Although she would never cop to being a theater buff—not much call for Broadway musicals on the island—she could say, without a doubt, that this right here was the greatest show on Earth.
She licked her lips when the last button popped free. Felt her breasts grow heavy when he hooked a thumb in his waistband. And squeezed her thighs around her hot, swollen sex when he tugged, ever so slowly, and she was gifted with a view of the SAXX logo on the waistband of his black boxer briefs.
“Why did you stop?” Her voice was husky with anticipation when he got his jeans down the barest inch before pausing.
“It occurs to me that maybe we should hold off on this until after you’ve had some rest. Weren’t you sayin’ you felt like a can of smashed assholes?”
“That was before.” She waved away his concern.
“Before what?”
“Before I knew sex with you was on the table. I couldn’t nap now if you hit me over the head with a two-by-four. So kindly…” She made a rolling motion with her hand. “Continue.”
He chuckled, tugged his jeans the tiniest bit lower, and then…
Stopped again!
ARGH!
“Now what?” she demanded, unable to keep the impatience from her voice.
“Just makin’ sure you’re ready for what’s comin’.” A seductive glint fired in his eyes.
“Hopefully what’s coming will beme,” she told him cheekily. “AndI’ve been ready for that since the day we met.”
“Holy hell, woman. When you say things like that…” He trailed off and she watched him grab the thick length of his cock through his jeans.
Soon she would get a chance to see and feel that hungry column of flesh for herself. Of course, if he kept talking, it wouldn’t be soon enough.
“Stop flapping your lips and keep going,” she grumbled. “Why are you stalling?”
“I’m not stallin’.” He teased her by hooking a thumb in a belt loop and pulling his jeans down far enough so she got a spectacular view of his Michelangelo muscles, those creases on either side of his lower stomach that separated his abs from his hips. “I’m takin’ my time. There’s no need to rush.”
“What if Iwantyou to rush?” She was going to follow those creases with her tongue. And then she was going to use her tongue on what was smack-dab between them.
“Then I’d say you’re goin’ to be mighty disappointed. When it comes to makin’ love, I like to go slow. Touch every inch. Kiss every inch.Tasteevery inch.”
She shuddered. “Then get to it.” She threw her uninjured arm wide. “I’m ready to be touched and kissed and tasted.”
She waspastready. Sofarpast ready, in fact, she was tempted to reach down and touch herself through her sleep shorts. She’d never been this horny. If she didn’t get some relief soon, she worried she might explode.
Poof!Chrissy goo all over the windows and the walls.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he assured her, his voice low as he slid the wet denim down his legs and left his jeans in a pile on the floor.
When he stood, a breath shuddered out of her. She’d seen him in swim trunks. She knew all about his broad, hairless chest, his long, strong legs, and his six-pack abs. But this was different. Unlike his swim trunks, which hung loose around his hips, his boxer briefs clung to every inch of him.
Every. Single.Inch.
And there weremany.Both in length and girth.
When she swallowed, her desert-dry throat made aclickingsound.
Again, he cupped his cock in his hand, giving it a squeeze. He knew she was waiting with bated breath to see what he held, but he didn’t make a single move to shuck his drawers.
The infuriating man!
“Alex informed me the clitoris has 8000 nerve endings,” she told him. Deep Six’s resident historian had a head for trivia, and she seemed determined to share it with anyone who would listen. “So if you’re going to drag this out and get on my nerves, I would appreciate it very much if you would make sure it’s one ofthose.”
