Afternoon Rhapsody: Bandicoot Cove 2

by Jess Dee

  Brody closed the space between them, placed a hand on either side of her waist and hauled her upwards until she hung there, suspended, her legs in the water, the rest of her body out of it, her nose in line with his.

  Water cascaded from his hair over his shoulders and his eyes blazed. “You have two seconds to explain your actions, Ms. Rogers. Two. Seconds.”

  “No.” She kicked out desperately, then instantly regretted it, fearing the splash would bring attention to them. “No, wait, you don’t understand—”

  “One…”

  “Please. Shh,” she begged. “You have to be quiet.”

  “Quiet?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind?” He sure looked at her as if she was.

  “Um, maybe. Okay, yes, probably. But for now can you please just shut up and not say another word and not move even one inch. Please?” She dared to glance behind him, up to the area she’d heard the laughter coming from, and her very worst fears were confirmed. “Shit,” she muttered, and ducked her head down, grateful once again for the lovely expanse of Brody’s chest. At least this way she was hidden from view.

  “Bianca.” Brody’s voice was stern, and she knew she had to distract him quickly.

  “Okay, tell you what. Making as little noise as possible, put me down and walk with me over to the other side of the pool. Way on over to the other side. As far from the bistro as you can get. I’ll explain everything then.”

  “Is there someone standing behind us you don’t want to see?” Brody asked, understanding finally settling in those beautiful eyes.

  “Two someones, actually. And if there are two of them, I can only assume there are gonna be a lot more any minute. So can you please just move? Quickly and quietly?”

  Brody raised an eyebrow. He made no effort to release her. “If I put you down and we both walk across the pool, there’s going to be a lot more splashing and movement than if only one of us walks.”

  Bee stiffened. Brody’s logic made sense, but she had a particular aversion to being carried. It had a lot to do with Rick’s tendency to pick her up whenever he’d thought she needed his help.

  Her indecision must have played out on her face, because Brody lowered her into the water.

  “No, wait.” Her choice was made in a split second. Brody was right. The more they moved, the more likely they were to be noticed. “Don’t let me go,” she said quietly.

  With a small nod, he shifted her back up and began to wade through the water across the pool.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, not daring to look over his shoulder again.

  “At least move a little closer,” he growled softly. “Wrap your legs around my waist so I don’t feel like I’m walking against you and the water.”

  Bianca complied immediately, keeping her actions as effortless as possible. No more splashes from her. No more wild kicks.

  “Good,” Brody muttered. “Now put your arms around my neck so I can use my arms to propel us forward.”

  By the time Bianca had done as he’d asked, Brody was walking far more smoothly across the shallow end of the pool. And Bianca’s heart beat overtime.

  Oh God, he felt good. So damn good. His cool, wet skin pressed against hers, her breasts squashed against his hard chest. She knew she shouldn’t be holding him so tight, but somehow she couldn’t convince herself to let go. Not even a little bit.

  She burrowed her face into his neck, tucking her head under his chin. No way was she letting anyone catch a glimpse of her. Besides, like this, up close, she could get a really good whiff of that scent she wanted to bottle.

  Now it was all mingled with chlorine, but damn if it didn’t make him smell all the more appealing.

  And damn if her nipples weren’t tight, aching beads, poking at the wet Lycra of her bikini top. It was all she could do to prevent a soft groan from escaping her throat.

  Brody followed the curve of the pool to an area gloriously protected by a huge palm tree surrounded by a clump of ferns and thus hidden from view of anyone standing at the Seaspray Bistro.

  The pool must have dipped into the deep end, because water suddenly rushed over her shoulders, and Brody’s arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her buoyant.

  Seconds later, the arm was gone.

  Bee found her back pressed against the wall. A hand appeared on either side of her, telling her the water was too deep for Brody to stand, and he held himself above the surface by clutching the side.

  She pulled her face up to look at him and lost her breath because his mouth was that close to hers.

  “Two seconds to explain,” he demanded. “And don’t tell me to shut up now, we’re nowhere near whoever it was you didn’t want to see.”

  “My parents,” she said on a huff of air. “They were behind us. Meters away.”

  Brody’s eyes widened.

  “I, uh, I didn’t want them to see us together.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, damn it, I’m not ready for anyone to see me with you. Least of all my family. Do you have any idea how many questions they’d have had if they’d found us together, your hand on my hip? Do you have any idea what they would have said?”

  A smirk touched his lips, making that lower lip of his so damn sexy, a wave of desire almost knocked Bianca sideways. Even the pool water couldn’t keep her cool.

  “I think I could imagine.” He chuckled.

  “I’m sorry I pushed you into the pool. I was desperate.” She bit her lip as she watched his face for a reaction.

  “I’m not.”

  “Desperate?”

  “Sorry.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Nope.” He shook his head, and droplets of water hit her skin. “If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be all wrapped around me now, and I wouldn’t be able to do this.” His eyes glittered.

  “Do what?” Oh, God. There went her breath again. She just couldn’t seem to keep it in her lungs when she was around him.

  “This.” He dipped his head and kissed her.

  The soft groan she’d held in earlier escaped. How could she not groan when his lips clung to hers, making fireworks explode behind her eyelids?

  He tasted…delicious. Sweet and spicy. So familiar and yet so mysterious. More, she just wanted more of him, of his taste. Of his lower lip.

  She couldn’t resist. Couldn’t stop herself. She nibbled on that luscious lip, determined to satisfy her craving to sample it. Only it didn’t satisfy. Not even close. It set off a chain reaction inside her, demanding she sample every part of his mouth. His lower lip, his upper one, his tongue…

  She parted her lips, seeking to intensify the kiss, and whimpered as his tongue found hers, sliding across it with velvet heat and deadly precision. The erotic caress echoed deep inside her belly. And lower. Much lower.

  Bee tightened her hold on him, bracing her arms around his neck and squeezing his waist with her legs, hauling him in closer. The need to feel his skin against hers—all that firm muscle squashed against her chest and her stomach—made her reckless.

  So what if they floated in a pool in the middle of the resort? The greenery offered a touch of privacy, and she was in Brody’s arms.

  He pressed up against her, hard. This wasn’t a case of one-sided lust on her part. Brody wanted her as much as she wanted him. The bunched muscles in his shoulders, his labored breath and his stunning kiss were all sure signs.

  She silently cursed her height. She lacked the length to mold her groin to his. Wrapped around him like this, her pussy was pressed against his belly, not his cock. She wanted his cock. Wanted to grind herself against its hard length, tease them both with the promise of what could be if neither wore swimsuits. Wanted to confirm he was as aroused, as aware as she was.

  She squirmed against him, struggled to lower her waist and yet still kiss him. She never wanted to stop kissing him. Ever. Never wanted to lose his unique taste. Or be deprived of the eroticism of his tongue. The hot, teasing skill of his mouth.

  Never m
ind bottling his scent and keeping it beside her bed, she considered tying him to her bed, keeping him there so she could sniff him at night. And in the morning. And perhaps once or twice during the day as well.

  Brody broke the kiss with an agonized groan. “Christ, Bee, you gotta stop.”

  Bianca froze. “S-stop what?”

  “Driving me crazy. Rubbing against me like that.” He gritted his teeth as though he were in pain.

  “You…don’t like it?” Was that her heart climbing into her throat? Was that why she suddenly couldn’t talk? Couldn’t breathe?

  “No,” he growled. “I fucking love it. But it’s driving me wild. Making me wanna do bad things to you, right here, in the pool—”

  “Do them,” she demanded. “Right here, in the pool.” She twisted her hips this way then that, rubbing herself on his belly, grinding her clit against all that smooth muscle.

  Brody squeezed his eyes shut. “Christ, you’re a little hellfire.”

  “Horny hellfire,” Bee corrected and molded her mouth to his again.

  He wrapped an arm around Bianca, slamming her against his body, holding her so tight she couldn’t have possibly escaped—even if she’d wanted to. Which she didn’t. Uh-uh. She could happily spend the rest of the afternoon wrapped in this man’s arms, cocooned in the tropical waters of the pool, concealed from her parents’ view.

  Or maybe she couldn’t. Because the truth was, they were in a very public pool, and anyone could swim past them at any time. Regardless of how horny she was—and dear Lord, she was horny—they couldn’t do this here. Not if they wanted to do everything Bianca fantasized about.

  It astounded her how many fantasies could cram themselves into her head over the period of a couple of minutes, but Bee was pretty sure she’d covered all of them. Whatever a man and a woman could do together, she’d pictured it—and then some.

  Perhaps if her entire extended family weren’t all currently on the island, she’d have played this scene through to its natural conclusion. But they were there. Every last one of them. And all she needed was for Great Aunty Alberta, or worse, Bee’s big brother, to bustle past while she—or Brody—gloried in the throes of a massive orgasm.

  If Brody kept on with his sensual assault, if he continued to kiss her like she was the sexiest woman in the world, it wouldn’t matter who walked past. She’d simply strip both Brody and herself, and fuck him right there, against the pool wall.

  Brody must have sensed her partial reluctance, because he eased his hold on her and brought the kiss down from a roaring inferno to a gentle flame. Which was almost okay with Bianca, because it gave her the opportunity to nibble on his lower lip again.

  “You know, I’d have no problem making love to you right here,” he murmured when she finally released his luscious flesh, and he loosened his hold on her ever so slightly.

  Without removing her arms from his neck, she slipped her legs from his waist and let them slide down the front of his body. At last, she found the evidence of his desire she’d so frantically sought just moments ago.

  It pressed against her thigh, a solid bulge, thick and long, and so enticing it was all Bee could do to keep her hands around his neck and not draw them down to cover his erection.

  “Me either,” she sighed, and rubbed her leg against his cock, loving the feel of him, loving his arousal, loving that he was just as horny as she was. “But Great Aunty Alberta would have a fit if she saw us.”

  Brody made a funny sound, as though someone was choking him. “Let’s just ensure she doesn’t. Wanna sneak out the pool and make a mad dash for my room?”

  “God, yes.”

  Before the words were out of her mouth, Bianca found herself being lifted again. One second she was in the water, covered from shoulder to toe in sun-warmed liquid, the next she sat on the edge of the pool. Brody hauled himself out next to her, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then he set off in the direction of the lush resort gardens, tugging her along with him.

  Chapter Four

  “I have a beachside bungalow, not far from where we met this morning,” Brody told her as he quickened his pace.

  She needed no encouragement to match his steps, although she had to take two for every one of his. “Me too.” Excitement fizzed inside her. “Whichever one we get to first, we go into.”

  “Deal.”

  Dripping wet, they scooted through the gardens, their steps increasing in speed from a brisk walk to a gentle trot to an all-out run. Bianca was about to shift into sprint mode when Brody took a sudden left and nipped behind an oasis of trees. He took her with him.

  “What the…? What are you doing?”

  He pressed his finger to her lips. “Shh.”

  That was when she heard it. Footsteps and animated chatter. She couldn’t identify the voices, there were too many of them, but the words wedding, groom and bachelor party drifted her way, and she was suddenly jolly appreciative of Brody’s quick thinking.

  Just like she wasn’t ready to face her parents, Danny or Great Aunt Alberta, so she wasn’t ready for anyone she knew to see her with Brody. Wasn’t ready for the speculative glances or raised eyebrows. Wasn’t ready for Rick’s name to come up while she was with him.

  “Good thinking,” she whispered.

  “Selfish thinking,” he whispered back, and kissed her again.

  And just like that, Bianca forgot all about the people walking by. Hidden from view, she forgot all about everything except the man who crushed her to him. The man whose back was bent so he could reach her mouth with his. The man whose erection seemed to have grown in the time it took them to cross the hundred meters from the pool to here.

  And she knew it had grown because she could feel it. Her hand was on the front of his boardies, cupping him. She had no memory of placing her hand there, just a vague recollection of needing to touch him so badly, she thought for sure she’d die if she didn’t.

  Brody growled into her mouth but did not release her lips. Which suited her just fine, because she wouldn’t have let him go had he tried. Not when his tongue did deliciously naughty things to the inside of her mouth. Not when his lips pressed so enticingly against hers. Not when she inhaled the air he breathed.

  Brody’s soft growl changed to a ragged groan when the barrier of his wet boardies proved too annoying, and she slipped her hand beneath the sodden material, taking his hot, pulsing cock in her palm.

  Then it wasn’t just Brody groaning. Bianca let out a soft moan, the feel of his hard flesh enough to set fire to her loins.

  Satin-covered steel.

  She wrapped her hand around him, stroking up and down. Not easy. Not within the confines of his shorts, but God help her, she wasn’t letting go. Not for anything. Not when her actions made him shiver as they kissed.

  Not when liquid heat filled her pussy, her stomach clenched with desire and her heart pounded fiercely beneath her breast. Not when the throbbing vein lining his dick made her aware of how alive she felt with him. How her own blood roared in her ears.

  Pearls of moisture beaded on the tip of his erection. She stopped breathing. Ran her thumb over the wetness. Moaned.

  He tore his lips from hers. “Bee…”

  Her name was both a salutation and a plea. His eyes blazed with passion.

  Their bungalows suddenly seemed very far away. Unreachable.

  Didn’t matter. They could make it. If they walked really fast. Okay, sprinted, they could do it. Get there before the passion overwhelmed them.

  “Room,” she gasped. “We can make it if we hurry.”

  Brody stared at her with wide eyes.

  “Not too far,” she muttered, her heart slamming into her ribs. “Not far at all.”

  “Y-you’re serious?”

  “Dead serious.”

  Disbelief filled his gaze.

  “We can run,” she assured him.

  His only response was a hoarse laugh. Hoarse and sexy.

  Bee would have replied but she couldn’t.
Her mouth was otherwise occupied. As she’d presented Brody with her best verbal argument, she’d slid to her knees and yanked at the tie on his waistband, torn at the Velcro and finally gotten his boardies undone. Tempting and hard in her hand, his erection now pulsed before her eyes, its tip sodden.

  Bee couldn’t wait. No longer wanted to. She didn’t care where they stood. Trees surrounded them, their thick, lush foliage hiding them from view. She’d been a teenager the last time she’d done anything this bold, this daring. Last time she’d been giddy on fresh air and the great outdoors and a man she desired.

  She felt like that teenager all over again. Reckless. Hot. Free. Ravenous.

  She licked the moisture off the head of his cock.

  “Ah, fuck, Bee.” Brody tried to stop her. Grabbed at her arms, attempted to lift her back up, but she nuzzled her mouth against his belly, licking at the sensitive skin there before once again tasting the precome he produced for her.

  Instead of lifting her, Brody ran his hands over her shoulders, caressing, massaging. Logically he might have known they shouldn’t do this here. Physically he was in the exact same boat as her—powerless to fight the lust that had sparked between them this morning, flared during lunch and exploded in the pool.

  Salt, chlorine and musk flavored her lips. The spongy tip of his cock pressed on her tongue, and Bianca could not restrain herself. She opened her mouth and devoured him. Sucked him deep inside, luxuriating in the sensation of his hard length pulsing between her cheeks.

  Her release was slow. A sensual exploration of satiny skin as she pulled off him.

  “Bee…honey…” Brody’s voice was a low rasp. The vibrations of his words rippled down her spine, making her shiver.

  She sucked him back in and then lost track of her actions. She simply enjoyed him, feasting on his succulent flesh, relishing the gasps and muttered curses that filtered through the air above her. She palmed his testicles and stroked the soft skin just behind as her mouth made love to him.