Bachelor Undone

by Brenda Jackson

  “You own one?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded. “Sounds like fun.” She then leaned over and softly kissed his lips. “Thanks for last night, York. It was wonderful.”

  Yes, what they'd shared had been wonderful, and he intended to spend more of such wonderful times with her.

  Darcy couldn't help but smile as she watched York give her a demonstration on the proper way to use the Jet

  Ski. It was a beautiful piece of equipment, but then the person showing her how to use it was a beautiful man.

  After breakfast they had dressed and he had taken her back to the hotel where she had packed an overnight bag and returned here. They had gone swimming for a while and now he was showing her how to use a Jet Ski, and she was having a great time watching him.

  They were still wearing their swimsuits. She was wearing a fuchsia bikini, which he seemed quite taken with when she'd put it on. In fact, he'd seemed quite taken with taking it off her as well. He had stripped her naked, tossed the bikini on shore while they went skinny-dipping.

  She smiled remembering that time as she studied him. His swimming trunks showed just what a fine physique he had—tight muscles, firm stomach, and thick muscular thighs. His skin was glistening from the water, and her tongue tingled, tempted to lick him dry.

  “Any questions?”

  She smiled upon realizing that he had asked her a question. “About what?”

  He laughed and shook his head. “About anything I just went over with you.”

  The only thing she could remember—and rather vividly—was listing parts of his body she found fascinating. But not to give anything away, she said, “No, I don't have any questions.”

  “So you're ready to try it?”

  She wouldn't say that. “Only if we can do it together.”

  That statement made him grin, and she immediately understood why. They had been practically doing it together most of the morning. Ever since she had let the cat out of the bag that she'd gone without sex for almost two years, he had definitely made himself available without any trouble, and she had readily taken him up on his offers.

  After breakfast they'd made love, and when they had gotten to her hotel room after she'd thrown items into her overnight bag, they'd made love again. There was just something about him that pushed thoughts of sex to the forefront of her mind. Their lovemaking sessions were always wild and out of control, unrestrained and uncontrollable. He seemed to enjoy it that way, and so did she.

  “What I meant,” she decided to clarify, “is to ask if we can ride the Jet Ski together.”

  “We sure can. It can hold up to three people,” he said, smiling over at her.

  Darcy nodded. She was about to tell him how nice the brightly colored Jet Ski was when her cell phone rang.

  She recognized the number and felt a deep thump in her chest. She glanced over at York and knew she didn't have to tell him who was calling. She probably had a guilty look on her face, although there was no reason for her to be guilty about anything. She had come to the island to enjoy herself and have fun. York didn't mean any more to her than Damien did.

  She knew it was a lie as soon as the thought left her brain. She considered ignoring the call and then decided to go ahead and answer it, knowing full well that York would be listening to her every word. “Yes, Damien?”

  “I'll be back on the island Monday night, and I was wondering when I can see you again.”

  Chapter 9

  A frown settled around York's lips. Part of his brain tried convincing him that he didn't care, that whatever Darcy did and with whom was her business and that it didn't concern him. But that was a bald-faced lie. It did concern him, not just personally but physically.

  He continued to wipe down his Jet Ski while trying to ignore her conversation with Felder. The man was with Danielle Simone, so why was he calling Darcy? He fought to keep his teeth from clenching and had to suck in a deep breath when he was struck by an intense urge to take the phone from her and ask him. The very thought was insane, but the one thing he wasn't feeling at the moment was sane.

  Keep your cool, Ellis. Just because you and Darcy have been mating like rabbits every chance you get is no reason to get all possessive and territorial. But then again, maybe you have every right since you did claim her and decided she was yours.

  He crouched down to wipe off a lower part of the Jet Ski while thinking he could bet all the tea in China that Darcy wouldn't agree with that assessment. She would probably box his ears if she even knew he had such thoughts and was making such assumptions.

  He pretended not to notice when she ended the call. He tried ignoring the moment of awkward silence that followed and figured he should say something but decided considering how he felt it was best to keep his mouth shut. He was encountering emotions he'd never felt before, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle them. No woman had ever made him feel this way, and quite honestly, he didn't like it.

  “That was Damien.”

  He glanced over at her without stopping what he was doing. “I gathered.”

  She didn't say anything for a moment and neither did he. A part of him wished he could concentrate on something else. For the last hour or so, he had been admiring how she looked in the bikini, appreciating her curvy figure and long legs. Now all he could see was the color red flash across his eyes.

  He knew his attitude wasn't helping matters, but at the moment, he truly didn't give a damn. Standing less than five feet away was the woman he had made love with most of the night—the woman who had somehow gotten underneath his skin. He broke eye contact with her and continued his work.

  “You have no right to be this way, you know.”

  Her words did something to him, snapped off the last of his patience. He rose to his feet and faced her. Instead of saying anything, he stepped around her and went inside through the back door. She was watching him curiously, and he knew eventually she would follow.

  Once inside his kitchen, he turned the moment she swept in behind him. Before she could open her mouth, he was on her, kissing her. Every part of him was throbbing in both anger and arousal. She evidently didn't know anything about rights when it came to him. And he intended to teach her a few things.

  God, he wanted her again. He wanted to wipe Damien Felder's name from her memory. He wanted to feel the way their bodies connected when they made love, feel her fingers digging deep in his shoulder blades while he rode her hard, hear her scream his name when she came. Hell, they didn't just have sex together; they had something a lot more remarkable and astonishing.

  Instead of pushing him away, she gripped his shoulders and pressed her mouth even closer to him, and he took it with fierce intensity, using his tongue to seduce her to a moan.

  And it seemed that she needed the kiss as much as he did when she proceeded to feast hungrily on his mouth. He lifted her up slightly, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Without breaking the kiss, he began walking toward the living room. It was hot outside, but nothing could compare to the temperature he was feeling inside.

  York was determined by the time things were over she would know what rights he did have.

  This was madness. When he kissed her, Darcy couldn't form a coherent thought. All she knew was that if she continued to get wrapped up in York she could get hurt, because he was awakening emotions she preferred not feeling.

  Darcy felt the back of her legs touch the sofa, but instead of lowering her to the sofa, York scooped her into his arms, headed over to the desk and placed her on it. He kissed her again greedily, and she returned the kiss with the same intensity, urgency and hunger.

  Moments later when York broke off the kiss to look at her, all she could do was stare into his eyes, just moments before moving her gaze to his wet lips. Then her gaze moved lower, past his bare chest to the swimming trunks. They were no longer wet, probably from all the heat being generated in that area. He was hard and enlarged, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out
and sliding her fingers inside his swimming trunks.

  His erection felt hot to the touch, and she cupped him in her hand and could feel the huge veins along the head of him throbbing. She couldn't stop running her fingers along the side of his thickness, thinking he was getting even larger with each stroke.

  He reached down and covered her hand with his and asked huskily, “Do you want this?”

  His question was definitely a no-brainer. Yes, she wanted it. Since he asked, he evidently wanted to hear her say it and she had no problem doing so. She said, “Yes, I want it.” And then because she wanted to hear his admission as well, she asked, “Do you want me?”

  He released her hand and slid his own inside her bikini bottom, and then his fingers began exploring her like they had every right to do so. Instinctively, the moment he touched her feminine mound she spread her legs to give him better access. And when he touched her clit, she moaned deep in her throat.

  “Oh, yeah, I want you,” he whispered close to her lips and leaned over while his fingers continued to stroke her inside. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest as sensations began overtaking her.

  Every nerve inside her body began tingling. And then he leaned forward and used his teeth to lower her bikini top and bared her breasts. Before she could release a gasp of surprise, his mouth latched onto a nipple and began sucking.

  Darcy tossed her head back when she felt unbearably hungry for him. Her body was craving him with an intensity that shocked her.

  Suddenly he released her to take a step back, and she was forced to let go of him as well. She drew in a deep breath when he eased his swimming trunks down his legs after removing a condom packet from the pocket. She loved a man who believed in being prepared. She then watched as he sheathed his erection, forcing herself to swallow during the process.

  He returned to her, and she assumed he would take her off the desk. Instead, he lifted her hips and proceeded to remove her bikini, tossing both somewhere behind him. “You like undressing me, don't you?” she asked in a trembling voice. They had made love several times before, but with York, she never knew what to expect. There was never a dull moment with him when it came to making love—in or out of the bedroom.

  “Yes,” was his husky response, and before she could say anything else, he lowered his head to her breasts again.

  She moaned and lifted her hand to stroke the side of his face, close to his mouth, and she could feel how hard he was sucking her breasts. It caused a myriad of sensations to invade the area between her legs. He had a way of making her feel desired and wanted.

  And then he released her nipple, and before she could move, he lifted her hips just seconds before lowering his head between her legs. The second his tongue touched her clit, sensations rammed through her, and she let out a deep moan. He began tonguing her as if she would be his last meal, as if he was intent on exploring every single inch of her satiny flesh.

  “York!”

  Instead of answering her, he pulled her body closer to his mouth, and his tongue delved even deeper. She'd never felt this aroused in her entire life. He was doing something with his tongue, drawing little circles inside of her, especially on her G-spot.

  She felt an orgasm coming on and tried pushing him away, but just as he'd done the last time he had performed oral sex on her, he remained unmovable, unstoppable. Sensations exploded inside of her, and her entire body shook in extreme pleasure. His mouth closed deeper on her and his tongue continued to lave her clit, and her orgasm seemed endless. A rush of heat infused her, and she couldn't help screaming out his name when more and more explosions shattered her body.

  “Damn, you taste good,” he said moments later when he raised his head and smiled at her. Before she could give him a response, he had grabbed her by the hips and eased her toward his waiting erection. It felt hot when it brushed against her thigh and when he was easing it inside of her. Immediately, her inner muscles clamped down on his pulsating erection. He went deep and deeper, until she could feel his testicles resting against her flesh. He filled her so completely, so totally, she didn't think he had room to move inside.

  He proved her wrong when he began stroking her, easing out and going back in, making sensations rush through her veins and pour into her bloodstream. She was convinced she felt him all the way to her womb, and she knew for certain that her body could feel every hard inch of him.

  His strokes seemed urgent, and her inner muscles began milking him, needing to keep him inside her for as long as she could. The more he pounded into her, the deeper he seemed to go and the more she wanted him. He lifted her hips, held them tight and steady to receive each and every one of his hard thrusts.

  “Tell me, Darcy,” she heard him say. “Tell me this gives me the right. Tell me.”

  She bit down on her mouth, not wanting to say the words he wanted to hear. She had made love to other men and would have thrown such a request back in their face. But she knew he was right. No other man had made love to her like York did or could. No other man could make her womanhood contract with such intense pleasure.

  But should that alone give him the right to anything when it came to her? Oh, hell, she thought, when he increased his pace and began pounding into her with an intensity that almost left her speechless. To get this type of pleasure she would give him whatever rights he thought he wanted.

  “York!”

  She screamed his name and felt her entire body tremble when an orgasm tore into her. And she knew at that moment what else she wanted, what else she wanted to feel. If he was demanding rights from her then she wanted what she considered as the ultimate in pleasure.

  When he pushed hard inside of her and then retreated to thrust back into her, she shifted her body to ease away slightly. Before he realized what she was doing, she reached out and tugged the condom off his erection and tossed it to the floor. She looked at him and said, “With rights come sacrifices. I want you to let go inside of me. I want to feel your semen.”

  Darcy didn't have to ask twice. Before she could draw in her next breath, York was back inside of her, skin to skin, and he felt the difference all the way to his toes. Hell, he wanted her to feel his semen as well.

  There was something about her that had his erection throbbing mercilessly inside of her. That had pressure building up inside him just for the purpose of exploding inside of her. He began stroking her again, almost nonstop.

  “Oh, baby, I'm coming.” He leaned forward to claim her mouth the moment his body exploded, blasting hot semen inside of her and rocking his entire body from head to toe. This was lovemaking as it should be, lovemaking as it was for him and Darcy. They had made a deal, and both had delivered. At least he had given her what she wanted, and he intended to get what he wanted—rights with her.

  He broke off the kiss and threw his head back when he kept coming. Rocking his hips against her to go deeper, he knew he was branding her in a way that he had never branded a woman before. He knew the first time they'd made love there had been a chance some of his semen might have escaped inside of her, but this time he knew for certain.

  He had intentionally flooded her with his seed, not for a baby but because she had asked for it. And he knew at that moment he would just about give Darcy

  Owens anything she wanted. And when she screamed out her orgasm it triggered another one within him, and he shot off inside of her again.

  At that moment he knew that no matter how she felt about it, he would not give Damien Felder the chance to ever touch her this way or any other way.

  Chapter 10

  Darcy came awake and glanced out the window. It was still light outside, which meant it was still the same day. She inhaled the scent of sex. She glanced around the room and saw she was in York's bed, and all she had to do was close her eyes to remember when he had brought her in here.

  It had been right after he'd made love to her on the desk. He had gathered her naked body into his arms and taken her into his bedroom where he had placed her in the be
d. He had joined her there, stroked her body all over with the pads of his fingers to bring her to another aroused state before straddling her to make love to her again.

  His arms tightened around her, and she knew he was awake as well and then he was tugging her closer to him, shifting her on her back and taking possession of her mouth. Only York could kiss her this way and make her want to demand things from a man she'd never demanded before—like his semen.

  He released her mouth and stared down at her. “While you were asleep, I've been thinking,” he said. His gaze was intense.

  She lifted a brow. “About what?”

  “Why Damien is so determined to keep you within his reach.”

  She released a frustrated breath. A part of her wanted to clobber him for bringing up the other man at a time like this, and a part of her wanted to reach up and wrap her arms around his neck to kiss the other man's name from his lips.

  “Why are you bringing him up? I gave you rights while we're together on the island. I won't be seeing him or talking to him. Isn't that what you wanted?”

  He nodded slowly. “Yes, but there are still unanswered questions in my mind.”

  “What kind of unanswered questions, York?”

  He released a deep sigh and rubbed his hand down his face before sitting up. “My men and I have been keeping close tabs on Felder, and I haven't told you everything.”

  She lifted a confused brow. “Everything like what?”

  “Like the fact that as soon as he parts company with you, he seeks out Danielle Simone or vice versa. Something is going on with those two.”

  She shrugged. “If you think you were sparing my feelings by not telling me, you were wrong. The thought that he was hitting on her or any other woman for that matter doesn't bother me. He and I never slept together. We didn't as much as share a kiss. In my book, I was doing something that could be considered worse. I was talking to him and making love to you, a man who was having him investigated.”