by P. J. Mellor
I wish you’d love me, not just my body, forever. But of course she couldn’t tell him that. It would ruin everything. And if loving her body was all he could do for the next week, so be it.
She walked out to an abandoned beach chair and sat down, pulling her skirt up around her hips.
He stalked around to stand in front of her. “Well?”
Feeling more bold and sexy than ever before in her life, McCall hitched a knee over each arm of the chair. Even in the darkness, she could see his gaze locked on the bare sight between her open legs. The poor man’s mouth had dropped open.
She brushed her hand over her own wetness. Slowly reaching up to release the top four buttons on her sundress, she allowed her bare breasts to be kissed by the moist sea air. She fervently hoped that’s not all they’d be kissed by before the night was over.
“Well?” she asked in the sexiest voice she could muster, and wished she could order the beach to stop moving. Maybe if she closed her eyes for a moment, the world would stop spinning so she could enjoy the erotic fantasy that she’d just set up.
Between her spread legs, the gentle breeze off the water caressed her dampness.
Her muscles relaxed. It wasn’t as stimulating as Alex, but…
Derek watched Mac’s eyes flutter shut. Her spread legs fell wider as her body relaxed.
She was asleep.
Beneath the taut fly of his slacks, his erection throbbed.
Now what?
He couldn’t leave her here, asleep with her, um, assets on display. But did he trust himself enough to touch her, while his testosterone surged like a tidal wave, without taking advantage of what she’d offered?
Despite everything, he was a gentleman. He reached down to gently push her legs together and tug her skirt down as far as possible.
As short as her skirt was, her delectable bottom would be exposed while he carried her to the beach house. Besides embarrassing her, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone other than himself seeing that part of her.
With a sigh, he unbuttoned his oxford cloth shirt and slipped it off. The cooler sea air soothed his heated skin, taking his ardor down a notch.
“C’mon, Mac,” he said, grasping her arms. “It’s time to go home.” Getting her up proved to be more difficult than he’d envisioned. Sort of like trying to lift a pile of Jell-o. To make matters worse, a fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin. Combined with the lotion that made his mouth water, it made her slippery.
Finally, she stood before him. Sort of. Propping her against his shoulder, he reached to tie his shirt around her slender hips.
There. He surveyed his handiwork. And groaned.
Her bottom was discreetly covered, but her breasts were now totally displayed, due to the dress being pulled down by his shirt. Tugging on the stretchy material proved ineffectual; the only result of his efforts, besides the jungle beat of his erection, was sweat on his forehead and upper lip.
Mac giggled and began slipping downward, eyes still closed.
He grabbed for her and bit back a groan when his hand clutched a warm, bare breast.
Mac purred in her sleep and did a little shimmy he felt all the way down to his toes.
“Mac,” he said in a hoarse whisper, “help me out a little here, would you? Here—put your arm around my waist.”
Instead, her hand dropped down to his groin, where his hardness surged with interest.
“Not there!” Sweating bullets, he pulled her around to face him. The woman seemed almost boneless. There was no way she’d make the walk back to Jack’s place. He glanced longingly at his own house, just a few sections down the beach.
Did he dare risk taking her there? No. It would be better to drag her to Jack’s.
Decision made, he lifted her. Her legs immediately circled his waist, her breasts plastered against his bare chest.
Gritting his teeth, he made sure his shirt was still doing its job, then headed down the beach. With each step, her nipples abraded his, her wetness rubbing against his aching cock with nothing but a thin layer of cloth separating them.
It would be so easy to pause and release the confining pressure of his zipper and let his sex slip into her wetness. Did he dare?
“Please,” Mac said against his neck. “I need you inside me.” She squirmed, turning his erection into a shaft of burning iron.
“You’re drunk,” he said through clenched teeth, increasing his pace.
“You promised,” she whispered above the roar in his ears. “You promised to…you know…me. Over and over.” She hiccuped. “Our time is running out. You promised.”
How could she do what she did for a living and not even be able to say the word? It wasn’t like she didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t like she’d never screwed anyone before.
The thought stopped him in his tracks. Surprisingly, he didn’t care who’d been with her before. But he desperately wanted to be her last.
And, damnit, he loved her! How sick was that?
She chose that time to whimper and wiggle against him again, causing him to nearly stumble in his haste.
His hands shook while he held her up and fumbled with his fly. An eternity passed within seconds before he sprang free and plunged into her welcome heat in one wild thrust.
They both groaned. Then sighed.
With slow steps, his wobbly legs took them to the edge of Jack’s deck. By the time he climbed the steps, all the while deeply embedded, her wetness sucking at his cock with each step he took, he wanted to howl his frustration.
Judging by her increased breathing, Mac was just as frustrated.
“More,” she demanded in a breathy voice while he fumbled with the key in an attempt to unlock the door. “Now, Alex, now! Forget the house! Forget the bed! I can’t wait another second!”
Okay, it was unanimous.
He dropped to sit on one of the chaise longues, filled both hands with her breasts and bucked his hips.
Her head fell back, her long hair a silky curtain against the skin of his arms, her beauty illuminated by the moonlight.
His heart hitched. If this was all they could have, he’d take it.
Love was a bitch.
8
McCall must have fallen asleep after their wild lovemaking on the deck because she woke slightly to find Alex gently bathing her. She smiled and relaxed, drifting off again while he paid special attention to soaping her breasts and between her legs. Desire, never far whenever she was near this man, stirred, but she was simply too exhausted to act on it.
She drifted in again while he stroked warmed lotion in every nook and cranny, aroused but too sleepy to do anything other than moan before she slid deeper into sleep.
Sunlight filtered through the skylight, beating on her eyelids, dragging her awake.
She stretched, automatically reaching across the bed for Alex. Naked beneath the sheet, she was alone.
She yawned and stretched again, the faint scent of the almond lotion Alex had used for her massage wafting up to her. Where was he? She couldn’t very well be a wild woman by herself.
Or could she?
Derek whistled tunelessly as he let himself into Jack’s house and headed to the kitchen to fix Mac’s breakfast tray. Breakfast in bed was no treat for him, but he’d heard women really got off on it. Mac probably would, too.
In her line of work, she was always the giver. He wanted her to be the pampered one for a change. Even if it was only temporary.
He’d just finished loading the tray when he heard it. Faint at first, but growing stronger with each step toward the top of the stairs.
Polynesian music reverberated from the curved wall of the master suite, its heavy beat echoing through his body. Mac stood naked on the balcony, her head thrown back, gorgeous body slick with lotion or oil while she rubbed and gyrated in time to the music.
He set the tray on the nightstand and walked up behind her. She must have sensed him because she paused and looked back over her shapely sho
ulder.
He smiled and drew one of the suite’s upholstered chairs close to the door. “Don’t let me stop you.” He settled down to enjoy the show.
Mac hesitated, then began her sensual dance again. His khaki shorts instantly grew two sizes too small.
She poured some of the almond lotion he’d used last night into her hand and let it trickle down her breasts, all the while moving her hips to the seductive beat of the music. Her hand cupped her close-cropped pussy and caught the thin ribbon of lotion, then smoothed it all around her flat stomach, the curve of her hip, and then up to join her other hand to thoroughly massage her erect nipples.
He groaned when she poured another handful of lotion and rubbed it lustily into her buttocks, turning to taunt him with the sway of her hips, the sight of her hands stroking the satiny skin.
Then she bent over.
He held the armrests in a death grip, barely breathing, while he watched her smooth lotion up each spectacular leg to her crotch, then finish by stroking it over the exposed plump pink folds, all the while moving her hips to the seductive beat.
Never breaking eye contact, he released the button of his too-tight shorts and let the zipper fall open from the weight of his erection.
She definitely did something to him. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a horny teenager, whacking off to Playboy.
His hand closed around his pecker, moving up and down while he watched Mac continue her seductive dance.
She grinned, obviously enjoying the show he was putting on for her as much as her own.
More lotion pooled in her hand. “That’s right, lover,” she crooned, “Harder, faster. Do it for me and Ill do it for you.” Her gaze met his. “After all, I’m the professional. I’m the wild woman!”
She poured the lotion over her breasts, squirming to the beat while she rubbed her erect nipples, then slicked her hands down to her pussy.
“Drop the shorts,” she ordered, then climbed onto the back of a double beach chair to prop her feet on each arm, legs spread. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
More excited than he could remember being in his entire thirty-two years, he shucked his shorts and briefs at the speed of light and resumed his seat, his rock-hard cock jutting up from his lap.
“Wait!” She hopped down from the chair and grabbed the bottle of lotion. “You need lubrication.” She walked toward him, pouring a generous amount of lotion onto her glistening tits. “Here, let me.” She leaned forward and rubbed her slick breasts against the tip of his shaft, which immediately responded with a will of its own. Pushing her generous globes together, she moved his penis in and out of her cleavage until it was slick with lotion.
“There,” she said in a breathless whisper, stepping back into the sunshine, one hand plucking her nipple while the other languorously rubbed between her slightly spread legs. “Let’s do it.”
With that, she turned up the music and climbed up onto the chair back, resuming her erotic pose.
Through a sexual haze, he watched her pleasure herself, growing harder and more excited by the second, his hand moving of its own accord.
With a gasp of surprise, he reached his peak just as her breath hitched and her back arched, tits erect. Hot semen spilled over his fist, wetting his abdomen, trickling down around his balls.
When their breathing slowed, she tossed him a towel. “Now it’s our turn.” Moving to the music, she poured out more lotion and began massaging her breasts again. “C’mon, lover, join me. You can be wild, too.”
“Right out here, in front of whomever walks by?” Despite his words, he stepped out on the deck, already getting hard at the thought.
She nodded, the sun glinting off the silvery blond streaks in her hair. “It’s a private beach. It’s doubtful anyone will be walking by. Besides, we’re on the second floor.” She looked at the edge of the solid wall of the balcony. “And the ledge is higher than hip height. No one can see what we’re doing…unless we want them to.”
“Well, I know what I want,” he said, lifting her back to her perch on the chair, then settling himself between her spread legs.
McCall let out a squeak of surprise at the first lap of Alex’s tongue on her sensitive folds. His fingers toyed with her while he licked and sucked.
Feeling liberated, she leaned back, resting her arms along the top of the balcony, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face and bare breasts and the talented tongue between her legs. His fingers moved in and out of her wetness to the beat of the music, causing her altered breathing.
McCall Lindsey, wild woman. Exhibitionist. Her breath hitched as her muscles vibrated and contracted yet again. Better make that McCall Lindsey, exhibitionist and multiorgasmic wild woman.
Waves of pleasure washed over her while the waves of the Gulf washed to shore. Wow. Who knew? Multi orgasms had always been the stuff of urban legends. Until she’d met Alex.
How would she survive the rest of her dull life without this?
“Okay,” Alex said, drawing her back to the present while he drew her down to straddle his impressive erection. “Now we get to do what we started last night.”
Last night? She frantically wracked her brain but all she could remember for certain was Alex insisting she not wear underwear, eating dinner and drinking margaritas. After that, everything was a blur. Random impressions.
She vaguely remembered feeling very sexy on their way home and suspected they might have had sex on the deck, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
“You issued an invitation to me,” he explained. “You wanted me to take you, on the beach chair, just outside the Purple Crab.” He eyed her suspiciously, his hands pausing in their play with her nipples. “Feel free to jump in here at any time, if you remember what happened.”
“You refused because it was, um, too public,” she guessed.
“Right.” He nodded and smiled, resuming his sexy, distracting play with her nipples while the heat from his erection made her sex weep for him.
She licked her lips, thrilled to see him follow the movement of her tongue with his hot gaze.
“Well,” she said, wiggling her bottom against his stomach, a feeling of sexual pride zipping through her at the instant reaction of his penis. She brushed his lips with hers. “We appear to be alone now.” She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose, then raised her hips and impaled herself.
Somehow, during the ensuing wild ride, she managed to divest him of his Hawaiian print shirt and rub her aching nipples against his chest.
Just as her climax was upon her, he stopped and turned her to face away from him. The position allowed him to enter her from a new angle. Within seconds, her climax crested, washing wave after wave of pleasure over her.
Alex joined her, his shout echoing within the confines of the balcony.
Feeling boneless, she relaxed against his chest, enjoying the closeness of afterglow and the way his fingers still toyed with her nipples while he trailed lazy kisses up and down the side of her neck.
A girl could get used to this.
Derek nuzzled the top of Mac’s shining hair and lightly squeezed her breasts. Mine.
“Do you like your job, Mac?” he asked, lightly pinching a responsive nipple. He was rewarded by her little wiggle and a surge of moisture around his still embedded cock.
“Well, I did until I was fired.” She shrugged. “After I go back to Houston, I’ll have to hit the streets again.”
“You could work for me,” he said before he could remind himself of why that was a bad idea.
“It would be a long commute from Houston, but thanks.”
“I’m from Houston, too.”
“You are? Okay. But what would I do if I worked for you?”
He arched his hips, pushing his sex deeper within her. “The same thing you’ve been doing, babe.”
She giggled and wiggled against him, giving his cock ideas it didn’t need.
“You don’t have to pay for me to do this,” she said in a soft v
oice. “I’d do it anyway.”
Rotating on his shaft, she turned to him, taking his face in her small hands. “Don’t you know that by now? I love—um, love making love to you.”
He bent to flick the end of a nipple with the tip of his tongue before drawing the morsel into his mouth and sucking deeply. Her muscles clenched his cock like a velvet glove.
After repeating the action on the other breast, he lightly kissed her. “I’d want to pay for your time.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered. “For you, it’s always free.”
Deep within her, his penis surged. “That’s good,” he said in a husky voice. “Because the way I’m going, I’d be broke within the year.”
He arched his hips and no talking occurred for quite a while.
McCall lolled her head against the side of the bathtub and regarded her human bath toy through her lashes. “Do you think it’s possible to wear yourself out with sex?”
At the other end of the tub, Alex laughed, but didn’t open his eyes. “Not if it’s done right.” Beneath the water, he wiggled her little toe. “And, babe, we’re experts.”
She sighed. “That’s true. We’re professionals.” In a deep voice she said, “Do not try this at home,” then laughed.
He joined her, then ran his hand up her right leg, caressing her thigh. “I meant what I said earlier. You can work for me.”
“But—”
Gripping her thighs, he pulled her toward him until she straddled his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her close and placed a smacking kiss on the top of her head.
“You’re coming to work for me,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“But you don’t even know what I do. And I may have some legal trouble, I—”
“Shh,” he said against her temple, then trailed tiny kisses to her ear, leaving a fiery trail. “There are no troubles we can’t handle. Whatever legal problems you have, my lawyer can get you out of.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyelashes mingling with her own. “Say yes so I can love you while the water is still warm.”