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Looking down, she saw the sheen of dampness made her skin glisten. Not bad, considering how much time I spend at my desk. Dylan wrapped the towel about himself, then stroked her face gently as he had in the ocean. Delicious.
“I don’t think you want to be completely dry, do you?”
Michaela shuddered as he ran his fingertips over her arms and down to her fingers, finally lifting her hands up to rest on his bare chest. Trailing his fingers back down her arms to trace the undersides of her breasts, Dylan smiled, and she watched his pupils dilate with desire.
“Take it slow. We agreed, didn’t we?” True to his word, he slowly, ever so slowly undid the knot behind her neck. Then the one at her back. Her bikini top fell uselessly to the floor.
She automatically went to put her hands over her chest, then repressed the urge, letting her arms drop to her sides and his hot gaze burn her flesh. He rewarded her with a smile. One at a time, he undid the bows at the sides of her bikini bottom until she was standing, still damp, entirely naked in front of him.
“Lovely,” he said, and stooped to kiss first one side of her neck, then the other.
The towel was still slung low around his waist. Michaela longed to tear it off, but she controlled herself, biting her lip and trying not to look below his chest. He must have noticed.
“You were the one who asked to take it slow,” he drawled. “There’s no going back on your request now.”
As he reached for a bottle of water, his muscles rippled, and she longed to touch them. “Show-off.” George’s dance routines were certainly doing great things for his body.
“That’s not showing off. Now this—” Dylan put down the water and struck a 1980s Mr. T glamour pose, which made Michaela laugh.
“Or maybe this?” He extended an arm in a long dance pose so his pectorals rippled and Michaela had to work to hold back her sharp intake of breath.
“Enough of that.”
He dropped the pose and ran his hands from her fingertips to her shoulders, over her sternum and down, hovering over each breast. His light touch sent shivers over her skin. When he feathered his fingers around her aroused nipples, she strained toward him, hungry for his touch, but he was unrelenting, lightly cupping both her breasts, then releasing them before continuing down over her stomach and hips. “Is this fun yet?” he asked, grinning.
“No, not fun at all.”
“I better try harder.” Hands at her hips, he lifted her up and walked the few steps to the bed before laying her down under the dreamy white fabric of the four-poster. She longed to pull him down onto her.
No, you wanted to take it slow. You can do this. If you let him win, you’ll never hear the end of it.
Leaning over, he kissed her neck, her cheeks, her ears, then finally, finally took a nipple in his mouth. Despite herself, she whimpered. She trailed her fingers down his back, the pressure gentle at first, but as he pushed her further into arousal, she dug her nails in. Still, he managed to keep her hands away from his towel.
Fun? Teasing her might have been fun for him, but it was torturous from where she was lying. She squirmed on the bed, trying to guide his body to where she wanted it as the two of them touched, tantalized, and tasted each other. Dear lord, was he going to make her beg for it?
He kissed her long and deep. “Better?” he asked, pulling back on his heels and looking down at her.
“No. Slow doesn’t mean you need to stop.”
“Oh, are you sure about that?” He stood.
“Get back here,” Michaela said. Her own boldness made her blush.
“Well, well,” he whispered as he crawled back up her body. “Don’t think this hurts me any less than it hurts you. But I’m only following my cruise director’s orders. You wouldn’t want me disobeying my superior, now would you?” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and smirked when she moaned.
“Please.”
“Please?”
“Not so slow.”
“Is that an order?”
His touch had burned through her control. No longer thinking about her position or her reputation, she grabbed at his towel. “Take that off,” she demanded. She pulled the towel away, leaving only his wet trunks, clinging to every part of him.
“And get those off,” she said.
He pulled his trunks off in one swift tug, and the full extent of his erection sprung free.
Again, Michaela was a little astonished at his girth, but the sight of what she needed so close only made her wetter. She couldn’t stop the whimper at the back of her throat from escaping.
As if on cue, his attention became more urgent, his kisses hungry, biting and pulling at her skin as if he really might have her for lunch. Michaela writhed under him. As he tasted the smooth valley between her breasts, the skin of her belly, the hot tang of her inner thighs, she moaned. “No,” she said, “I want all of you this time.”
His face rose to hers, and he kissed her hard on the mouth as her fingers dug into his back and her legs clamped around his waist. “You know what I said about taking it slow?” she asked, giving him a devilish grin.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Forget it.”
“Oh, I’m not going to forget it. But don’t worry, I’ll speed things up just a little for you. If you’re good.”
“No more waiting,” she demanded. Moist and ready, she grabbed him and pulled him to her. Arching her back against the bed, she led him where she wanted him.
With a tight intake of breath, he slid all the way inside, and she moaned. Dear God, that felt good. He filled her up—filled her up completely. But despite his size, he was gentle, and as they rocked together, she had to admit he was fantastic. Perhaps she could do with a few lessons after all—as long as they were from him.
Then out of the fog of desire, a warning voice leapt into her brain. “Hang on.” She pushed him back. “Condom?”
“Damn. Of course. Don’t move.”
Reaching over to his bag beside the bed, Dylan pulled out a box of condoms and got one out. Watching him stroke the latex over his thick cock made Michaela even hotter, and she grabbed at his hips, practically dragging him back down to her.
“No. This is the bit where we slow down again,” he said.
“What?”
“You can’t be in control of everything, Michaela. Sometimes you have to bow to more expert advice.”
“Are you telling me you know more about sex than I do?”
“I couldn’t possibly comment.”
