she met Colt Vance, but reading the card only reinforced those feelings.
Suddenly her mood was much improved. Colt had a way of making her feel good in every way he touched her life—or her body.
Time away would be a good thing for now. She would relax and make herself beautiful for him. Get a massage and nice stiff drink or two. Then when the hours grew late she would have to show her appreciation for Colt tonight. Somewhere he would appreciate it.
