Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (19 page)

"Hey, thrill seeker. Welcome back."

"Hey."

"You okay? You look flushed."

"Yeah, just creeped out by the murder altar back there. I keep imagining things."

He frowns. "Like what?"

I wave my hand. "Vengeful spirits."

"You've been speaking to Alba, haven't you?"

"A little, but it's fine. Just tell me there's no such thing."

He looks at me like he thinks I'm both crazy and adorable. "There's no such thing."

"Cool. Thanks." I flop down on the towel beside him. "So, on a less creepy note, sorry for not jumping. I'm a wuss."

"No, you're not. That was a tough thing to ask you to do. Most people would have balked."

"You didn't."

"Yeah, but I have more guts than brains. You're the smart one in our relationship." He leans over and kisses me. "Maybe we should develop your adventurous side with something a little less extreme."

"Like ...?"

He shrugs and feigns innocence. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe ... topless sunbathing?" When I give him a skeptical look, he gestures to his chest. "Look, I'm already doing it. You should join me."

"Seriously, Liam?" He's grinning like a teenager about to get his first glimpse of boob.

"What do you have to lose?" He gestures around us. "We're in a private spot, and you can avoid those pesky tan lines."

I do hate tan lines. Not that I've really had a tan before. "What if Luis comes to check on us?"

"He won't. I gave him and Alba the weekend off, so they could go to the mainland for their daughter's birthday. They won't be back until Monday morning. That means we have this entire island to ourselves for nearly three days."

When I hesitate, he makes chicken noises. Bastard.

Oh, game on, Quinn. I'm not chickening out this time.

"Okay," I say, and stand. "How about we take this a step further." I strip off my top and push my bottoms down my legs before stepping out of them. "You wanted me to ditch my clothes this trip. Fine. You got it."

Liam's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "Uh ... wow. Okay. So, wow. You're ... naked."

"Do you have a problem with that, Chicken McNugget?"

He swallows, hard. "Nope. No problem at all." He just stares for a few seconds, slack jawed and practically drooling.

"Liam?"

"Sssh!" he says, waving a hand. "Talking will wake me up, and this is the best dream I've had in a long time." He brings two fingers to his temple and squints like he's concentrating. "Dream Elissa, please walk around so Dream Liam can ogle you. Maybe get him a Dream Coke while you're at it."

Shaking my head, I head over to the beach hut. On the way I hear him whisper to himself, "Oh my God. It worked. I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."

It feels weird being naked out in the open, but I kind of like it. Right now, the girl who's spent most of her life in the concrete jungle of NYC is feeling wild and free, and it's empowering.

I grab two Cokes from the fridge and head back to Liam. He's studying me with the intensity of an alcoholic watching someone pour him a drink. There's longing but also a little fear.

When I pass him his drink, he looks away with effort, and judging by his color, either the sun is starting to get to him, or he's blushing.

"Still cool with me being naked?" I ask.

He holds the cold bottle to his face. "Yep. It's ... good."

"Good? Hmmm. So turned on you're having trouble with your vocabulary, Liam?"

"Uh ... no. I'm ... good."

I enjoy his discomfort way too much as he tries to look at me and keep himself under control at the same time.

"Then how about some quid pro quo, Clarice." I uncap my bottle. "If I'm going to be naked, it's only fair you are, too."

He takes a mouthful of his drink then wipes his mouth. "I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because it's different for me than it is for you."

I slap his shoulder. "Hey! Sexist, much? Why is it different?"

"You really don't get it?"

When I shake my head, he sighs and stands. Then he opens his shorts and pulls them down. As soon as his erection bounces free of the fabric, it points proudly to the sky.

Liam gestures to it with vague disgust. "
That's
why. I look like a goddamn rhinoceros." He glares down at his crotch. "Why can't you behave yourself, dude? Seriously. Just because Elissa's naked, you don't have to lose your shit. You're a disgrace to penises everywhere."

I'd laugh if I didn't find the sight of him erect so damn hot. "Actually, I think he's a penile role model. I know a lot of ladies would be thrilled if their men were packing that in their tighty-whiteys."

"You would think that. You're biased."

"I am, but that doesn't make it untrue." I stand and walk over to him as he kicks off his shorts. His breathing speeds up when I put one hand on his chest and trail the other along his length. "You know, if it's uncomfortable for you to be this hard, I could always release the pressure." I move closer, and he lets out a hiss when I press my stomach against him.

He grips my hips to keep me still. "You realize it's illegal for you to be this sexy, right? Torture of any kind is condemned in most countries."

"I thought you wanted me to torture you with my hotness. Isn't that what you said on the phone?" I move away a little, grab my sunscreen, and smear it on my newly exposed areas. When Liam sees me rubbing it on my breasts, he stops breathing. To really turn up the heat, I make my movements as sensual as possible.

"Uh ..." He shakes his head, as if to clear it. "Shit, I need to sit down. There's not enough blood in my body to deal with this." He sinks back onto his towel but keeps his eyes on me.

I cup my breasts and smear lotion over my nipples with my palms. I even add a little moan for extra measure. "I'm so glad we're the only ones on the island. That means if you ravaged me right here on the beach, no one would know."

His eyes glaze over. "Well, sure. But ... uh ... sex on a beach isn't wise. Sand will get into places it should never be."

"Then we use the beach hut. Wash the sand off first."

He squeezes his eyes shut. "You're evil. Sexy as hell but totally evil."

I kneel next to him and rub my lotion-slick hands across his chest. "No, evil would be leaving you to deal with that massive hard on all by yourself. I'm being a good girl and offering to help."

He flops back on his towel and presses the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "Fuck."

When I straddle his waist and continue stroking down his abdomen, he makes a strangled noise. "Liss ..."

"Shhh. Liss is busy right now. You can talk to her later."

I slide down his body, so I can reach his erection. It's lying on his stomach, heavy and thick.

It's been so long since I've been up close and personal with him, I feel like Captain Ishmael finding the white whale.

Thar she blows.

I rub what's left of the lotion onto his thighs.

"You don't need to put sunscreen on my cock," he says, still hiding his face.

"Wasn't intending to. That would taste gross."

I lean over and lick him from the base to the head. He starts making low, long sounds and moves his hands from his face into his hair. "Jesus Christ ..."

When I suck gently on the tip, every muscle in his body tenses as he moans. I'd almost forgotten how sexy it is to hear him make those noises and watch him hang on by a thread, knowing I'm the one affecting him like that. It's even more empowering than jungle nudity.

"You like that?" I ask.

He tugs as his hair. "Too much. Way too much. I'm trying to not become a giant geyser of stickiness right now, Horatio, but you're not making it easy."

Smiling to myself, I slide him into my mouth as far as I can, and when I suck in earnest, he yells, "Fuuuuck!" so loudly, it echoes off the nearby cliffs.

He continues swearing under his breath as I fall into a rhythm, twisting my hand at the base while teasing the head with my mouth. Every pass of my tongue winds him tighter, and it isn't long until he's making noises like he's in pain.

"Elissaaaa. Fuck, how the hell are you doing that?" His voice is low and rough, and he grips my hair as he thrusts. I want to take him all in at this point, but there's no way I can. "God, Liss ... oh, shit ... ohhhh, Jesus, you're going to make me come."

Knowing exactly what he needs, I give one final suck before pumping my hand in long strokes until his back arches, and he comes in thick bursts across his stomach and chest. "Yes ... ohhh, God, yes. Lisssss ..." With each wave, he groans my name, and his breath comes in short, uneven gasps.

When he's done, he collapses so heavily, I wonder if he's passed out.

"Liam?" He doesn't answer, but his eyelids flutter. "You okay?"

"No." His voice is a groan, and he barely moves his mouth. "You killed me. Death by orgasm. What a way to go. Just leave me here to rot. The jungle will take care of me."

I snuggle into his side. "If you're less dead in a few minutes, want to go for a swim?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

"By the way, you should wash yourself off before that stuff dries. It'll set like glue. Also, I think I have sand in my vagina."

He chuckles, still with his eyes closed. "I did warn you."

"Shhh. Dead men tell no tales."

And When You're Good, He Gives You Sex

The rest of our weekend flies
by in a blur of sex, food, and sleep, and by the time Sunday evening rolls around, I'm more than a little exhausted. Turns out, being naked around each other for an extended period of time is a sure-fire way to guarantee we'll behave like total nymphos. For the past two and a half days, we've had sex whenever and wherever we liked, and Liam's impressively short recovery time has often taken me by surprise. I still tingle when I recall how he'd bent me over the kitchen bench while we were making lunch. He'd fucked me so furiously, you'd never have guessed we'd already made love four times.

Now, we're in bed, watching eighties movies and eating ice cream, and I can't remember a time when I was happier or more satisfied.

"Hey," I say as Liam swirls some salted caramel around my nipple and licks it off. "Isn't there some big Christmas event on the mainlaind tomorrow night?"

He presses sticky caramel kisses to my chest and neck. "Hmmm, maybe. Why?"

"I thought we might go. Alba said there'll be music and fireworks. It sounds like fun. We could spend the afternoon there, see some sights and do some shopping, then go to the parade."

He leans on one elbow. "What if people recognize me? I came here to get away from all that."

I stroke the side of his face. "No one will know you with all this hair. We'll be fine."

"I suppose." He scratches his beard. "Just don't let me go back to New York without getting a shave and a haircut. If my mom sees me looking like this, she'll cancel Christmas."

"Is Momma Quinn not a fan of beards and long hair?"

"In general, yes. On her son, no. She thinks they make me look 'uncivilized'."

I run my hand over his chest and down his abs, loving the way his body immediately reacts to my touch. "I happen to like you uncivilized. Feral Liam is hot. And clearly he's a fan of mine, because he's left his mark all over me."

He drops his gaze to my neck and my breasts before making his way to my hips, and at each location he studies the blemishes coloring my skin. Some are pale pink shadows and some are deep purple, but there's no denying they're all bruises, and remembering how I got each one makes me want him jump him all over again.

"You're really okay with all of this?" He caresses the four small bruises on my hip, which match the shape of his fingers, and I see that same concerned look on his face as when he spanked me.

"I'm more than okay. I enjoy being marked by you."

He looks up at me. "The other day when I spanked you, I was terrified I'd pushed things too far. I felt bad for hurting you."

"That's why you freaked?"

"Yeah."

I stroke his cheek. "For the record, I've fantasized about you spanking me for ages, and let me tell you, the reality was soooo much hotter."

"Hmmm, tell me more about what you find hot."

I put my ice cream down, and climb over to straddle him. "I like it when you're rough. And when you order me around. And when you hold me down and take me exactly how you want." I graze my fingernails down his chest and smile when I feel him harden beneath me. "In fact, maybe we should take things further."

"What do you mean?"

"Explore this new dimension of our sex life. Would you like to maybe experiment with ... oh, I don't know ... ropes, perhaps? Handcuffs? Floggers?"

He pushes his pelvis up to rub against me. "Christ, Liss, just when I think I'm too exhausted to even think about having sex again, you find new ways to excite me. Fuck yes, to all of that. When?"

I raise myself up so I can reach between us and stroke him. With every firm pass of my hand, he moans and grips my hips.

"Well," I say, "while I was checking my emails this morning, I accidentally found out there's an interesting store on the mainland, and it happens to be in the same area where the Christmas festival is taking place. What a coincidence."

"Oh, you accidentally found that out?" he says, his breathing labored.

I position myself above him, still stroking him as I lean over to kiss his chest. "Uh huh. My fingers slipped on the keyboard and randomly typed
sex shop
into Google. It was so weird."

"That is weird. You know what else is weird? That you're not sliding down onto my cock this very second. That's very weird."

He tries to guide me onto him, but I keep myself just out of reach as I suck on his neck. "Surely you don't want to be inside me again. Aren't you bored with that by now?"

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head back so he can see my face. "Liss, trust me when I say that even if I lived a thousand lifetimes, I'd never get bored of being inside you." I squeal when he flips me onto my back, and then with a low growl in his chest, pushes deep inside me. I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him even deeper.