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“Why?” He slid his hand under the elastic waistband of her shorts, and moved between her legs, over the cotton of her panties. She gasped again, but held still, letting him finger her.
“I, um... Oh, hell, there was some reason.” She moaned as he lightly stroked back and forth, barely touching her through the thin, soft material. “Derek, you’re not playing fair.”
“Do you want me to?”
A long sigh. The tiny gurgle of waves against the planks of the boat. The far-off cry of a loon.
“No.” She turned her face to his and he took her lips in an explosive kiss that made his erection swell so painfully against her beautiful bottom he was nearly ready to come himself. Somehow he kept his cool, kept up the gentle brushing touches across her cloth-covered clitoris. She was breathing fast, moving in jerky bursts as if it was getting harder to control her body.
She was turning him on like crazy.
“Derek.” His name came out a breathless plea. Addie tried to wriggle around to face him, rocking the boat dangerously.
“Shhh. Wait. Hold still.”
She obeyed, breath coming in pants, her skin getting damp. Derek returned to torturing her, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers—but only slightly.
“Derek. Oh.” Her cry was desperate; her fingers clutched his arms so hard it hurt. He kept her on the edge, stroking slowly, holding her tight against him so she couldn’t move from his grasp. “Please...”
“I’ll make you come. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll scream. And next year on my boat I’ll make you come every day. Every morning, with my tongue between your legs, and every afternoon bent over the seat by the helm, and every night in my bed.” He murmured the words into her ear, voice low and passionate, his cock harder than it had ever been in his life. But in spite of the pure eroticism of his words, he felt caveman protective, possessive and oddly tender. He wanted to give her those moments, every day, show her how she was desired, wanted, respected.
And maybe someday more.
Instead of terrifying him, the idea of falling in love added new power and excitement to this time with her. Why else would he want her to move onto his boat? He’d never invited any woman he was dating to do more than experience Joie de Vivre for a day or two.
Addie. He gave in, gave her what she wanted, what she needed, slid his fingers underneath the by-now damp cotton and found her clitoris.
She exploded nearly instantly, her body tensing, a long, low cry ripped from her.
He plunged two fingers inside her, feeling her heat, her moisture, the contractions grabbing at him. It took everything he had to keep his own needs under control while she came. He wanted to turn her around, have her straddle him and bury himself in her as deeply as he could go.
As if she read his mind, instead of coming down slowly and savoring her afterglow, she gathered her legs under her. He could feel them trembling. “Addie.”
“Shh.” She pulled down her shorts then offered him her gorgeous rounded behind.
Derek groaned and yanked open his jeans, jammed on a condom while she waited, keeping his eyes on her beautiful shape, nearly out of his mind with desire.
Protected, he grabbed her hips and positioned her over his vertical cock, which was so eager for her it was jumping and pulsing like a creature with a mind of its own.
Around Addie, he’d started to wonder.
She took hold of his erection with warm fingers, making his breath hiss out between his teeth, then, using her strong thigh muscles to keep herself up and balanced, she lowered herself onto him.
Almost.
He could feel the hot entrance to her vagina nudging the tip of his erection.
Oh, no. Payback for the way he’d made her wait for her climax. He tried to thrust higher, but she straightened, lifting herself so his cock stayed only that tantalizing inch inside her no matter how far he strained.
“Addie, you don’t understand.”
“No?”
“See, it’s okay for me to tease you. But you need to give me what I need when I need it.”
“Ahhh, really.” She started manipulating her body, squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing.
“Addie.” His teeth clenched. Sweat gathered at his hairline.
He might not survive this.
