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His first licks were long and slow, as if he had forever to toy with her like a kid trying to make an ice-cream cone last. Her nerves were teased to the brink, so she rocked against him and decided there was no shame in begging, not when she needed to come so badly.
“Please, just make me come. I’m so close.”
He slipped his tongue between the slick folds of her flesh and pushed into her, teasing her desire to be filled with his hard cock. Yet he fucked her with his tongue, exploring and taunting. It felt too good to tell him to stop, though it tightened her need with each press and lick.
She tried to tell him what she needed, but her mouth was unable to do anything but chase her breath with half-formed words and quiet moans. Maybe if she were able to scream her pleasure, she might get some control, but she didn’t want to alert anyone to how expertly Joe played her pussy. If anyone caught them, he might stop, and she’d rather die than let anything get in the way of her orgasm. She’d explode if she didn’t get it, she had no doubt.
He licked and nibbled his way to the tight bud of nerves begging for his attention. She tilted her hips, bringing his mouth there, right there, as he suckled with more gentleness than he’d shown any other part of her body.
He moved one hand to the small of her back and brought the other one around, threading his fingers into her. Ecstasy rolled through her. It seemed as if he managed to tongue her clit on the outside, while his fingers stroked it on the inside.
Her skin flushed hot, her vision darkening as his sweet torture brought on a tidal wave of fiery pleasure. She couldn’t breathe as her body shook with the rapid spasms of release. She would have slipped into the ocean, probably drowning in her bliss if not for Joe’s strong arms keeping her safe.
She’d never come so hard, never feared she might pass out from the intensity of an orgasm. As she spiraled down from the clouds, he let her leg slip from his shoulder and helped her to slide down into the warm water next to him. She knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned against his solid chest, savoring the high of such extreme pleasure.
He massaged her back with his hands and pressed soft kisses into her hair. Coming down felt a bit like waking up on a lazy Sunday morning. She stretched and breathed deep, letting the mix of sea air, plumeria and Joe’s own musk imprint on her memory.
She tilted her head up to look at him. “You should warn a girl you can make her come that hard. I’m not sure how I am supposed to make it up the hill.”
“I’ll carry you to the truck and drive from there.” He shifted as if she expected him to carry her off right then.
“Wait, I don’t want to go yet.” She nuzzled beneath his neck, moving closer until she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her belly.
“You were serious about swimming?” He threaded his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp.
“There are other ways to get some exercise in the water.” She slipped her hand between them and pressed her palm against him, her mind reeling that she couldn’t feel the root or head with the entire length of her hand. Wasn’t that an unexpected treat?
She slid her hand up the length of him, pressing his hardness against the lean muscle of his stomach until she discovered the swollen tip just below his belly button. She teased his navel and his cock until his breath caught.
“We should go home.” He leaned away from her so she used the opportunity to move her other hand down to cup his balls.
“You’re kind of amazing.” Now was no time to be noble. She smiled up at him, wondering if she should ask how big he was. Curiosity had her making calculations in her mind. Even in the water his balls seemed full and heavy, bringing his long cock into proportion. She ran her hand up, wondering if her mind were exaggerating things because she wanted him so desperately. There was just so much of him. “Just how big are you?”
His upper lip twitched in a smirk. He grabbed her wrist, but she didn’t release him. “Probably more than you can handle. Let’s go find out.”
Chapter Seven
By the time they got their clothes on and made it back to his truck, Joe knew he’d made a critical error. She’d taken off her dress and his brain had shorted out. That never happened. Even as a hormonal adolescent he’d been able to think with the right head.
As he jammed the truck in gear and climbed the gravel road up the hill, he tried to think of anything but that Saskia wore nothing beneath the wisp of a dress currently plastered to her lithe body. His dick was still telling him to race home, and his brain had to agree. He needed to get home and get his ass in a cold shower.
He might have to stay there all damned night to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. Again.
Maybe if this damned island were bigger, he would have figured out his next move by the time he pulled up beside the house.
“Someone is in a hurry.” Saskia undid her seatbelt and climbed out of the truck.
He winced, realizing she thought he’d powered home for an entirely different reason. He rubbed the tense muscles in his neck, willing his mind to come up with some kind of escape route. Some way to rewind time so he hadn’t been stupid enough to get in the water.
But thinking brought to mind visions of Saskia naked, the feel of her nipple ring beneath his tongue, the taste of her. Maybe the only way out of this was to chop his own head off. Either one would do.
He huffed a breath and got out of the truck, peering in the darkness for Saskia. The water had reflected the moonlight, but up here the world had been reduced to dark outlines. He thought of how she’d bounded towards the hammock when she’d first arrived and checked there. Finding it empty, he climbed in himself.
Maybe he could fall asleep out here, dream up some solution and fix everything in the morning.
“You’re kind of freaking out, aren’t you?”
The sound of her voice startled him and his heart hammered even faster. “I’m sorry.”
She had a sweet laugh, light and almost musical. “Sorry that the two minutes it took to drive here gave you time to have second thoughts and now your balls ache? Or sorry that in your head I was still a bratty kid and now we’re about to do some amazing things on your bed?”
“Both?” Neither. She was Dutch’s daughter, but it was more than that. She’d somehow had the power to make him stop thinking. He’d done that once before and wound up wrecked.
“It’s very sweet that you want to be noble.” Her voice moved closer, yet he still startled when she laid a hand on his chest. She trailed over the contours of his muscles, pausing to roll a nipple between her fingers. Damn if it didn’t seem connected to his cock. “Or do you want me to come on to you? Is that your kink?”
“You are awfully interested in kinks. Every time you ask I wonder what yours is.”
“I’m working on it.”
He bit back a groan. “Listen, we need to slow this down.” To a dead stop. He tried to remember why he’d been so frustrated with her just a few hours ago, but there was too much testosterone flowing through him for logic.
“I don’t beg. So if that’s your thing, you’re going to have to get over yourself.” She pinched his nipple, but didn’t release it. Just kept holding until the sharp pain eased, a heavy ache taking its place. “Do you want to take me upstairs?”
“Yes,” his traitorous mouth spoke for him. No doubt his greedy tongue wanted more of her. “But I’m not going to. You just got here, and you were drinking tonight…”
“I drank champagne.” She released her hold, only to flick his tender peak with her fingernail. He covered the spot with his hand, pressing to hold the feeling in. “But I do have one request.”
“You can have any room you want. I’ll stay out here.”
“Johannes.” Her hot breath puffed against his ear, her hair whispering against his shoulder. “No touching yourself. If you’re hard for me, it’s for me, not for you.”
Her words went straight to his cock, filling it and deepening the ache in his balls. He wanted to
squeeze himself, but didn’t. It was only fair.
“Holly, I have another great idea.” Saskia adjusted her earpiece and rolled her shoulders one at a time, beginning her morning stretch sequence. The scent of hibiscus mingled with the sea air, relaxing her more than any candle she’d ever lit.
“Can you have your idea after the sun comes up?” Holly’s voice seemed slow and rough, as if she didn’t know it was almost eight.
“Sun’s been up for hours, babe. I’ve gone through the entire routine for my hip-hop class. Hence my moment of genius. Someone needs to invent a way for me to hear music in one ear and use my phone with the other so I can work out and do business. Two birds.”
“I’m sure there’s an app for that, but with you it is a horrible idea. You have a hard enough time paying attention as it is.”
“Moving helps me focus.” She pulled one arm across her body to loosen her back. “Seriously. Do we know someone who could make that happen?”
“Sass? It is seriously dark outside.” She whimpered like a hungry kitten.
“Open your curtains. I need to talk to you before I hit the water.” She stretched her other arm, trying to focus on relaxing the muscles, not envisioning Joe Prinsen’s sculpted back working the sailboat. That was, if he still insisted on being her chaperone. Yesterday she’d wanted to sail around the island herself, but after last night being alone didn’t sit right.
“Listen, Miss Dawn Dancer at the equator.” More rustling, and was that a groan? “Where am I?”
“Your folks’ house?” Crap, she couldn’t have Holly pissed right now. She needed her voice of reason, and that had been Holly for the last decade.
“In Fairbanks, Alaska. Where it is the middle of the night. Dark and quiet and perfect for sleep.”
“Okay, sorry. But can you go back to sleep after? I’ll be fast.”
“That’s what he said.” Holly’s quiet chuckle meant she was game, thank goodness.
“I’ll do business first, that ought to perk you up. The appliqués on the bandeau top and micro thong are a go. I know I was doubtful, but I figured out how to make it work while I was on the plane.”
“They didn’t disappear into your muffin?”
It was her turn to laugh. “Nope, kept it covered, and not much else.”
“Huh. Well, I guess if you’re going to wear a suit that small, you’re not concerned with being modest.”
“And I made some adjustments on the crocheted bodice one-piece. You wouldn’t believe my fix.” She used her best dork voice. “Buttons. I sewed buttons on my underwear.”
Holly’s laughter might wake up her entire family. “You better be careful or Sassy V is going to be a one-season line and you’ll wind up teaching aerobics forever and I’ll have to beg for my job back. This is the first Christmas I have been able to enjoy since I was fifteen and got caught up in the retail grind.”
“Yes, no more managing boutiques for you.” She reached one arm up and leaned to the side. “But I like turning music up loud and shaking my ass. I’m more comfortable doing it at the gym than in clubs. Those places are just a meat market.” She shuddered at the memory of the last time she’d been out with friends and wound up surrounded by a bunch of grabby frat boys. No, thank you.
“Maybe the clubs in New York will be different.”
She stretched to the other side. “I don’t want to live in New York. It snows there.”
“We’ll have to be there for meetings and shows. It will be exciting.”
“It will be cold. My hands get cold in Miami. I’ll wind up with frostbite up north.” She took a deep breath and gave voice to the idea she’d been toying with since she’d signed the contracts. “You know, we could move down here.”
“I’m a chubby girl from Alaska. You really think I’d survive on Vanilla? I’m built to dress in layers and I’m not talking about layering your crocheted muffin cover.”
“Anguilla, and you would love it. We could even develop a machine that sprays on sun block like they do spray tans. I had to strip myself naked this morning and practically bathe in the stuff. And I’ll have to do it again later.” But maybe then she’d have help, in both the naked and rubbing her body down departments.
“I don’t want to encourage your distractions, but that’s not a bad idea. The sun block, not the living on an island without an airport.”
“We have an airport, it’s just only for private jets.” She straightened up and circled her hips, realizing she wasn’t making an argument Holly would buy into. “There is no income tax. We could keep every penny we make.”
“How does that work?” She sounded wide awake now.
“Import and export taxes are all we have, and since we’re no longer manufacturing a product, we’re golden.”
“You’re totally serious about this. Is there something wrong with your dad? Does he need you there?”
“I’m guessing he’s fine since he’s leading a diving expedition.”
“He’s not even there? Oh, hon, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want to spend the holidays alone.”
She folded her body down, letting her head hang to release her neck, back, hamstrings. “He should be back tomorrow, so we’ll have a day before I fly home. Unless he wants to move my ticket. From the look of things, he’s not hurting for money. He’s completely remodeled the house. Well, everything except my room.”
“That’s kind of sweet.”
A bright green lizard darted out from behind the hammock trees, taking off down the hill. “The house looks like a magazine. Well, no, more like a furniture showroom. It’s like no one actually lives here. And he doesn’t even live alone.”
“He has a girlfriend? You should have opened with that, I would have woken right up for juicy gossip.”
“No, it’s a guy.” She rested her forearms on the dry ground and wondered how to explain Joe. She didn’t know what to make of him, which was why she needed Holly.
“He’s gay?”
“What? No. Joe is his godson. He moved here a few years ago, but my dad never really mentioned it. Well, he did, but he didn’t explain that Joe was Johannes.”
“You lost me.”
She stood tall and stared up at the clear blue sky. “Dad is the godfather for his best friend’s three sons. They’re ten years or so older than me, so I didn’t know them very well, and they treated me like I was a pest. Joe moved here, and has been living with Dad ever since. Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen him. He got another kid.”
“Sass, you talk to the man every Sunday like a religion. I’d be more concerned this guy is taking advantage of your dad. If he’s older than you, why doesn’t he have his own place?”
“I don’t know.” She reached up to her sagging ponytail and pulled the hair to tighten it.
“You haven’t asked?”
She sighed and stared out over Blowing Point Harbor, watching the ferry approach. “I got distracted.”
“Oh, Sassy, you didn’t.”
“Technically, I didn’t, but you make it sound like I chase every hot guy I meet, and we both know that’s not true. There is just something about him that makes me think about sex. Like pheromones or something.”
“And are his pheromones why you’re thinking we should move to Anguilla?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t think anything will actually happen, other than I’ll drool all over him if he gets too close. If I ever want to do a men’s line, he could model. He has these broad shoulders and his body is the perfect blend of strength and definition. And his cock is a thing of beauty. I think. I didn’t actually see it.”
The laughter was back. “Two things. One, no man wants to wear a crocheted bathing suit. Two, what did you do, jump him in the dark?”
“As a matter of fact, I went for a perfectly innocent swim in the moonlight. He just feels the need to stick to me like a babysitter.”
“Wait, you wore the muffin cover didn’t you?”
“I did, and he liked what he saw. I thin
k. By the time we got back to the house he’d changed his mind.”
“Or maybe he used the head with a brain. If he’s living with your dad, sleeping with you would be a slap in the face.”
“I’m a grown woman. And I think if my dad could pick someone for me to be with, it would probably be Joe. He’s from Holland.”
“Yeah. My dad would love for me to get with a guy from Alaska. But that would be a mistake, and I’m thinking your father’s freeloader isn’t your best move either.”
“He might agree with you, if he ever wakes up.” At least she guessed he was asleep. He wasn’t in the hammock and his truck was still here. She hadn’t trusted herself to find him in a bed and not take advantage of the situation. “We’re supposed to go sailing today.”
“Wait a second, you let him sleep, but I had to wake up? You do like him.”
“He was always nicer to me than his brothers were, and I mentioned he’s gorgeous, right? He was just so spooked last night I think I’m a little afraid of what he’ll have to say this morning.”
“When have you ever been afraid of anything?”
If Holly only knew. “I try and do things fast, before I worry about being intimidated. But I’ve been thinking about the way he shut down all night.”
“Do what you’re always telling me to do. Think about what you want to have happen, and then make it happen. It worked for Sassy V.”
That it did. Who knew the swimsuits she used to beg boutique owners to consign in their stores would find their way into high-end department stores next year. Everything had happened so fast, she still struggled to process how her life was going to change. She didn’t have to make the suits herself anymore, just the designs and prototypes. Which left her with time to do something. What did she want to do now?
Joe’s naked body came immediately to mind. Okay then.
“I can hear you thinking. Don’t go chasing this guy just because you haven’t found a guy at home you like in ages. I think you just have island fever.”