It was a thought so frightening it actually made him lightheaded.
But that would mean he had to believe in “the one,” which he didn’t. He was pretty sure about that, after watching the messes his parents, hell, even Julie herself, had made in pursuit of that ideal.
He forced a smile as Julie popped her head out of the hatch and helped him fend off the dock as he backed out of the slip. He felt his smile grow more natural as he responded to her contagious enthusiasm.
His unusual attachment to Julie was a product of pent up desire, combined with the genuine affection of friendship. He’d lusted after her for, Christ, almost ten years, so it made sense that it would take longer than normal to get her out of his system, sexually speaking.
“It’s such a beautiful day,” she crowed. “Although I guess every day is a beautiful day here.” He carefully steered them around the reef and headed off toward a clump of small islands that stood out like bright emerald swells in the turquoise horizon. “You wouldn’t be saying that during hurricane season.”
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Julie’s mouth twisted wryly. She tilted her face up to the sun, and his breath caught at the way the bright glow caught the curve of her cheek and highlighted the golden skin of her breasts, swelling above the scoop neck of her tank top. “This is just like old times.”
“Not exactly,” Chris said.
“What do you mean?”
“I never did to you on my father’s boat what I plan to do today.” Her breath caught, and she sidled up behind him, sliding her hand seductively down his abs. Her fingertips rested just inside the waistband of his board shorts. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” Her breasts nestled deliciously against his back as she rose up on tiptoe to place a nipping kiss on his shoulder.
“A few more inches lower and you’ll have a very good idea of exactly what I have planned,” he murmured.
“Mmm, is that so?”
Heat pulsed through him as she obligingly slid her hand lower, teasing him to full hardness, gently cupping the weight of his testicles.
Reluctantly he reached down and grabbed her hand. “But first you need to handle the mainsail so we can get out of here.” They were still in full view of the dock, where several wedding guests had gathered for a morning cruise.
With a mock pout, she sashayed away and took up her post. Chris couldn’t keep the grin from his face.
“What?” she said defensively when she noticed his expression.
“Little Julie Driscoll just practically gave me a hand job in front of the mother of the bride.” Julie’s cheeks were still burning when Chris maneuvered the boat into a cove on the south side of Sandy Cay, a deserted islet several miles from Holley Cay. She’d been totally unaware of the group gathering at the dock, oblivious to the fact that it would be obvious what she was doing only fifty yards offshore.
A steady wind blew, and they were able to sail most of the distance to Sandy Cay. In efficient motions Julie lowered the sails while Chris dropped the anchor. Julie retrieved a bottle of water from the well-stocked cooler and took a long drink, savoring the sun, the sea, and most especially, the gorgeous man she was with.
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She stared unabashedly through the lenses of her sunglasses. It still blew her mind, how unbelievably sexy he was. He’d doffed his shirt quickly after they’d set out, leaving him in only his red, knee length board shorts. His skin gleamed bronze in the sun. Muscles rippled in his back as he tied off a line, and Julie unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of his large, long fingered hands. So big, big enough to span the width of her back, but always so sensitive to her every need.
She sighed audibly and took another deep gulp of the icy water. She was starting to understand what Brian might have been talking about when he claimed to be a sex addict.
But Julie wasn’t addicted to sex. She was addicted to Chris.
She sighed again.
“Something wrong?” Chris asked, dusting his hands on his shorts as he finished tying off the lines. He looked like the ultimate beach fantasy, with his dark hair streaked with gold and red, his Ray-Bans the perfect frame for his wide, cocky smile.
“Just a little warm,” Julie said, sidling over and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“You have too many clothes on,” he said, removing her tank top in one smooth motion.
She tilted her head back and smiled up at him. “I don’t know, I’m still pretty hot.” His hands swiftly pushed her shorts down her legs, leaving her covered by four coral fabric triangles of varying sizes. “Unbelievably hot,” he said.
Her fingers threaded through the thick waves of his hair, and she tilted her head to meet his kiss. But instead of the deep, carnal kiss she expected, his mouth was surprisingly gentle as he gently teased her lips and tongue with light, feathery caresses.
She felt a tug at her bikini top, and shivered as it loosened. One more tug, and Chris was tossing the top on one of the bench seats.
His hand slid down her bare back, under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and a rush of wetness surged between her thighs at the hot touch of his fingers on the bare skin of her butt. Before she could decide whether she wanted to protest, Chris had untied the side ties that kept her bottoms up, and she was completely naked on a boat in the bright sunlight.
Self-consciousness momentarily outweighed desire as she pulled away, groping for something to cover herself.
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He would have none of it. “There’s no one around for miles,” he said in a hot whisper that sent sparks running along all her nerve endings. “We’re completely alone,” he said, tracing his fingers deliciously along the underside of her breast, “and you didn’t have a problem sunbathing topless before.”
“But I—I’m naked,” she said, knowing how stupid she sounded.
“All the better to work on your tanlines, my dear.” His hands splayed across her back as he pulled her against his chest, and she moaned against his mouth at the rasp of chest hair against her nipples.
Her nimble fingers made quick work of the snap of his shorts, and within seconds her hands were pushing them down his tanned, muscular legs. Her hand reached out to stroke him. Creamy warmth erupted between her thighs as she anticipated that thick, hard length inside of her.
In one smooth motion, Chris swept his arms under her legs, and Julie closed her eyes, letting a little fantasy play in her head. He was a pirate, and she was the maiden he was carrying off to ravish…
“AIEEEEEEE!” She was free-falling through the air, her scream abruptly cut off as she hit the water, butt first.
She broke the surface, sputtering, just in time to nearly be clobbered by Chris who cannonballed into the sea only inches from her.
“You stupid jerk,” she yelled as she used her palm to sweep a wall of water right into Chris’s face.
Chris flipped his hair back from his face, howling with laughter. “You should have seen your face when you fell—”
“I didn’t fall, you threw me.”
“I was just trying to help.” His smile reeked of false apology.
With a screech she launched herself at him, trying to climb on top of his head and force it underwater.
He easily deflected her, immobilizing her with a leg wrapped around hers and his arms flattening her own against her torso. They bobbed and splashed, until Julie managed to get free and make a break for shore.
Chris caught up with her easily, tackling her in knee-deep water as she staggered and laughed her way up the beach. He rolled over until he was seated with her on his lap, the water gently lapping at their chests.
Breathless, Julie pushed heavy hanks of hair from her face. “I think I’m cooled down now,” she said PrivateParty
with a raspy giggle. She squirmed to get into a more comfortable position against him, and felt his still very evident erection pressing against her hip. “But I think you could get me hot again pretty quickly.” He pulled her to lean back against him more fully. Her cross-legged position left her open to the gentle assault of his hand as it slid over the top of her thigh to tease in between her legs. “You’re already wet,” he murmured, “but let’s see if we can get you hot.”
Julie gasped and tipped her head back against his shoulder. His mouth captured the whimpering sounds she made as his fingers slid against her cleft, opening her, exposing the hard bud of her desire to his gentle onslaught.
One finger slid inside the entrance of her body, circling as it withdrew, spreading her own rich moisture to mingle with the warm salty water of the Caribbean.
She moaned as he stroked her first gently, then with increasing pressure. Unconsciously her hand stole down to grasp the wrist of his other hand wrapped firmly around her waist. Tugging at it, she drew his hand upwards until his palm enveloped her breast.
“What do you want me to do?” he whispered, his tongue flicking hotly at her earlobe.
The words stuck in her throat. Odd, that after all they’d shared she could still feel embarrassment. But it was so decadent, being out here, in the bright light of day.
“Tell me,” he said, at the same time arresting his strokes between her legs.
Her other hand grabbed his wrist and held it between her thighs. “Don’t stop.” Any lingering sense of modesty was no match for the intensity of her desire.
“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” he repeated.
She swallowed heavily. Then, in a voice so soft she could barely hear herself, “Touch my nipples.” The fingers of his left hand lightly circled her left nipple, teasing, flicking, in a caress that only fueled her frustration.
“Like that?”
“No.”
“How then?”
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She closed her eyes against the bright sun, against the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm the urge to tell him exactly what she wanted, and how. “Pinch them,” she murmured. Then in a firmer voice,
“Pinch my—” Her voice broke off in a gratified groan as he obliged her, firmly plucking at the hard little bud.
“Is that all?”
“Touch me…” she moaned, “between my legs, like you were before.” She covered the back of his hand where it rested between her thighs, pushing down until he exerted the pressure she craved. “Oh, just like that,” she murmured as his fingers slid against her slippery flesh. “Inside,” she coaxed, crying out as she felt the delicious stretch of his entry. “Deeper.”
She writhed against him, continuing to gasp words of encouragement. His fingers dipped and plunged as his palm ground against her mound. One last, firm stroke, and she was gone, shuddering against him. He held her against him, steadying her with one arm while his other hand stroked her until he’d wrung every last tremor from her body.
Julie sighed and relaxed back against him, feeling rather proud of herself. For a woman who had spent most of her life trying to please others, she certainly had a knack for demanding her own pleasure.
For several moments, she rested there, reclining in his arms. She felt safe, enveloped in his warmth, his scent.
“You are so sweet,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tender skin of her shoulder.
Julie turned her head, nuzzling her cheek against the firmness of his jaw.
Chris shifted underneath her, trying to stretch his leg into a more comfortable position. Immediately she became aware of his straining erection throbbing insistently against the small of her back.
She turned to straddle him so that his hardness was nestled into the wet heat of her still pulsing sex.
“Don’t,” he groaned as she wriggled. Every motion caused him to rub deliciously against her moist core.
“The condoms are back on the boat,” he protested as he halfheartedly tried to lift her from his lap.
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hris watched Julie as she scooted off his lap and knelt before him as he got to his feet. He felt lightheaded for a second, a sensation that wasn’t helped as Julie rose up on her knees and cupped her palms around the firm muscles of his calves.
He caught his breath at the sensation of her soft breasts pressing against his thighs and his erection strained, desperate for the feel of her mouth, only millimeters away from his throbbing head.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as she skimmed her palms up the backs of his thighs, drawing him so close he could feel the heat of her breath on his hypersensitive skin. His eyes drifted closed as she leaned forward.
But instead of taking him into her mouth as he had expected, she placed a kiss, first on one hipbone, then on the other. “I love how soft your skin is here,” she whispered, her tongue swirling against the hairless patch right next to his hipbone.
He exhaled on a ragged sigh. “God, please, Julie,” he gasped, snagging his fingers in the damp curls framing her flushed face.
“And I love how hard you are here.” She raised heavy-lidded blue eyes up to meet his gaze, licking her lips as though she couldn’t wait to taste him. “I love knowing how much I turn you on. Even though I just came, I feel like I could come again just from looking at you.” He didn’t think anything could turn him on more than having Julie beg him to pinch her nipples and to tell him to slide his fingers inside her sweet pussy. He was wrong. Having her kneel in front of him, so PrivateParty
close he could feel her hot breath on his cock, was making him so hard he hurt. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took his erection in her hand, gently squeezing and stroking him in her firm grip.
Her tongue, delicate and pink, stole out to taste the bead of moisture that clung to the tip of his cock. It swirled around the head, flicking first gently, then more firmly along the sensitive underside.
Then he let out a shout, his head falling back as her lips closed over him, enveloping him in the hot, wet suction of her mouth. She had gone down on him before, but not with this kind of single-minded purpose, this kind of…relish.
She was solely focused on pleasuring him with her lips and tongue. As though reading his mind, she whispered, “I love sucking your cock.” The frank, carnal words coming out of that sweet mouth was almost enough to make him come right then.