Buck didn’t waste a second. He tugged her close again, and this time she didn’t complain as he filled his mouth with one hard peak. The other he positioned in the center of his palm to knead softly.
Bobbie ran her fingers through his hair, and each time he sucked with vigor, she plucked a lock, aggressively, letting him know without words that she liked it.
So frigging responsive.
He bet that once he got his hands on other parts of her, he’d find her soaking wet and wanting. The thought had his cock even stiffer in his jeans, andthatuncomfortable confinement had to be remedied.
Not waiting for Bobbie to take the lead this time, Buck stood—watching out for his head at the last minute—and with her eyes glued to him, he popped the button on his jeans.
Her mouth went slack and her eyes glazed a little as he toed off his deck shoes.
Not that she hadn’t seenandhad her mouth on the appendage that was about to be revealed, but Buck knew Bobbie. Her mind had to have flown right past that, to where her pussy would finally know what it felt like to be penetrated by his girth.
He shucked his pants and boxers. Swiftly. Because he couldn’t wait, either.
“Come here,” she hissed, reaching for his cock to stroke him firmly from root to tip. “I want that in my mouth.”
“Been there, done that,” he answered raspily. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
Stark naked and bending at the waist, he placed a shoulder to her mid-section, then without standing up, he moved her toward her bed like a linebacker, or a beast of burden.
But what a burden.
Her warm tits pressed into his upper back as she squealed in delight.
Yeah.She’d always liked it when he let out his inner animal and did something overtly macho. She was secure enough in herself not to be intimidated when he went all caveman.
“Watch the doorframe,” she cautioned giddily as he edged his way into the tiny forepeak.
He managed to lay her down without damaging either one of them, and stood back, deliberating.
Yeah.This was going to be interesting. Although the mattress was wide at the foot, at its apex, where it nestled into the V of the hull, there was barely room for one head, let alone two. And as he’d thought, the length of the thing wasn’t about to accommodate his six-foot-two frame, so it was time to get inventive.
He grabbed Bobbie’s ankles and turned her ninety degrees so that her head was now at one side of the bed, and her feet at the other. He remained standing, slightly bent at the waist.
Perfect.
“These have to go,” he said, eyeing her 1980’s throwback, parachute pants. He got why she wore them. They were roomy as well as lightweight and breathable, which meant they dried easily when they were doused with salt spray. Lucky for him, the loose construction also made them simple for removal, and Buck had her stripped of them in seconds.
His mind froze.
Pretty pink lace.
Buck didn’t know what he’d expected to find underneath the utilitarian coverings she wore, but not this. He had her pegged for pure cotton. This was a tiny scrap of silk, see-through, barely covering the strip of dark hair he could glimpse beneath.
Buck leaned forward, pressed his nose to the softness and breathed in, then he yanked her closer to the foot of the bed, knelt on the floor, and did it again.
Heaven.
“Take them off and get to the good stuff,” Bobbie demanded, but the humor was still evident in her tone. “I want my foreplay to beafter-play, because I can’t wait any longer to see how you use that weapon between your legs when engaged in joint combat.”
Now she was speaking his language, because Buck wasn’t sure how slow he could go.
His mouth was watering for her kisses. His cock was weeping for her pussy, and he agreed with her sentiments. If he didn’t get inside her, soon, he might explode all over her pretty ocean-themed bedding.
“You’re sure?” he asked gruffly, because he wasn’t an asshole who’d just plow forward without being dead certain.
“Have I ever said anything to you that I don’t mean?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in jest. “Youknowme, Buck. I want this. Now.”
