Chapter Fifteen
ELI
Holy shit.
I stared at Jules to ensure I’d heard her correctly—this was our resort accountant in front of me. Yet she was also someone completely new. I let my gaze slowly drift down her body clad in a purple bikini. Before the dive, I’d about fallen over when she revealed that, and I had continued to think about it while we were underwater. I was quickly brought back to the very intriguing present when her hands trailed down my chest, lighting my skin on fire.
“Yes. Here and now. Where should we go?”
My eyes lifted to the dive shack behind her. The clothes we’d arrived in were in there. And more importantly, so was the condom in my wallet. But it sure wouldn’t be comfortable. I nodded toward the wooden structure.
“If you’re serious about the here and now thing, I suggest the shack. But it’ll be hotter than hell in there.”
Jules laughed, a sultry sound that sent a fresh, hot wave of desire through me. I’d never heard that laugh before,and I wanted to hear it again. “The heat is perfect for how I’m feeling right now,” she purred as she slowly stroked my chest.
“Couldn’t agree more,” I managed.
The urgency between us was electric, practically crackling in the humid air. I reached for her hand, and we stumbled toward the dive shack, drunk on desire. I fumbled with the door handle, finally wrenching it open. We tumbled inside, and I kicked it shut behind us. The dim interior hit us like a wall of heat. The sad excuse for a fan I’d left on whirred on the wall, stirring the stifling air without providing any real relief.
“God, it’s like an oven in here,” I muttered, sweat already beading on my skin. But as Jules pressed against me, her eyes alive with want, I couldn’t have cared less about the temperature.
“Wait until we make it even hotter.”
I groaned as her lips brushed my ear, my hands finding her hips. “You’re killing me, Verne. In the best possible way.”
As we kissed, desperate and deep, I could hardly believe this side of her. The prim, by-the-books accountant had vanished, replaced by this passionate woman who set my blood on fire. I couldn’t get enough. My fingers found the strings of her bikini top, and I untied them, letting the fabric fall away.
“I can’t believe you wore this today,” I murmured, drinking in the sight of her as I traced my fingers over her collarbone. “Do you have any idea what it did to me during that dive?”
“I’m embracing my adventurous side, remember? Any complaints?”
“Not a single one,” I growled, pushing her against thewall. I cupped her breasts in my hands, reveling in their full softness. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, tweaking them until they hardened at my touch. She let out a breathy moan that made me twitch. I lowered my head, taking one peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it before sucking gently, savoring her gasp of pleasure.
My hands kneaded her breasts as I alternated between them, licking and sucking. Her fingers slid into my hair, holding me close. The salt from the ocean lingered on her skin, mixing with her natural taste, which only inflamed my desire to taste other parts of her. As I dropped to my knees, I slid my hands down her sides. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, peeling them slowly down her legs.
“Lift your leg,” I said, my voice rough with desire.
She did, resting her foot on a pile of BCDs and opening herself to me. I took my time, kissing a path up her inner thighs. My stubble rasped against her soft skin as I nipped and licked. She squirmed above me as I slowly traced the crease of her thigh with my tongue, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
Jules groaned in frustration. “Eli, please…”
I looked up, meeting her gaze. The raw need I saw there nearly undid me. This woman, always so composed, was falling apart in front of me. And God help me, I wanted to shatter her completely.
I couldn’t deny her any longer. Or myself. I was damn near desperate.
I ran my tongue along her slick folds, savoring her taste. Her moans fueled the fire raging inside me. Flicking my tongue over her sensitive bud, her body arched against mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I knew I was doing something right. I continued the torture, alternatingbetween soft, gentle caresses and firmer, more insistent strokes.
“Eli!” she cried out, bucking her hips against my mouth. “Oh God… I’m…”
I redoubled my efforts, sending her hurtling over the edge with a strangled cry. The sound of it sent a primal sense of satisfaction coursing through me.
I grabbed my wallet, fingers clumsy with urgency as I withdrew the condom. But before I could rip open the package, Jules took control. She sank to her knees, tugging at my board shorts.
I closed my eyes, exhaling a groan as she took me in her mouth. Sweet mercy. The sensation was indescribable. Her tongue swirled, teasing and tasting, and I fought to maintain any semblance of control. I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body taut as Jules worked her magic. The heat, her mouth, the lingering taste of her on my tongue—it was sensory overload in the best possible way. My hands found her hair, freeing it from its ponytail. Sopping wet raven locks spilled over my fingers as I struggled to anchor myself, guiding her movements as I struggled not to lose myself completely.
“Jules.” I gasped. “You gotta stop or this’ll be over way too soon.”
She pulled back, a wicked gleam in her eye as she opened the condom. With deft fingers, she rolled it on.
