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“Yeah?” I push up to sit, resting my back against the headboard, then I lift my chin in summons. Bring her to me. Make her beg. “Which island?”
“I dunno…” She fusses with the robe’s sash, fingering the soft fabric and making her way closer. “We’re getting close to Jamaica, right? We could go there.”
Jamaica.
Which just so happens to be the island Arun Savese spent time on before returning to mainland America.
What a fuckin’ co-inky dink.
“Yeah?” I extend my hand and wait for her to take it. Because she will. I know she will. The moment our palms touch, I wrapmy fingers around her wrist and draw her onto the bed. Her hair is dry after our time in the spa earlier. Her skin, dewy and delicious from the humidity surrounding us. I pull her closer, closer still, until her leg straddles mine and her sweet nipple pops free of her gown.
“You wanna go shopping or something?” I set my hand on her hip and draw a gentle pattern with the tip of my finger. “They have markets and stuff you might like.”
Lie! Chief Mayet hates shopping!
“Sure.” She smiles, her dimple popping and her eyes searching mine. “We could probably do a tour or something. They have this place, Doctor’s Cave Beach. We could check that out, too.”
“Well, of course.” I lean in and take her lips with mine. Sampling. Tasting. Testing just to see how desperately she wants to work an investigation behind my back.
I’ve caught her on her phone at least a dozen times since we set off on Monday.
“I wouldn’t mind taking you to the Green Grotto Caves, too. It’s stunning there.”
“You’ve been?” She pulls back, but only to place inches between us. So her eyes can find mine. “Have you been to Jamaica before?”
“Once.” I slide my palm along her thigh, drawing goosebumps to her flesh and a smile to my face. “When I was a kid. It was forever ago. But I remember even then, it was pretty special.”
“We could go there.” She reaches up and fixes the fabric of her gown, covering her bare breast like she thinks modesty is needed in this room. But I shake my head and lean in to grab the fabric between my teeth. I tug it away again, revealing her to me until a groan rolls along her throat and her thighs move.
Just a little.
Subtle.
But she shifts with want, her core sliding ever so gently across my thigh.
“Archer,” she breathes, dropping her head back and moaning. I release the fabric and take her pebbled nipple between my teeth instead, biting just hard enough to make her cry out. For her body to turn taut and her thighs to grow rock hard. But she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t try to escape me. “Shit.”
“You’re asking me to share you tomorrow, Mayet.” I slide my tongue over her peaked nipple and grin when her breath catches. “You want me to give up our isolation on a boat in the middle of the water, and trade it for civilization.”
“Oh god,” she groans. She inhales, but it’s choppy. Broken.
“So what should the asking price be for that, I wonder?” I clamp down on my own desire when she starts gliding against my thigh. She passes subtlety and races toward unhinged longing. “You want something from me. So what, Minka Mayet, should I ask of you?”
“I’m asking for a tour,” she chokes out. She wraps her hand around the back of my head when I bite, her fingers combing through my hair and holding on for fear I’ll stop. “Shit. Archer, it’s a tour. We’ll probably see some turtles and a human or two.”
“Uh-huh.” I release her breast, reveling in her whimper of protest, then I lift her, twisting her on the bed until she’s straddling my thighs, but she faces away. Her feet, tucked up beneath my elbows. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with desire. But all I do is place my palm on the middle of her back and push, until her ass is presented for my taking, and her hand falls to my already swollen cock.
I wear silky, black boxer shorts. But she’s quick, and she understands the price. She pushes them down as I flex my hipsup, freeing my dick until it springs back and slaps my lower stomach.
But I can’t focus on what she does. I have no brain power to give, because her pussy drips straight from her lips and onto my chest.
Sweet nectar. Delicious honey.
Cupping her ass and spreading her wide, a long, low growl reverberates along my throat as her pussy swells. As her pleasure dribbles free, anticipation making her clit pulse, visibly and welcome.
“Archer…” She fists my cock, her grip rough and her gasp bathing the engorged head. She only has to breathe on me and my balls twitch in preparation. Only has to throb in my vision for my release to taunt us both. “You need to touch me.”
I slap her ass cheek and moan when her pussy visibly tightens. “I am touching you, Mayet.”
