He’d known she wouldn’t wear a swimsuit and she wasn’t. What he hadn’t expected was how satisfied he’d been that she hadn’t frolicked in the sea with the rest of them. He’d had to tear his eyes away from her and it hadn’t escaped him that he wasn’t the only one. Had she noticed? At any rate, having her remain on deck, dutifully working while they swam, had been just fine with him. He wasn’t a jealous guy, but every so often, he’d been honest enough to admit that there was a twinge of something dark that stirred inside him when he caught one of the young guys looking at her.
He baulked at the thought that he might be jealous. He didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. To be jealous, you had to invest, and he was over any kind of emotional investment—had been for years.
No. The bottom line was that this sexy creature represented the taste of forbidden fruit, and what could be more succulent?
He eased the bra off her, expertly unclasping it from behind, and groaned as he settled his hand on her bare breast. He raised himself over her, staring down, taking deep breaths as he pulled off the top and bra.
Her skin was soft and smooth, her breasts small and pert, tipped with glorious, pink, circular discs begging to be licked.
But not yet. First he wanted to savour just the stunning sight of her. See all of her...
He undid the sarong with shaking hands. Underneath she had on a pair of tight shorts, red to match the colours in the sarong, and underneath that her panties.
A voyage of discovery. Heady, sexy, mind-blowing. He’d returned to an adolescent place where he was no longer in control of his reactions. He should have been disconcerted, but instead it was a turn-on. Like taking a white-water ride.
Ellie blossomed under that fierce, appreciative gaze. His nakedness was intensely erotic. When he had clothes on, his good looks were on the killer scale. With him naked, words failed her.
She had never lain like this before, with a man’s eyes hungry on her naked body. Her one boyfriend, the guy who should have been her soul mate, because they had known one another for a couple of years before going out, had been a disappointment. It had been a classic case of friends who should never have strayed from the straight and narrow. They had parted company without any bad feelings at all. They followed one another on social media, offering appropriate congratulations as necessary at life’s small triumphs, but all that she had taken from it was the firm conviction that, when it came to the physical, she was sorely lacking.
Ben had been pleasant, kind and good-looking. Theoretically, it should have been good between them. Shouldn’t it? So this intense reaction now was something she was ill-prepared for and she could feel it sweeping her along with the ferocity of a tidal wave.
The first touch made her moan out loud and she squirmed as he settled over her and began exploring her breasts with his tongue, with his mouth, with his hands.
Not even in her wildest imaginings had anything felt so good. He suckled on her nipples, drawing them into his mouth while he stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He licked a sensuous path between her breasts and circled her belly button with his finger at the same time. When she squirmed to touch him, he gently propelled her back to tell her that he wanted her to feel like she’d never felt before.
‘But...’ she protested helplessly and he smiled.
‘Don’t worry. I’m not a saint. I want you touching me badly and we have all night to indulge... I’m happy to wait.’
‘All night?’ She’d almost forgotten that they were still on the yacht.
‘I have this boat for as long as I want it.’
Ellie sighed. She wriggled as he continued to touch her, stroking her stomach and circling her nipples with his finger. Then his mouth replaced his finger, and she gasped and breathed in sharply as he traced a sensuous path down her stomach with his tongue, inching lower, then parting her thighs with his hands so that she was open to him.
Then he kissed her between her legs, a gentle kiss, blowing softly before inserting his tongue into her wetness. Her instinct at this shocking show of intimacy was to snap her legs together. This was a place to which she had never gone before and an experience she had never had. However, he kept them open and she sank into the most shatteringly exquisite sensations she had ever had.
She squirmed against his questing tongue and groaned uncontrollably as it delved deeper into her, finding the pulsing beat of her clitoris and staying there to tease the swollen bud until she felt the spiral of pleasure soaring out of control. Her orgasm was unstoppable and she arched against his mouth and cried out, her whole body racked with a shuddering, climactic loss of control that blanked everything out of her mind.
Surfacing should have been horribly awkward. Mortification should have been tearing through her as cold reality took grip and made a mockery of her loss of inhibition. Instead, there was no time for searching questions, because now he guided her to pleasing him and, once again, she was lost in the moment and wonderfullypresentfor the first time in her life.
Every touch and every sensation exploded in Technicolor. The feel of him and the taste of him as she explored his body the way he had explored hers was an exquisite voyage of discovery, and it felt weirdlyright, even though a little voice in the back of her mind was telling her that it was anythingbut.
The ripple of muscle under her fingers and the sinewy strength of his body made her giddy with wanting. The sound of his low, urgent groans and the thick shakiness of his voice as he encouraged her where to go, where to touch and how to touch, made her melt.
Swept away on a surge of never-before-felt sensory overload, she only really came back down to earth when at last they lay next to one another on the queen-sized bed, utterly spent. Shyly, she reached for the sheet, but he flipped onto his side to look at her and gently steered her away from covering herself.
‘You have an amazing body,’ he murmured, sliding one hand along her waist to rest on her hip.
‘James...’
‘I know exactly what you’re going to say.’
‘Do you?’ She angled herself so that they were facing one another. The silvery light filtering into the cabin made the shadows dance around them and on their faces, but she could see that his eyes were both serious and ever so mildly amused.
His casualness relaxed her. She wasn’t sure what she had been expectingpost coitus. Maybe horror and embarrassment from him at what had taken place between them. She had steeled herself to deal with his recriminations as well as her own but there was a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
‘You’re going to remind me that I’m your boss and that what we just did was the worst thing we could have done...’
