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Make up? What did they have to make up for— Realization was like a lightbulb in the darkness. Oh yes. He was here for this little game.
“In that case, this is a huge,” he flicked open his top button, “knock down,” he lowered his zipper, “drag out fight.”
She reached out, repeating his move and wrapping her fingers around his wrists before he could shove his pants down. “So angry sex?”
“Fuck yes.”
One side of her mouth curled up and shoved his pants down over his hips so they and his boxers fell to the ground. “Just so you know, I hate these panties.”
“Good because they’re not going to be salvageable after this.” He hooked a finger in them and the thin strap of lace snapped along with the last of his control.
In the next heartbeat, he had her pressed up against the wall, his hand encircling her wrists and holding her arms above her head, as he brought his mouth down on hers. It was like touching a match to the fuse of a firecracker, exhilarating and with enough sizzle of danger to make it more than a little fun.
Using his free hand, he traced a line down her side as slow and soft as their kiss was hard and fast. Damn, it was killing him not to rush this but he knew the payoff would be even better if he lingered, let the need build while he kissed his way down from the sensitive spot below her earlobe to the delicate place where her shoulders met her neck. While she begged for more, he trailed the back of his knuckles over the soft fullness of the side of her tits. Following the dip of her waist, he had to force himself not to speed up as he kissed lower, sucking her peaked nipple into his mouth, grazing the hard nub with his teeth. He was balancing so precariously on the verge of giving in to the urge to take her and make her his that when she let out a lusty moan as he traced the outward curve of her hips, his balls tightened and any idea that there was a world out there beyond them disappeared. By the time he finally circled her clit and slid two fingers inside her, she was so sweet and slick that it took all he had not to drop to his knees and taste his fill until her thighs were quaking on either side of his face as she came.
“You dare tease me any longer,” she said, her voice husky with want. “And I’m going to tell everyone that you stole Grace’s pants.”
He shrugged, playing along. “Guess I’ll have to live with that.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, curling one of her legs around his as she shoved him and sent him flying.
He landed on his back on the bed with Aubrey straddling his hips. Hands on her hips, he was ready to flip her when she leaned forward so her tits dangled over his face and he forgot how to breath, think, move, do a damn thing beyond want. Somewhere in the background he heard a drawer open and shut before she leaned back, a wicked grin on her face and a condom in her hand.
“I’m done waiting,” she said as she tore opened the condom.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She unrolled the condom over his cock and lowered herself down on him. Watching her as she put her palms against his chest for balance and bit down on her kiss-swollen bottom lip as she took him in, had him doing math in his head to keep from coming before they’d even started. Then she started moving and he knew it was nearly game over. Tits moving as she undulated against him, he gripped her hips, bringing her harder against him on each downward stroke. Lifting his hips, he met her with ever plunge and retreat, letting her take what she needed, loving getting to see her face as she lost herself in the moment. Fuck, she was pretty with hot fudge on the tip of her nose, but like this she was absolutely gorgeous. And when she sped up, tightening around him as her nails dug into his chest, he wasn’t ready for all of it to end but he didn’t have the strength no
t to follow her over the edge as she came. His orgasm slingshotted from the base of his spine to his toes and back up again, leaving him empty of everything except the realization that there was no way he wouldn’t be seeing Aubrey again after the cruise was over.
Draped across his chest, her body loose and limp, she kissed his shoulder. “We should fight more often.”
He chuckled, his eyes already too heavy to keep open, “I’ll try to make that happen.”
And then he feel asleep, sated for the moment, if not forever. Would he ever be when it came to Aubrey Dean?
Eight
Baseball hat on and pulled low, ridiculous swim trunks covered in hot pink pineapples in play, and the hottest woman on the ship sitting next to him getting all the sidelong glances from the other passengers on the boat taking them from the ship to the cruise’s private island, Carter was feeling more than a little cocky about how his disguise was working out. No one gave two shits about him. It had been more than a decade since that had happened, right about the time that the first Admiral movie came out. The worst was when he got called out in mid-chew at dinner. He loved his fans for sure, but sometimes he just wanted to eat a cheeseburger with onions and not read a snarky post later about how he had the worst breath in Hollywood.
“Are you sure you want to take this risk?” Audrey asked as she looked around at the other passengers packed in around them, obviously nervous enough about him being exposed for both of them. “People do stay on the ship during these excursions. It wouldn’t be that weird.”
“True.” He scooted closer to her on the bench seat until they touched from knee to hips to his hand around her shoulders as he toyed with the ends of her hair. Usually he wasn’t much of a PDA guy, but with Aubrey the urge to continually touch her was something he wasn’t about to deny. “But I’d lose the chance to kiss you under a waterfall or save you from a shark or something.”
“There are no waterfalls on the island,” she said as she snuggled closer, her hand landing on his thigh just above his knee. “And if Jaws came to take me out I’d happily shove you into danger so I could swim away.”
“That’s cold.”
She shot him a shit-eating grin as the boat pulled up to the island dock. “It’s good you realize what kind of woman you’ve hooked up with on this trip.”
“A very sexy one.” He gave her a soft, quick kiss before they got up and followed the rest of the crowd to the stairs leading off the boat.
From their spot on the top row, it was easy to get the lay of the land. The island was set up with a beach area covered in lounge chairs placed close together and mostly occupied, an open shopping area with little grass huts filled with tourist tchotchkes, food stands, a guy with a cart selling pina coladas in coconut shells, and—bingo!—a small building where they could rent snorkeling gear.
“You in?” he asked, pointing to the building.
“Most definitely. How else am I going to shove you in the shark’s way so I can sell my story and see it get made into a streaming-only movie?” Her face paled and her grip on his hand tightened as they made their way down to the single set of stairs and out onto the dock. “I didn’t mean that.”
