Without warning, coldness struck her sex. She started, and Hone chuckled.
“I should have warned you, but I wanted to see you jump.”
“Funny.”
The second application didn’t feel so bad. The lube heated from her body and the coolness eased her swollen flesh.
“I’m putting on a condom now, hopefully one that won’t bust. Date’s good. Nah, we’re good.”
“Pleased to hear it,” Cassie said in a tart tone.
He laughed in that infectious way of his, the one where his entire face lit up, sometimes with that weird red glow in his stare. No idea what that was, but she’d already deduced if she saw that gleam, emotion had come to the fore.
Hands smoothed over her buttocks, the point of contact igniting lust in a big way. Condom. Contact. All engines go.
His cock prodded her entrance and pushed inside her. She winced and forced herself to relax. She hurt, but she wanted him so much.
As he pushed deeper, his finger glided over her clit. Instantly, pleasure pushed to the fore, desire and need. The warmth from his chest as he leaned against her, his cock fully embedded. Heaven.
He continued to move with slow, even strokes. It was magical. It was mesmerizing. It was stunningly beautiful the way he took his time. The man played her like a maestro, then upped the tension until she exploded with the ecstasy, with the joy and bliss of the moment. And as she toppled into orgasm, he increased his pace, driving into her now, flesh slapping flesh until his cock contracted and he reached his own completion.
Hone stilled, deep in her body. “I don’t know if I can move. You’ve worn me out.”
Cassie snorted a laugh. “Not you. You’re insatiable.”
He separated their bodies, and she mourned the loss of contact. “Be back soon.”
Cassie waited a second, then tugged off her blindfold to stare after him. She wasn’t stupid enough to miss the view.
His tattoo drew her attention. She blinked, sure she was seeing things. The dragon. She clapped her hand over her mouth before she made a fool of herself.
She could have sworn the dragon had been ready to leap from Hone’s skin, its red eyes flaring full of fiery life.
Now…now it appeared as if it were asleep.
The water turned on and switched off. Hone wandered from the en suite with a washcloth in his hand, a big yawn splitting his face. He stilled on seeing her. “Something wrong?”
“No, but you’re going to start me yawning soon. Someone kept me awake all night.”
His grin told her that hadn’t been a problem for him. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Hone.”
“Love the way you blush. Go on, babe. I’ve seen you now. Don’t try to hide from me.”
When she hesitated, he pushed her gently, so she fell against the pillows and used his free hand to tug her legs apart. She sighed as the warm cloth hit her swollen tissues and sighed again as the heat eased the lingering sting.
That done, he tossed the cloth aside and gathered her in his arms. “You up for snorkeling?”
“I need a nap.”
“We can do that. A quick nap before we go for a drive to Goat Island. I organized a picnic basket when I walked over to the main building.”
“I like a man with a plan.”
Hone laughed as he tugged her against his chest and nuzzled her hair. She drifted toward sleep, her mind heavy. Life after Hone would be difficult, even if she was richer for their acquaintance.
