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“Just so we’re clear—because I know you pride yourself on being a gentleman—I want you to touch me.”
“Thank God.”
He closed the space between us, and then those work-roughened hands I’d dreamed about were on me, massaging my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they were taut peaks. My breath hissed out.
“So damned pretty.” He bent, closing his mouth around one nipple, and I wobbled as my knees went weak.
He took advantage, tipping me backward until we tumbled onto the berth, and he ranged over me, greedily suckling as he explored the rest of me with his wonderful hands. I moved restlessly beneath him as every touch and stroke lit little fires along my skin, winding me tighter and tighter. When he finally moved lower, hooking his fingers in the edges of my bikini bottoms and dragging them down, all I could think was, Yes.
Then he spread my thighs, settling his broad shoulders between them and dipping his head to taste my most intimate flesh.
“Oh, God!”
There was no room for anxiety, no room for self-consciousness, no room to remember that no one else had ever done this. There was only the unspeakable pleasure as he worked me with his mouth and tongue. Sensation built to an unbearable edge. My fingers clenched in his hair, and I didn’t know if I was trying to pull him away or keep him close. Then he slid a finger into the center of the ache, and I detonated.
Hoyt eased me back down from the cliff. By the time the strongest of the shuddering aftershocks had passed, he’d crawled up beside me, one broad hand resting low on my belly as he stared down with a mix of wonder and satisfaction.
“I see now why we needed privacy. Need some water for your throat?”
I kind of wished for a bucket of water over my head to cool my flaming cheeks. “I… it’s been a long time. And I’ve never done… er… that.”
His eyes sparked. “Bonus for me.”
Summoning muscle control from somewhere, I rolled toward him, nipping his bottom lip. “My turn.”
It took longer than I wanted to wrestle off his board shorts, mostly because my coordination was still sapped. But his amusement at that fact quickly faded when I had him in my hand. He was beautifully made, his body built for action because of his job. I stroked my thumb along the underside of his cock, enjoying how he jumped in my hand. Hoyt flailed a bit, finally coming up with a condom he’d stowed somewhere. As he rolled it on, some of my nerves came back.
I’d only done this with one other person, and not since high school. I hadn’t trusted anyone enough.
At my hesitation, Hoyt lifted his gaze to me, concern all over his face. “You okay? We don’t have to?—”
“No. No, I’m fine. Don’t stop.” I wanted this. I wanted him.
He pulled me over the top of him. “You’re in control.”
That he’d give me this gift, understand that I’d need it, meant so much to me. I took his mouth again, sinking into the taste of sea and salt and him as our bodies heated together. Reaching between us, I notched him at my entrance and slowly sank down, using the rock of the boat to ease him deeper and deeper inside me. I was so incredibly full in the best possible way.
Hoyt’s hands gripped my thighs, and the muscles of his abs shuddered. I could feel what it cost him to hold still while my body adjusted to the girth of his. Always putting me first, this man. In a life full of so many challenges, so many disadvantages, how had I gotten so lucky?
Framing his face in my hands, I couldn’t quite stop the glimmer of tears. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
His eyes fixed on my face, and I knew the instant he registered the tears. Because I didn’t want to ruin this beautiful moment, I kissed him, pouring out all the emotion brimming inside me as I began to move in a slow rise and fall, chasing our pleasure. One hand tangled in my hair, the other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me close so he could rock deeper into me with every thrust. Every nerve lit with delicious sensation. Absolutely nothing had ever felt as good as having him inside me. Each kiss grew more fevered, each touch more frantic. The wave of heat built between us until it ate through the last of our control and sent us up in flames.
Some time later, I wilted over his chest. We were both damp. From our brief swim or our own exertions, I didn’t know. I just knew I didn’t want to move from this spot, skin to skin and wonderfully sated. Maybe after I got my breath back in a century or so.
Hoyt stroked a hand down my spine and rasped, “Well, that seals it.”
“Seals what?” I managed.
“Now I absolutely have to buy the boat.”
17
Hoyt
“We don’t have time for this.” Caroline’s words were practical, but her breathy tone and the way her fingers threaded into my hair said otherwise.
I continued my slow, nibbling exploration down her throat, toward the patch of skin revealed by the V of her shirt. “I can be fast.”
