My cock hardened, and I pressed between the cheeks of her ass. “And sometimes when you don’t.”
The house wasat the end of a gravel drive that curved through palms and sea grape to a low stone wall. I punched the gate code, then drove through.
“Wow,” she murmured when we came around the bend and the house came into view.
The house was longer than it was tall, with bleached stone walls, louvered shutters across the front, and a covered porch on the water side. The lawn ran to a strip of sand with nothing beyond it but the ocean. It wasn’t visible from where we were, but there was a lap pool and jetted spa on the opposite side.
“Did you come here as a kid?” she asked as I was carrying our bags inside after I’d pulled into the garage.
“My parents didn’t buy this place until we were out of high school, but we spent our vacations here after they did.”
We walked inside, opening doors and windows to let the breeze off the water move through the house.
Katarina stopped in the doorway facing the ocean. I stood behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder. “Welcome to the Bahamas.”
“Thank you for bringing me.”
“Thank you for letting me.”
The first morningwhen I woke, the bed was empty.
I went looking and found Katarina sitting on the porch, facing the water, with her legs drawn up. I pulled another chair over and sat in front of her with my legs spread.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She bit her lip.
“Come on. Whatever’s on your mind, you can share with me. Not just today but forever, kitten.”
She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then did it again. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Be still?”
She nodded.
“Then, we won’t be. Come on. Let’s go.”
“What are we doing?”
“I’m going to keep you moving so much that you’ll beg me to let you sit and do nothing.”
“It will never happen.”
“Challenge accepted.” I laughed. “Get one of those bikinis we got on our way here. We’re going out on the water.”
“How will I choose? You picked out ten.”
I shook my head. “Twenty. You only let me buy ten.”
“Which was your favorite?”
“The pink one.”
She rolled her eyes. “I should’ve known. It’s the skimpiest.”
“It’s that or naked, baby.”
The keysfor the Boston Whaler were on a hook in the shed by the dock. I checked the fuel and the bilge, then started it up. “Are you coming?” I asked when she stood on the dock but didn’t step close enough to get in.
