by Taryn Belle
“And...?” she asked impatiently. “What did you think?”
“Bad haircut. And wearing jeans to an affair like this? Tasteless. Laina was smart to get out when she could.”
“Not him, dimwit—her!”
“Oh, her. Well...” He shook his head. “Does it really matter? No first moves, right?”
“Right. But if I know you...”
“Maybe I’m not as bad as you think. Has that ever occurred to you?”
“Yes, you are,” Kiki said. “And whatever happens this week, do not hurt her. I’ll break your fucking face if you do.”
Kiki scowled at him as Dev came up behind her. James watched as he slid a hand up Kiki’s front, stopping just shy of her breast. James had met Dev a few times, and watching him and Kiki together, he hadn’t been able to suppress the odd stab of envy. The couple had been together for two years, and it was obvious the heat between them was as searing as anything James had experienced during a one-nighter. To think that some people could sustain that kind of passion was both heartening and depressing, because James couldn’t imagine finding any woman who brought that out in him.
“Hey, man.” Dev stepped forward to give James a quick embrace, but not before landing a kiss on the back of Kiki’s neck.
“Hey.” James grinned, clapping Dev on the back. “Congratulations, my man. You’ve landed the sweetest girl in the western hemisphere.” He shook his head at Kiki affectionately. “I hear a vodka soda calling.”
Yes, getting some air would be good. He walked out to the deck and stepped up to the bar, scanning the crowd for her face, but she was nowhere to be seen. The boat was a good distance from Moretta by now, cruising at a comfortable speed past a few smaller islands that looked straight out of Cast Away. The entire boat had been strung with white lights, lighting up its frame to a magical effect. With the sun having dropped behind the horizon, leaving behind an indigo sky and a crescent of moon, the setting was pure romance.
James accepted his drink and turned away from the bar—and came face-to-face with Laina. Her eyes widened slightly before she spun on her heel. That’s when James noticed she had company; standing beside her was a man with thinning hair who gave him a challenging look and then hurried after her like a puppy dog. What was that all about? James wondered, and then he remembered that he and Laina were supposed to be together. The guy had probably had his eye on her on the pier and seen them embracing, and now that she was giving James the cold shoulder he considered her fair game.
Which she was, of course, because she obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Clearly he had been wrong—Laina Rose was not going to apologize to him and then beg him to drag her off to his bed.
He sighed and went after her, pushing past the man in hot pursuit. “Listen,” he said when he reached her, touching her lightly on the arm. “Can we start over?”
She stopped walking and faced him as the man caught up to them. He stood looking at the couple uncertainly until Laina gave him a smile. “Would you excuse us for a minute?”
The man shrugged and left them reluctantly.
“Thank you,” James said. He smiled at her. “I’m James Ellison. Pleased to meet you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, clearly still annoyed with him. “The pleasure’s mine,” she said with touch of sarcasm.
“Let’s get to know each other. What’s your favorite color? Mine was blue until about an hour ago. Now I think it’s yellow,” he said, letting his eyes drop to her dress.
There it was, that blush again as her eyes flitted away. He may have gotten a few things about her wrong, but he would put money on her inexperience. Which equaled the very best kind of sex—the type where he was completely in control, where she would discover exactly how much pleasure her body could give her through his touch.
Anticipation burned hotly in his groin. He couldn’t wait to hear her moan when he slid his hard cock into her...but not before he teased her nipples and licked her sweet clit until she came, burying her hands in his hair as she pressed his mouth into the best climax of her life. It was going to be amazing.
But of course he had to get her there first, and she wasn’t an easy one to reel in. He was formulating his next move when she suddenly stepped toward him and put her arms around him, and then brought her mouth up to his for a passionate kiss.
* * *
What am I doing? Laina’s brain screamed at her as James’s mouth yielded to hers. She never did things this impulsive, but it was all because of Ward. When she’d seen him looking at her across the deck, she’d remembered exactly what James was supposed to be there for and decided to take advantage of it.
But wasn’t that just an excuse to kiss him? Hadn’t she been sorely disappointed that he hadn’t done it when he’d had the chance earlier? And didn’t she want him more than she’d ever thought it was possible to want anyone?
This was no time for self-analysis. All she cared about right now was the feel of his lips; as they parted and his tongue met hers, her knees went weak. She kissed him back urgently, wanting more and more...it was insanity. She could feel her nipples hardening, wetness between her legs—she wanted him to fuck her, she realized. Not make love to her; for the first time in her life, she wanted to be fucked. She wanted nothing to matter but the connection of their two bodies, the heat of the moment...the thing she’d heard friends talk about but had never experienced for herself.
And he wanted her too. His hands were on her ass, pulling her hard against his groin. As their lips finally broke apart and they looked at each other breathlessly, she could feel him at her waist—long, thick, hard, and just for her.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you on that cliff,” James said in a thick voice. “God, I wish we could get off this boat.”
She looked at him coyly. “Who says we have to?”
The sight of his surprised face gave her a bolt of satisfaction. He wasn’t expecting that from her, either, and for once in her life she was being a little bit wild. For the first time ever, it occurred to her maybe she’d been boring in bed because the men she’d been with had bored her.
She was about to find out.
CHAPTER FIVE
THANKFULLY, THE STATEROOM they chose had a lock on the door. Sneaking in together while making sure no one saw them, James could tell Laina was having second thoughts.
“Feels like we’re in high school, doesn’t it?” he said with a laugh, and she gave him a quick grin. Shutting the door behind them, he took a look around. Since this was a rental yacht, he didn’t have to feel bad about invading anyone’s private space—this stateroom was like any hotel room, if you could ignore the luxury of it all. The all-white, king-size bed was lit by overhead lights reminiscent of stars, and beyond it a massive window afforded a view of the passing islands in the near-darkness. Outside, he could hear music mingled with the noise and laughter of the party guests, heightening his already intense anticipation. He loved the idea of bedding the hottest woman at the party with a boatful of people—including her dick of an ex—mere feet away.
James took Laina’s hand and led her to the bed. She sat down, smoothing her hands over the duvet cover. Then she picked up a small vase beside the bed, which contained a single lavender-colored rose, and inhaled its scent. “My favorite flower,” she said, placing it down again. Her voice sounded nervous. “Whoever owns this yacht must have some serious clout, because they’re impossible to get on this island.” She glanced at him. “And I’m rambling.”
He ran the back of his hand up her arm. “You’re in charge, okay?”
She nodded, and then she suddenly leaned forward and reached for his shirt buttons. God, this woman was as unpredictable as she was beautiful. In a million years he couldn’t have foreseen that first kiss on the deck. It had been even better than he had imagined, firing intense heat straight to his cock. Now that familiar p
leasant ache in his balls was getting more urgent. He knew he had to take it slowly, but she was moving so fast; was it because she was nervous, or could he be wrong about her inexperience? He had to find out. Not once had he put a woman into a position where there could be potential for regret on her side, and he wasn’t about to start now.
James caught her hands in his. “God knows I want you,” he said, meeting her eyes. “But are you sure about this?”
Laina looked shocked. “Yes! I mean, I’ve never really felt...” She shook her head. “I want this. And I know a lot of women want you, but that’s okay—I’m a big girl. I know what I’m getting into.”
He grinned at her. “You’ve never done this before.”
“I was engaged! You don’t think—”
“No, I mean this fast. You’re not in the habit of having casual sex.”
She shook her head. “Whatever you want to call it—no. I’ve never, um, exactly had a raging libido before.”
He pushed her hair back with two hands, gazing into those deep, dark eyes. “Maybe that’s just because you haven’t been with the right man.”
“But you are. The right man—for this, I mean. I don’t expect—”
“It’s okay,” he said, stopping her chatter with a kiss. “You don’t have to say anything.” He hooked a finger around a spaghetti strap, trying to rein in the charging need that was pounding through his body. He’d been with inexperienced women before, but there was something about this one that was messing with his process. He wanted to rip her dress off, ravage that beautiful silky skin and satisfy his aching need like an animal in heat. But he owed it to her to take this slowly, no matter what his cock was screaming for.
Sliding his hands to the place where her neck met her shoulders, James brought his mouth down on hers. Laina opened to him, her tongue sliding against his with increasing urgency as he nudged her dress down to her waist. Then he drew back to look at her.
No bra. And so beautiful, two perfect breasts crowned with nipples that strained toward him hungrily.
His cock surged in his pants. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said, spiraling a fingertip around one areola. She arched backward and he took her in his mouth, flicking his tongue across her nipple.
“More,” she gasped.
“So much more, don’t you worry,” he assured her, bringing his mouth back to hers to bite her lips gently. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispered into her mouth. “Tell me what makes you come—I want to make you come harder than you ever have.”
“I...whatever you want,” Laina said, reaching for his shirt buttons again. James could see that her hands were trembling slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off. She gazed at him with big eyes, her pupils dilated. “Look at you,” she breathed.
“I’d much rather look at you,” James growled. “Among other things.” Reaching under her dress, he found the lacy edge of her panties. He moved his hand in a slow circle over the thin fabric, palming her pussy. Her breath hitched as she pressed his hand tighter to her. Moving her panties aside under her grip, he found her wetness and drew it up to circle her clit. She let out a long moan, the sweetest music to his ears.
“Oh, God—”
Sliding two fingers inside her, James groaned himself. She was incredibly tight and wet, perfectly ready for his hard cock. He moved his fingers in and out, picking up speed as her eyes went hazy. “Please,” she whimpered, lying herself flat on the bed as he swirled his fingertips around her swollen clit again. “Now...please.”
He could barely take it anymore, but he had to. The most explosive rewards came with the longest tension—for both of them. “I haven’t even seen you yet,” he said, finally hooking his fingers around her panties and tugging them down. Her dress came next as he pulled it over her head. She looked up at him with those huge brown eyes, utterly beautiful and completely naked besides the delicate silver necklace at her throat. “You are amazing,” he said hoarsely. Keeping his own pants on, he laid on top of her. “Feel that,” he whispered to her. “That’s how much I want you. Do you know how good that’s going to feel inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I can’t wait to feel your wet pussy wrapped around me,” he teased, pausing to bite her lip. “I’m going to ease myself into you and move slowly until you beg me to go faster. And then I’m going to fuck you hard enough to make you scream. Are you okay with that?”
“Uh-huh,” she managed to say, her breath coming out fast and hard.
He moved his hand downward, finding her clit again. “Do you want me to lick you first? Is that what makes you come?”
“I—I don’t know.”
He gazed down at her face as realization dawned on him. “You’ve never had a proper orgasm, have you?”
She shook her head.
Her first orgasm. Jesus. He’d just hit the jackpot.
* * *
Why did I have to go and tell him that? Laina wondered. She’d never revealed that embarrassing little item to a man before, and none of them had asked—not even Ward. And here she was telling a practical stranger...but maybe it was better this way. After all, this was just one night—what Kiki had always referred to as a hookup until she met Dev and got swept away by domestic bliss. Yes—she, Laina Rose, Little Miss Conservative when it came to sex, was about to have her first orgasm with a man who would likely kick her out of bed immediately afterward.
It was insanity.
But here she was self-analyzing again while he was busy taking his pants off. She watched him slide his boxers over his hips and then stand up to give her a full view. And there it was—what she was aching for. What she’d never known she could want so desperately. It was perfect—long, thick and smooth, standing straight up with urgent desire.
James opened his hand to reveal a condom—where did that come from?—and before Laina could blink he had it on. Propping herself up on a pillow, she felt her hips gyrating toward him as if that could bring him closer faster. He kneeled between her thighs, hovering so the tip of his cock lingered at her opening. She couldn’t take it. Animal lust pumped through her veins, taking her to a place she’d never been before. She arched into him, but it only made him smile and pull away. “Please...now...” she moaned.
He took hold of her wrists and put his lips to hers. “I’m going to let you feel me inside you first,” he informed her in a hoarse voice. “And then I’m going to make you come.”
“Yes, please.” Her heart was pounding with delicious anticipation.
Finally, without moving his hands or taking his eyes off hers, she felt him slowly sliding into her. Being filled with his hardness felt incredible. He closed his eyes, and a low groan escaped his throat as he started to move. “So good...” he said, easing slowly in and out of her.
“So good,” she agreed breathlessly. “But harder. Please, harder.”
“Like this?” Rising up on his hands, he started driving into her, his skin slapping against hers. She threw her head back and moaned. It felt so amazing—
“Or like this?” Before she knew what was happening, James had grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist so he was thrusting into her from one side. The new position allowed him to fill her even more deeply and, judging from the look of pleasure on his face, brought him dangerously close to the edge. Her body broke out in goose bumps—she’d never known sex could feel like this.
Flipping her leg back and pressing it firmly to the mattress, he lowered himself until he was back on his hands above her and slowed his pace. Laina inhaled his delicious scent and pushed her hands into his soft hair, indulging in every erotic sensation. “Look at that,” he whispered, pulling out of her far enough for them to see his glistening cock. “You are so wet. I think you’re ready.”
He brought his mouth down on hers again, filling her senses with the
most intense kiss she’d ever experienced so that when he pulled out of her she barely noticed. All the same, she moaned in protest when he started moving down her body. “Nooo...”
“Shh. Just wait.”
Then his mouth was on her nipple again and his hand was on her pussy. The circling of his tongue matched the rhythm of his fingertip on her clit, barely skimming it at first and then circling it faster. She could feel an unfamiliar heat start to grow in her pelvis, spreading down to her thighs and upward to her chest, making her heart gallop. “Ahhh—”
“That’s it,” she heard James say urgently. His fingers went inside her, and by the time he pressed his palm into her clit again she was ready. As she bucked against his hand with a helpless cry, she finally understood. Her climax exploded out of her, crest after crest of heat that she rode with an endless moan. Her hands fisted the duvet over and over again in an effort to control something—anything—in her body while this ecstatic feeling invaded every cell. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she wanted it to last forever, but it finally subsided. She collapsed back onto the pillow with a sharp exhale.
“Good?” James asked, moving up to her shoulders.
“Not good. Incredible,” Laina responded, breathing hard. She turned toward him. He was lying beside her with his face close, his heart-stopping eyes pinned on hers. “How did you do that?”
“If I tell you that, then you won’t have any more use for me.” He grinned. “And I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for this to be over.”
God, but this man was so damned dangerous. Laina could only imagine the lineups of women he’d given pleasure to over the years, and now she had joined them, only one of many. But that was okay. This was her night to be wild, and she’d known what she was getting into. Just for now she was going to give her body over to him completely, absorb every little thing he could teach her and every drop of pleasure he could give her. He’d already taught her the most important thing of all—that her body was capable of absolute ecstasy. And that she wasn’t boring in bed, if his stiff cock was any indication.