by C. R. Moss
Purring quietly, she fingered the back of his collar, teasing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. His cock twitched, became rock solid. Nothing would give him more pleasure than appeasing her sexual desires.
“Gwen, you take my breath away.” He pulled away and ran his palm down her arm, held her hand. “Will you let me be the man who fulfills your island fantasy?”
The moment her sparkling gaze fixed on his, the world around him seemed to stop and his breath hitched. Please say yes.
Lips curling into a radiant smile, she said softly, “I thought you’d never ask.”
As fast as his hands could work, he removed his shoes and socks, handed them to her, then rolled up the legs of his pants. “Hang tight,” he told her, sweeping her up into his arms. “I have a special place I’m going to take you to.”
Chapter Five
Evan carried her across the restaurant’s patio area and down onto the beach. A few yards away sat a cabana he’d had Jacinto set up.
Inside the shelter, emulating a Bedouin tent, he placed Gwen back on her feet. The sand, hidden by several strategically placed rugs, wouldn’t bother them at all. They had plenty of privacy, and the open front of the tent offered a view of the calm, moonlit sea. Purple, red, and gold sheets of silky material draped the back wall. The richly colored throw rugs beneath their feet and blankets and pillows on a narrow, couch-like cushion toward the back matched the silk. Two low tables on the right side offered wine, glasses, and a platter of assorted bite-sized fruit. A black and silver treasure chest sat on the other side. Twinkling gold fairy lights lined the ceiling, creating a soft glow.
The chance of people passing by and seeing what they were doing didn’t concern him. They were on his private property, the villa several yards behind them to the east, and a couple of guards were stationed to the north and south to make sure no one walked where they shouldn’t. Hell, they could go out and have sex in the sand and surf, but he wanted her to be comfortable the first night they were together.
The only night they were together. God, he wished he’d remember that small fact.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Evan.” Gwen strolled in and stroked one of the fleece blankets.
“Remember, I had help. Butlers love to do fun things like this.” I’ll have to give Jacinto a nice bonus. He did a fabulous job. “Do you want to go for a swim? The chest should have some swimsuits in it.”
“You guys thought of everything, didn’t you.” She sauntered back to him, graceful and seductive.
“I tried. I figured we could enjoy the evening here for a little while then when it gets cool, we could go back into the villa for the rest of the night.”
“You know, a swim sounds nice, but what I want to do is—” She grabbed his tie and yanked him to her, giving him a repeat performance of the kiss on the patio.
She was intoxicating, voluptuous, and now that they were somewhere private, he couldn’t wait any longer. Didn’t want to. He unzipped her dress and moved the strap to slide it off her body.
“Wait. Be careful with it.” Gwen stepped out of the shoes and dress, then folded the garment and placed them out of the way. “I would hate to see them ruined.”
“That’s fine. Now come back here.”
She returned and reached for him.
“Put your arms down. Take off the bra. Let me see you.”
Gwen cocked her head, but did as requested.
Her high, round mounds, tipped with quarter-sized rosy areolas, rose and fell with her quick breaths. He grazed the sides of her breasts with the tips of his fingers. She inched forward, urging him to cup her mounds. Eager to accommodate her desire, he molded his palms around them, bent his head, and placed his lips on hers. As he drank her in through the kiss, he traced the hard nipples with his thumbs.
She skimmed her lips along his cheek to his ear. “I believe you have too many clothes on.”
“I believe you’re right.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. In record speed, he cast off his suit and stripped down to his underwear.
Gwen stilled his hand. “I’ll help you with the rest.” Facing him, she grasped his hips, fingered the elastic of his boxer briefs that cradled his erection. With a playful wink, she slowly relieved him of his underwear, making sure the cotton and her fingers stroked his skin as much as possible.
His cock, free from the confines of the tight material, bobbed in the air. He loved how her gaze seemed to devour him, how the moist sea air caressed his bare body.
A mischievous grin lit her face. She pushed him down onto the makeshift couch.
“Oh, assertive. I like it.”
“Yeah? Well, then you’ll really dig what I’m about to do.” She spread his legs apart then knelt between them. Resting a slender hand on his thigh, she bent close and fingered his balls, her intense focus stealing his breath.
Awareness of what might happen next sizzled through him. Thoughts of her mouth around him shot electric fire through his cock. Each tickle of her nails tightened his sack and hardened his cock until his sight wavered and he fell back into the cushions.
Determined to allow her exploration, he fought the urge to take control when she licked one nipple then the other then trailed her tongue down the center of his torso, inching closer and closer to his cock. To his surprise, she stopped short and kissed her way around his groin, avoiding where he wanted her most.
An aching need for her overwhelmed him. He reached down, stroked her silky hair. “Baby, please.” His voice scratched in a quiet plea.
Her hand wrapped around him. “You want this? Or my mouth?”
“Mouth.” The word carried on a hard sigh.
The moment she took his hard length into her, he moaned. His gaze fixed on her head bobbing up and down while her lips and tongue worked magic on him.
His cock pulsed as she licked and sucked, teased his balls with her fingernails. He drew in a breath, her hot, wet suction about to end this…too fast. He looked toward the beach and the ocean beyond, but couldn’t bring anything into focus beyond the soft, warm woman between his legs. Wanting to make it last, to bring her pleasure while he took his, he slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her up.
“Didn’t you like it?” Her gaze held concern and her teeth nibbled her bottom lip.
That mouth…. “I liked it a little too much. Come here.”
She scooted up onto his lap, combed her fingers through his hair. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tugged her closer, dipped his head down to a breast, drew on the nipple, loving the feel and taste of her on his tongue. Gwen arched her back and whimpered. Her ass ground against his cock and he clung to the last of his sanity.
“You get rid of these.” Evan gently toyed with the small slip of material she considered to be underwear. “I’ll find some protection.” He licked his way from her breast up the soft skin of her throat, chuckled at her gasp.
“Okay,” she answered in a husky whisper.
He set her on her feet, moved to the chest, and flung it open. Shoving the swimsuits aside, he found a box of condoms and yanked it out, grimacing as a dildo with a string of anal beads wrapped around it dropped to the rug. Jacinto had high expectations for the night. He grinned, the devices distracting him long enough to get the box of condoms open and pull out a foil package. Tearing open the blue square with his teeth, he rolled on the protection then turned to find Gwen lying naked in a nest of pillows and blankets, her sun-kissed skin gleaming in the muted light.
Every nerve and fiber hummed with need. The intensity of his attraction to her continued to puzzle him, but he brushed the thoughts aside. He sank to the ground, stretched out beside the beauty. She molded her curves against him. Two pieces of a puzzle coming together as they should. Her skin brushed against his as she nestled in his arms. Soft, scintillating, the sensations roused his libido to a fevered pitch.
Gwen. The enchantress. Wanting to drink her in, he pressed his lips upon hers, swept his tongue into her mouth. She accepted his d
omination, returning tongue thrust for tongue thrust. His heart soared at her eagerness, and he sought the moist juncture between her thighs. So ready and willing. He eased two fingers into her pussy.
She arched her back. So responsive. He inserted a third and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her breathing quickened. Her hands traced the muscles of his torso, gripped his upper arms. Hungry to make her his and no longer willing to harness his control, he flipped her over, fitting his pelvis within the V of her legs. His sheathed cock rested on her nest of fine hair, then jerked in needy expectation.
Evan propped himself over her, the soft, purple fleece blanket flattening beneath the weight of his hands. “Are you sure you want this?” He shifted his hips against her with a silent prayer she’d say yes.
Gwen nodded. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Love me, even if it’s just for now.”
He kissed her and thrust in. Heaven. Paradise. They were his with each clench of her muscles milking his cock. Wanting to savor every nuance of her lips and mouth, his kisses were light and unhurried, exploring the warmth of her mouth as he buried himself within her. Gwen’s hips rocked, her strong legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper until he could go no farther. His body erupted in burning heat as if she had struck a match and touched it to him. She clung to him, dragging her nails down his back to dig into his ass, gasping his name. Tremors rolled through her, her channel tightening around him until he could hold back no more—and he spilled inside her, rocking against her, again and again.
Gwen bent her back again, lifted her hips, stiffened. She moaned, shuddered, then relaxed beneath him. Afraid to crush her, he leaned on one elbow and smoothed her damp hair back from her flushed face. Her hooded, passion-filled gaze stared up at him. She’d worn the same expression at dinner, the one he’d wanted to see while they were in bed together. Pleased he was the man to bring that look to her eyes, his body hummed from an inflated ego and his heart swelled with…love? So soon?
“God, Gwen, you’re something.” He rested his forehead on hers for a few seconds before sliding out and removing the protective sheath. After he disposed of it, he turned back to her. She rolled to her back under the blanket.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She winked at him.
Playful, cute, smart. With each passing moment, he realized he wanted her…for real wanted her…in his life, in his bed, beside him always. The quickness of the feelings shocked him. He could even say the thought of loving her scared him. Needing a moment to clear his head and ponder the revelation, he hopped to his feet. “I’m going for a quick swim. Want to come?”
“Nah.”
Though she answered the way he’d hoped she would, he didn’t want her to think him a flake, a guy who’d screw and run. “Are you sure? We can have round two in the waves.”
She shook her head. “You go on. I think I’ll just stay here and enjoy the view.”
“I’ll be back in a flash.”
Gwen rolled over and propped her chin on a fist. Evan didn’t bother putting on a swim suit. Carefree, he ran out of the tent, down to the water, and dove in. Moonlight played on the low, rolling waves, glistened on his tan body.
Evan, her mind whispered. A fine man and a fine lover. She wished the night could last forever.
Forever? Stunned, she sat up, clutching the blanket around her. Wasn’t it too soon to think in that kind of manner? Hell, she barely knew him, and it seemed he couldn’t get away from her fast enough once he had his way. What if her feelings were one-sided? She’d feel like the biggest fool.
Several minutes later, he strolled back to the tent, showing off his glorious maleness. Every muscle from his neck down to the tops of his feet had defined lines, rippling and shimmering from the water droplets speckling his body, reflecting the moonlight. All the thoughts she’d been mulling over fled from her mind. Screw the speed of my feelings. I want him, and that’s the truth. Gwen smiled. “My sea Adonis.” She sighed.
“Why thank you for the compliment, my lady.” Evan dropped beside her, ran his fingers through his wet hair.
Every hormone in her body crackled as she looked at him. “Have I mentioned how much I love this tent? So luxurious. Kind of hedonistic. I keep thinking servants dressed like belly dancers will show up and ask what my fondest wish is so they can fulfill it.”
“Sorry. No servants. Want to tell me what you’d have them do if they did appear?”
“I’d have them rub my soles and toes.”
He cocked a brow. “You’d want a foot massage?”
“God, yes. I’m in heels for work all the time. Needless to say they hurt a lot. Pedicures and massages are my guilty pleasures.” She laid back, held a foot in the air, and studied it.
“Your wish is my command.” Evan knelt next to the chest and rummaged through it.
“Whatcha searching for?”
“Here it is.” Evan presented a small bottle of body oil. “If you allow me, I’d love to massage you.”
“I have absolutely no objection to that.” She laughed, shucked the blanket, and stuck her legs in the air, wiggling her toes.
He sat at her feet and propped them on his legs. Oiling one foot, he proceeded to use his fingers and thumbs in expert fashion, stroking deep, caressing lightly, working out the kinks. She couldn’t help moaning in pleasure as the pressure and tightness in her arch released. He repeated the process on the other one. All too soon for her liking, Evan stopped, but he kissed his way up a leg and her torso, ending with a peck to the nose and a small kiss on the lips.
He slid up behind her and held her in his arms. She loved the feel of his hard body against her back as they spooned in the tent, listening to the swish and gurgle of the water meeting the sand. She caught strains of music in the distance.
Yes, I could stay this way forever. Is it even a possibility? She closed her eyes with a small sigh. If only….
Chapter Six
Time had passed while they napped in each others’ arms. How much she wasn’t sure. Darkness still draped the sky, so they hadn’t slept the night away. She stroked his chest, loving the feel of his skin, committing it to memory.
“That’s nice, Gwen.”
The tenor and accent of his voice reverberated through her, sparked her desires for him again, but before she asked for another round, she had to clear the air. “Evan? Do you ever get back to the States?”
“Rarely. The company needs me right where I’m at. And, when I do travel, it’s normally for business. If it is for pleasure, it’s so short a trip I end up wondering why I went in the first place.”
Disappointment churned up acid in her stomach. He could have said he’d love to visit her or at least try to. Then again, at least he didn’t lie to her, make promises he couldn’t keep. Still, his answer hurt more than she cared to admit. “Oh. Okay. So I guess when I leave tomorrow, that’ll be it then.”
Her heart drummed loudly in her ears as she waited for his response.
“I thought this was just a one-night date thing,” he stated, soft and slow. “Which reminds me, earlier you gave me the impression there was more to your fantasy. Care to share? The night’s young. There’s time left to do something about it.”
One-night date thing. The comment stung. She rose and slipped on the bra and panties in a huff, overreacting but not able to stop herself. “You know, it’s all right. I think I’ve had enough fantasy stuff for the time being.”
“Come on, Gwen. Don’t be like this. We’re having a nice time, so why don’t you tell me, and we can make it even better?”
She shook her head. “I’ve only ever told Heather my whole fantasy, and it’s going to stay that way.” She picked up the dress and shoes, glanced with longing at the wine and crackers. So much for having a late night drink and snack in bed with him. “Which way is the villa?”
He tilted his head toward the back of the cabana. “Straight back from here. The door should be open.”
“Thanks.” She hurried out of th
e tent, hearing him curse and stumble about in the chaos they’d made of the blankets and pillows. As she reached the door, the scratching of footsteps in the sand behind her grew loud. She rushed inside, slamming the door behind her.
A tall, dark-skinned man dressed in a crisp white shirt, black tie, and black pants stood in the foyer.
“Are you the butler?”
“Si, señorita. I am Jacinto. At your service.”
“Good. Could you call me a cab, please?”
“Si, señorita.” He bowed his head.
Gwen called out a thank you to the butler as she jogged down the hall. She couldn’t wait to go back to her hotel room and fall into a deep hole with a vat of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. If they even have that on this misbegotten island. In the bedroom, she tossed the dress and shoes on the bed.
Quick as she could, she donned her sundress and flip-flops, trying not to feel like a fool, telling herself fantasies were just silly dreams. Evan might be everything she wanted in a man—handsome, intelligent, even had the possibility of financial stability if he didn’t keep blowing his savings on nights and women like he did this evening. Not that she needed a rich man…just one who was willing to work hard with her to make their dreams come true.
But not all dreams are meant to come true.
The whole situation caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end. She had no real idea who the man was. Sure they had spent a passionate night together, but as for the true mind and spirit tied to his handsome, well-sculpted form, she had no clue.
I could kick myself for being so stupid, for thinking it could be more than a fling.
How could Heather have done this to her? Why had she gone along with the harebrained idea?
The door to the bedroom opened. Evan stood in the passageway. “Please don’t go, Gwen. Talk to me.”
“Why discuss anything?” she asked, combing her hair with her fingers. “What we had was great, but as you said, it was for only one night, right? In a few hours, I’ll be on a plane back to Las Vegas. We won’t ever see each other again.”
