by Stacey Lynn
She bucked against me, pressing my finger inside her deeper.
“You’re so tight and hot.” I groaned against her breast.
“It’s been a while,” she admitted. “Please, more.”
“Soon.”
I continued exploring her body, slid my finger out of her, then pressed another one inside her. Added a third. The closet had been rushed and frenzied. Here, I’d take my time.
Her hips arched into me, quickly, losing control. I spun circles around her clit, gathering her wetness. The need to taste her…her pussy, her neck, her breast. It overwhelmed me, made me hotter and harder than I could ever remember.
“Please,” she gasped, widening her legs until her inner thighs trembled beneath me.
“Come for me,” I whispered, abandoning her breast and moving to her collarbone. I was right. She flushed everywhere and it was magnificent. “Let me see you lose it.”
Her head pushed into the pillow, her lips parted, and little sounds, moans and groans and whimpers, ripped from her throat. And then she was gone. Her whole body trembling and her thighs quaking, I thrust my fingers deep inside her pussy. I pushed and pulled and scraped the pads of my fingers against her inner walls. Her hands gripped my shoulders. My biceps. She clung to me like an animal, my name ringing on her lips.
“David!”
I pushed off her, ripped open a condom, and rolled it on.
I entered her. Inch by inch, I worked myself inside of her as her orgasm still rolled, throwing her into another one.
She cried out, squeezing my arms. I silenced her with a kiss. Forced my mouth against hers and fucked her with my mouth along with my dick, until sweat dripped down my forehead and she went limp beneath me, but still with me.
Her hands slid to my hair, the back of my head, my neck. Everywhere she touched, my skin ignited until her hands slid down my spine. My balls pulled heavy and tight, slapping against her with every pump of my hips until everything inside me burned.
“Camden,” I groaned. I buried my head in the crook of her shoulder. Pressed my lips to her flesh as her hands squeezed my ass, pushing me into her harder, faster…relentlessly.
Her walls tightened, convulsing around me…another climax, quieter but just as fierce, hit her and I went with her, thrusting with abandon, losing all the control I’d fought for. I seated myself balls deep and growled her name.
I emptied myself inside her, my dick pulsing almost to the point of pain.
Glorious. Perfect. Everything about her, her body and how we fit together, down to the whimpers she made and the way our heartbeats synced.
—
I took a sip of my coffee and stood next to my bed, admiring the view. I didn’t give a shit if she woke right now, saw me watching her sleep, and thought I was a creeper. When Camden slept, all her features gentled. The firm press of her lips, the determined look in her eyes, and the tightness in her shoulders was gone.
Perhaps I’d just worn her out.
I grinned at the thought before setting down the cup of coffee I’d bought for her on my way back from working out. Settling next to her on the bed, I ran my fingers through her hair. I leaned closer and pressed my lips to her temple. I’d planned a big day for us; and as much as I wanted to climb into bed next to her, slide my hands to her stomach, her hips, and then farther south, we had to get moving in order to meet our boat.
“Camden.” I whispered her name, brushed my lips over her ear. She stirred and her eyes flickered. Her body tensed to roll, so I moved my hand to her hip, stilling her. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
She shifted again and I grinned. Her eyes flickered again and opened. I had a brief flash of fear that she’d wake up, turn those beautiful green eyes away from me, and scramble out of bed and take off.
My hand on her hip tightened in preparation for her flight.
“Hey,” she said, surprising me with her easiness as she fully awoke. Her lips spread into a wide, soft smile and she blinked the dredges of sleep away. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you.”
“What time is it?”
“Time to get moving.” Her eyes widened and so did my smile. Gesturing to her cup of coffee, I stood from the bed to restrain myself from collapsing on top of her, taking her the way I wanted to. “We have a busy day.”
Her brows wrinkled and she looked at the cup before glaring at me. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrowed as she watched me. “And why are you dressed? And showered?”
I grabbed our coffees from the table and held hers out. “Sit up. Have some coffee, and then we need to hit the beach. We have a chartered boat waiting for us soon.”
“A chartered boat?” Her eyes widened again and she blinked rapidly, looking around my room as if she were still dreaming.
“You’re awake,” I assured her. “Or at least you will be after you have coffee.”
She shook her head and pushed herself back on the bed, propping her shoulders on the pillows. “Thanks, but I don’t drink coffee.”
Someone who didn’t live off caffeine? I briefly wondered if I could trust her. “Weird,” I muttered and set down the cup. “Can I get you anything, then, while you get ready?”
Her gaze swept the room once more before landing back on me. “I need to go to my room.”
“No you don’t.” I bent down and picked up the bag I’d gone to her room to get earlier. It wasn’t breaking and entering if I used a key—her key…from her purse.
I wasn’t ashamed of my actions. I’d already told her I was planning on spending the weekend proving we’d be good together. I couldn’t do that if she went to her own room and hid from me.
Her brows jumped up and her mouth went slack when she saw the lime-green bag I placed on the edge of the bed. Her lime-green bag. “You…what?”
She scrambled from the sheets and I drank in the look of her body. Damn, she was so pretty. All long and lean, a runner’s body, and all that pale skin because she hadn’t slept in anything. She didn’t even notice she was still naked when she grabbed the handles of her bag.
I categorized every dip and curve. Every beauty mark, especially the one I’d spent time sucking on right inside her left hip bone. The scar on her hip that I desperately wanted to ask her about but knew she wouldn’t explain. Three inches of jagged and raised white flesh. It was old but nasty. She didn’t seem the least bit conscious of it until I felt it and kissed it last night.
“You went to my room?” she gasped as she dug through the bag, searching for…what? And then gave a resigned sigh when she sat back on her heels. Her pussy was visible and my dick hardened at the gorgeous sight of her. Had I really chosen to go snorkeling instead of spending the day in bed with her? But I had, and I couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn back now, despite how tempting her body was.
“I did. I packed all your bathroom stuff and what you’ll need for today.”
She did another quick search of her bag. “There’s barely any clothes. Only my swimsuit.”
“I know. The rest of your things are hanging in the closet.”
“This is crossing a line.” Her words were a warning, but her voice wasn’t. It was too soft, too surprised to carry any weight.
I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee. “We’re running out of time. Go shower and get ready, and then we’ll head out.”
I reached the doorway before she called out, “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
“I know. It’s a surprise, and you’ll love it. Be ready in twenty minutes or we’ll miss our boat. Now, can I get you anything?”
“Juice.” She growled, low and frustrated. “Please.”
I grinned into my mug and left the room to go replenish my coffee and get her some juice.
Chapter 5
Camden
David had helped himself to almost all the items in my bungalow. I tried to gather my indignation while showering and getting dressed for whatever he had planned. He’d helped himself to my personal space, my pers
onal items…hell, he’d seen my birth control pills and packed them. Better safe than sorry.
His words from last night made me smile, even while they shouldn’t have. I should be pissed, right? I mean, he’d broken into my bungalow! Dug through my things!
Yet there I was, dressed in the swimsuit he’d brought for me, pulling on my cover-up, brushing my hair back into a ponytail.
Hopeless. I was hopeless when it came to him. Somehow, I caved and did every wild and crazy thing he suggested.
On the plane ride to Jamaica, Blue had laughed when she caught me writing a list of all the things to do over the weekend, all the items that needed to be checked off to ensure that her wedding to Tyson went off without a hitch. She’d crumpled the paper in her perfectly manicured fingers and shook her head before reminding me she had a wedding planner at the resort.
She’d looked at me, her humor evaporating, and then flicked her gaze to David, who had sat two rows ahead of us in the aisle, and whispered, “All you have to do is enjoy yourself, Camden. That’s it. Have some fun.”
She’d then winked and moved back to her seat next to Tyson. He had placed his hand on her thigh. She curled her hand around his, and then rested her head on his shoulder. The smoothness of their connection, the way their eyes softened when they looked at each other, had made my chest hurt.
I was used to being alone. I had been raised by a mom in a run-down trailer, in a run-down trailer park. My mom had spent most of her life treading water, trying to give me what she’d never had for herself. Sometimes, after a heavy summer thunderstorm, we almost literally treaded water in our small living room from the leak in a roof we could never repair. Surprises meant being able to afford ham instead of bologna. Surprises meant two small Christmas presents instead of one. Surprises meant being able to scrounge up enough change from a coffee jar that contained my mother’s tips to be able to afford to pay our electric bill.
For me, surprises had never been all that great, but as I twisted my ponytail and wrapped it in a bun at the base of my neck, the way I usually wore it, I forced myself to remember that this was David.
He was laid back and fun and seemed to be able to live sure of the moment. He wore a laugh or a smile so easily I wondered if he’d ever cried, if he’d ever felt pain in his life.
His surprises had to be better than my mom’s had always been.
Right?
Puffing out my cheeks, I blew out a breath in the mirror and stared into my own green eyes. “Enjoy yourself. Have some fun. Throw away the lists.”
I used those lists to cope with my past, to survive after everything I’d been through. When my innocence had been stripped away too early, I had to find a way to deal with it. Lists and plans and goals and accomplishments kept me on firm footing. Without them, I didn’t know if I could move forward. The very idea of not being prepared, not knowing what was going to happen, sent a shiver down my spine that wasn’t entirely pleasant.
The urge to run bubbled inside me, threatening to take over. Inhaling, I counted, closed my eyes, and focused on staying calm.
Before I could back out, demand that David let me go, I made a choice.
What the hell? What was the worst thing that could happen in one weekend? Before I could think of what that worst possible outcome could be, I forced myself to turn from the mirror and open the bathroom door.
Making my way through the bedroom, I stopped and stared at the bed. Memories of the night before invaded my mind.
David on top of me. David touching me. Me touching David. His strong hands doing delicious things to me when he ran his fingers over my nipples and through my sex. God, he’d been incredible. By far the best lover I’d ever had.
My hips and abs ached from the pleasure he’d given me, repeatedly, and when my gaze caught sight of multiple condom wrappers on the floor, my cheeks heated.
Multiple orgasms…before last night they’d been as mythical as unicorns.
A knock sounded to my left and I jumped, startled.
“Hey,” I said, pressing my hand to my chest when David entered the room. “You scared me.”
His eyes roamed my body from top to toe before sliding to the bed.
“Thinking about last night?” He kept walking toward me and my heart pounded against my rib cage. “I have. All morning long, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.” He reached me and pressed his hand to my cheek. I melted into his warm touch, the move as innate as breathing. My eyes fluttered closed as he bent down and his lips brushed against mine. “I’ve been hard all morning, and all I want to do is keep you in this bed where I can touch you and slide into you.”
My chest burned at his words and my mouth went dry. “Can we?”
My own words reached my ears like I’d whispered them through a tunnel. When did I become so bold?
“No, beautiful.” He kissed me again, and his hand at my cheek slid to my neck. “We have to get going.”
I nodded as his hand reached the bun at my neck. He tugged on my hair and it fell down to my waist, brushing against my skin.
“What are you doing?” My hands went to my hair, feeling for my tie, but David stepped back and out of my reach. My bright pink hair band was now on his wrist and I glared at him.
“I’m keeping it. I like your hair down. It’s gorgeous, and I want to be able to touch it whenever I want.”
My hands flew to my hips. His unabashed grin didn’t disappear under my withering gaze. “Besides, you’re gorgeous, all of you, and this weekend, I plan on touching you. A lot. All the time, actually.”
To prove his point, he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me flush against his chest. “I can’t even decide right now if I like you dressed in this bikini or if I like you naked more. But I do like knowing that when you’re close to an orgasm, all of your body flushes.”
God. I was on fire. Burning from the inside out. From my toes to my scalp. How did he do this to me? He was arrogant and cocky and bossy and impossible, but every time he touched me, every time he whispered to me in his husky voice, I conceded to whatever he wanted.
“David,” I whispered, his name ragged through my dry voice. “What are we doing today? I’m not such a fan of surprises.”
As if he caught my nerves battling with my desire for him, he pulled back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I told you. We’re going on a boat.”
—
We were not on a boat. We were on a vessel leading me straight to my death.
The wind whipped my hair, and I held it back with one hand as David stood next to me, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand at the railing.
“Isn’t this view insane?” He had to shout over the roar of the boat’s engine. He looked down at me, wide smile stretching across his cheeks showing perfectly white, straight teeth.
He was in love.
I was terrified and speechless. I shook my head, rolled my eyes at his excitement, and curled my fingers more tightly around the railing.
Snorkeling. In the ocean. With fishes and sharks and jellyfish and a host of other creatures that could kill us before we knew they were there.
My idea of fun? Hardly. Give me a book and a foreign beer and a fireplace and I was happy.
The boat slowed and the bow dipped low. Waves of salt water rushed over our feet and I jumped back, straight into David’s chest.
He laughed. His mouth pressed against my ear and the vibration of his laughter made me shiver.
“You’re crazy,” I said after the engine died and we were drifting over the waves. Two small islands were a short distance away in front of us. I’d been told they were uninhabited. Between those islands and the boat there was nothing but water and the curves and movements of life beneath it. “Are you sure this is safe?”
“We didn’t die yesterday.”
“Comforting.”
Footsteps behind us caught my attention and I turned, looking at our captain, Raheem, over David’s shoulder. David removed his hands from the ra
iling and placed them on my hips, holding me steady.
“It’ll be fine, Camden. Raheem brought us guys here yesterday and we had a blast. Nothing can hurt you here, I promise. And besides, I wouldn’t let it.” His words soothed me slightly until Raheem held up two sets of flippers and eye masks and snorkels.
Raheem looked like he’d been toking it since he woke up; he had bloodshot eyes and a lazy smile. Long black dreadlocks fell past his shoulders and he moved in a way that was almost lyrical. Smooth and relaxed, and he was probably stoned out of his mind. I flashed wide eyes to David. “This man? He’s who you trust to keep us alive?”
David chuckled, letting go of me to take the gear from Raheem’s outstretched hands.
“The water is rougher today,” he said in a thick Jamaican accent. “More sea life will be visible, but don’t go too deep. The coral can scratch.”
More sea life? Coral that can scrape me?
As if David sensed my growing unease, he settled a hand on my lower back and moved us toward a bench on the side of the boat.
Raheem, done with the duty of his warning and delivering our snorkeling supplies, turned and walked to the back of boat, where he lifted a joint and lit it.
“Great,” I mumbled, sitting down while David squatted in front of me. “Raheem’s stoned.”
It rolled off David like water off a duck’s back, slick and quick. He hadn’t stopped smiling since we stepped onboard our vessel of doom an hour earlier.
“I’m sure he was stoned yesterday, too. And the day before, and the day before that…”
I slapped his shoulder playfully. He grinned at me while his hands worked flippers onto my feet. “Stop it. You’re not helping me.”
“Do you think I’d let anything hurt you?”
I didn’t think he’d try to let anything hurt me, but that didn’t mean he’d succeed in protecting me.
“Hey.” He pushed the second flipper onto my foot and wrapped both of his hands around one of my ankles. “I won’t let go of you out there, and we’ll be fine. I promise. What are you most afraid of right now?”
I had more fears than the beaches had shells. Like I usually did when things became too stressful, I took a moment to categorize them in order of priority. “Death, pain, shark bite, drowning—”