“What?” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Time for you to go very fast.”
“This is amazing!” Luna screams as she steers the boat into open water. The coastline disappears behind us with lightning speedand she’s laughing uncontrollably. “This is nothing like Pop’s canoe!”
I know we should turn back. It’s getting darker, the water is getting rougher. But she yelps and laughs every time the hull slams down against the waves, and I dinna want to let this moment go. Luna being wild and unrestrained is a sight.
Finally, happy and breathless, she pulls the throttle back and we slow to a stop, the boat bobbing gently in the waves. The sweeping beam from the lighthouse on the beach illuminates the coastline and we watch all the lights in the harbor blink on.
“This is the golden hour,” she sighs. “The perfect moment for lighting. Where’s my phone?” She moves from one end of the boat to the other, taking pictures of the waves, of the horizon, and the lighthouse, eyes narrowed in concentration. Her hair is tangled in snarls, her cheeks are red and chapped from the wind, and she’s never been more beautiful. When she catches me watching her, she self-consciously smooths her hair back. “What? Why are you smiling?”
“You are the most bonnie lass I’ve ever seen,” I admit.
Looking down at her windbreaker and jeans, she gives a dubious “Uh-huh.” Looking at the lights dotting the harbor, she sighs. “We should go back, huh?”
“I want more of you.”
That dinna come out right. I should have used sweet language about how beautiful she is, and how I want to make her feel good. Still, she leans back, gazing up at me.
“It won’t mean anything,” she whispers. “It’s just because of this. Because this is amazing right now.”
“I can make it even more amazing, little fox.” Sliding my fingers through her hair, I tilt her face up, kissing her, tasting the salt spray on her lips.
Chapter Twenty-One
In which there are nosy fishermen, tasty sandwiches, and long-overdue phone calls.
Luna…
The cold, composed Kai MacTavish reciting our wedding vows bears no resemblance to the man abruptly laying me down on the cushioned seats in the front of the boat. All those beautiful muscles and body ink are on display as he yanks his dress shirt off.
It doesn’t mean anything, I remind myself.
His hands run from my waist to my shoulders, pulling off my windbreaker and tank top. My nipples are painfully perky, straining against the thin silk of my bra as he pinches them, gently tugging one and then the other.
“Beautiful,” he grunts, kissing down my throat and fastening his lips around my nipple, sucking it hard through the fabric. My hands fly into his hair, holding his head against me as I feel a bright, sharp jolt, sparks of electricity streaking from my nipples to my center. This is ravenous Kai, and he yanks my bra off, burying his face between my breasts, kissing and stroking one, then the other.
He bites down, soothing the sting with his tongue and doing it again, chuckling low in his throat when I yelp and the vibrationis too much, every nerve ending in my skin sizzling. My jeans are yanked down to my ankles in seconds and he pushes his broad shoulders between my legs when I try to close them.
“Take off your shirt,” I demand, pulling on it. I want to see his tattoos dance and coil as I run my hand down the sculpted curves of his abs. He chuckles a little wildly and tears off his dress shirt, tossing it aside.
“Trust me, little fox. I’ll make you feel good,” he groans, biting the thin skin of my inner thigh and then blowing hot air on my wet undies. “These have to go.” Wrapping his hand in the silk, I hear it rip as he tears them off me, the fabric rubbing harshly against my clitoris.
His mouth fastens over my center in the most filthy, carnal of kisses, and his arm comes over my hips, slamming them back down against the cushions when I raise them. “Hold still. I dinna want to have to tie ya down to be good for me.”
“I will,” I moan, hyper-focused on the feel of his slick tongue sliding down the slim furrow between my lips, the point darting inside me, circling and stroking along my walls. His hands slide under my ass, gripping my cheeks and lifting my hips to his mouth, and when his lips fasten around my clitoris and he tugs just a bit too hard, I’m shocked into coming, shrieking, thighs desperately tightening against his head.
“Stay right there like a good lass,” he grunts, “dinna pull away.”
“Ea- easy for you to say,” I’m gasping, “it’s a lot. It’s too much.” He’s pulling my orgasm from me patiently, making it last longer, the tip of his tongue tickling against my painfully sensitive clit.
“You’re not done,” he scolds as the waves of my embarrassing and almost instant orgasm ebb. Two thick fingers cram inside me, his rough fingertips searching for that sensitive little patch Ican never find on my own. He chuckles against me as his fingers curl, pressing against it. “There it is,” he murmurs, mouth against my center. “So sensitive, aren’t ya? Be still. I have plans for this perfect little cunny.”
My fingers are gripping his hair, trying to ground myself, and I stare blankly up into the violet sky as the last of the sun’s rays recede. The boat’s gently rocking back and forth and the thrust of his fingers matches the movement. “You’re so wet, so good for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers from inside me and pushing them into my mouth. “Taste how much you want this.”
I bite down on them, glaring at his smug, beautiful face. Kai chuckles. “Harder,” he whispers. His glance darts to the left and I can hear voices carrying over the water and the low hum of a boat engine. “Keep my fingers in your mouth and stay quiet, little fox. You dinna want those fishermen to be getting curious and comin’ over, aye?”
One of my hands flails out, grabbing his shoulder and digging my nails in, trying to hold on as his mouth goes back down to my center, teeth gently tugging on one lip and then the other. His eyes look up to mine and he gives me a devilish wink as his teeth move to my clit.
