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Wild Nights

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by Tina Wainscott


  She could hardly breathe at the prospect. “Your mouth,” she said and kissed him again.

  “That will be my pleasure.” He laced his fingers with hers and guided her so that she was lying on the long seat. He kissed down her neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone, drawing it to the valley between her breasts. His fingers deftly untied the knot at her neck, and within seconds her top was lying in the well of the Sea-Doo. He covered one nipple with his hot mouth, laving it with his tongue. She arched into the pleasure of it, her fingers curling into his hair.

  He took his time, loving on one breast, then moving to the other. His hands were still gripping hers, holding them down by the sides of the seat. He squeezed as though he couldn’t bear to let her go.

  He moved down her belly, nipping gently at her skin. She giggled, bucking her hips. His laugh was hot and moist against her skin. Just the way it would feel lower down. She tingled at the mere thought.

  He released her hands and scraped his own down her waist to the ties at her hips. The ones he’d wanted to push down earlier, when there were people all around. But they were alone now. Blissfully, sinfully alone.

  He hooked his fingers over the bows and tugged the bottoms down. She lifted her hips to ease the process. Okay, to hurry it up. She wanted his mouth on her now. That good Catholic girl? Nowhere in sight or mind. When had she ever ached for a man like this? Never. No one had ever made her feel the way Sax did.

  He eased her bottoms down her legs and over her feet, and they joined her top. She was naked now, completely exposed in the bright sun. And while that was unnerving, too, it also exhilarated that wild part of her.

  He spread her legs and braced her feet on the edges of the watercraft. Even more exposed. His fingers skimmed across her inner thighs, followed by his lips. He kissed a path to her center that left a trail of fire across her skin. His mouth pressed a gentle kiss on her, then another, as his hands massaged her thighs.

  She was already so aroused, wanted him so much. She gripped his hair, trying to keep herself from flying away. Then his tongue started to work its magic. It dipped, licked, and flicked, slowly and surely. She inhaled, bombarded by the sensations. Ah, he knew his way around a woman, all right. He took his time, making exquisite love to her with his mouth, pushing her to the edge before moving away to nibble her inner thighs before closing in again. Slowly. So achingly slowly that she wanted to scream out his name, to beg him to go there already.

  But it all felt good, and she rode the slow rise of ecstasy. No hurry. This was so ridiculously sweet that she sank into it. Her hips were involuntarily thrusting up and down, riding away on the tide. Just when she was about to tip over, to explode, he dipped his tongue inside her vagina. Ohmigod, that made her want him inside her so bad.

  “Please…” she managed, but the rest of her plea got stuck in her tight throat.

  He toyed with her clit, flicking it, sucking on it gently. She raised her hips, her muscles so tight she thought they might break into pieces. When he focused on that one ultra-responsive part, she did splinter. Sounds she’d never heard herself make came from her mouth, gasps mixed with groans that she swore echoed off the rocks.

  And he kept licking, sucking, and she made even crazier sounds because her body literally couldn’t take it. She was so sensitive, so wired, yet he kept moving his tongue in that leisurely way.

  “Sax…”

  “Yes, darlin’,” he said, all of that lush Southern wrapping around the words.

  She felt like his darling, like she mattered to him. And that had nothing to do with the maddening thing he was doing to her. Then she choked on another plea for him to stop before she went crazy and split apart again. Waves of orgasm washed through her, pulsing like the aftershocks of an explosion.

  She sat up, gasping as she caught her breath. The aftershocks still throbbed through her.

  “I can give you another one,” he said. “Two, three, whatever you’d like.”

  “No, I’m…good.” She could barely think.

  When he sat down in front of her, she let herself drink him in. Against the backdrop of the water and island, with his tousled hair, thanks to her fingers, he was a fantasy. Her fantasy for the next two days. A man she could completely let go with.

  She ran her hands over his broad shoulders. “What does Saxby Cole like?”

  “This is about you, darlin’. Not me.”

  “It’s about us,” she countered. And it was. The two of them, touching, kissing, discovering each other. “I want to explore you, to touch you, Sax. I like touching you.” She remembered how he felt beneath her fingers, sliding up and down his slick shaft.

  He made a delicious growling sound. “Anything you want.”

  She pushed him back until he was prone and worked her way over the contours of his body. He was utterly gorgeous, male perfection, and he was hers to do whatever she wanted. He was like a brand-new romance novel, full of hope and anticipation of the bliss to come. “Let’s see what I like when it comes to touching a man.” Her hands brushed over his pecs and the contours of his stomach. “I like this.”

  “Mm,” he said, his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth turned up.

  She kissed a trail from his stomach to one nipple, then the other, circling each with her tongue. “I like this, too.”

  “Mm, mm.”

  Her collarbone brushed his erection when she moved lower on his stomach. “And this.” She flicked his belly button with her tongue, tasting the salty ocean on him. “But there’s more I want to explore.” She folded down the waistband of his trunks a couple of inches, revealing the tip of his penis. She kissed his stomach where the velvety head lay against his skin. “And more that I want to see.” She wrapped her fingers over the waistband.

  “Anything you want, darlin’.” His voice sounded strained, the way hers had just minutes earlier.

  She pulled his trunks down to his hips. He was beautiful, golden there, too, straight, hard, thick. His hair was trimmed neat, as golden as those faint hairs on his body. She lowered her head and kissed down the length of him, then took him fully in. She had never wanted to pleasure a man as much as she wanted to please Sax. Now it was his fingers in her hair, gripping as he sought to maintain control. She smiled at the power she had over this sexy man.

  He let out beautiful sounds of pleasure, groans, soft pants, and then he whispered, “I’m going to come, darlin’.”

  Lane had never given her warning. Sax was letting her know. She could back away or stick with it.

  When he bucked as he came, the watercraft tilted, she fell to the side, and they both tumbled into the water. She rose to the surface, and he burst up a moment later. He had a big grin on his face. “Dayum. Now that’s what I call falling for a woman.”

  Falling. She met his gaze, and his smile faltered as he realized what he’d said. “You’re an easy woman to fall for.” He shrugged. “As long as you don’t fall, too, we’ll be just fine.”

  The words thrummed through her. Fall, too. Had he fallen for her? Maybe it was an expression. Maybe Sax “fell” for women all the time.

  She needed to know, so she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and teasingly asked, “What if I did fall for you?”

  Though she was smiling, he wasn’t. In fact, he looked downright worried.

  “I’d back away for your own protection. I’d never want to hurt you. Didn’t I tell you on the plane that you weren’t a one-night-stand kind of gal? You’re a woman who needs, and deserves, a committed, loyal kind of guy.”

  And he didn’t think he was capable of being either.

  He reached for the edge of the Sea-Doo with one hand, then pulled them close to the bumper. As he was about to help her up, a sound trilled from his Sea-Doo.

  His head snapped to the side. “That’s my cell phone. Someone’s in my room.”

  Chapter 12

  “How do you know someone’s in your room?” Jennessy asked as Sax swam to his Sea-Doo.

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nbsp; “The box that contains my laptop has an alarm that transmits to my phone if it’s tilted or moved. Since I’ve left the DO NOT DISTURB sign on my door my entire stay, not even housekeeping should be messing with my stuff. Especially since I locked it in the safe.” He started the engine and took off like a shot.

  He glanced back at Jennessy periodically to see if she was keeping up. Or specifically not getting thrown off as they hit the waves. She was handling the craft admirably, even if it looked like she had a death grip on the handlebars.

  He could still taste her. Still hear the echo of her delicious moans when she came, the way her breath gasped out of her—screech! His thoughts came to a halt. He also heard himself admit in so many words that he’d fallen for her. That was as dumb as when you and Chad swam in the river when there was a gator nearby. Focus on what’s ahead: finding a common thief in my room or someone who’s on to me.

  He’d told Jennessy not to come with him. He didn’t want her dragged into a situation. The buoys and Sea-Doos made an obstacle course that Sax navigated quickly as he aimed for an empty section of beach. The “rules and regs” guy was already waving him back, but Sax glided onto the sand and killed the engine before he could reach him.

  “Hey! You’re not supposed to beach the machines!”

  Sax grabbed his phone from the storage compartment and darted across the sand toward the building that housed the guest rooms. “I have a situation.” And he had no gun, no weapon. As soon as he neared his room, he slowed and calmed his heartbeat. Not good to barge in out of breath.

  The door was closed, as were the curtains. All looked normal. He slid in his key card and shoved the door open. Standing there trying to jimmy open the box was—

  “Magnum?”

  Sax and Magnum both looked behind the door to where Jennessy stood as she’d uttered the man’s name. Sax swiveled his gaze back to the intruder as he said, “Jennessy, stay out of this.”

  But she was already stalking past him into the room, pointing her finger at Magnum, who was setting down the box. “I bet he’s here because of me. And I want to know why.”

  Magnum was staring at the closed door, clearly calculating his odds at escape. Not a chance, buddy. “It’s not because of you. You just sort of got involved. I’m trying to find out what this guy’s story is.” He edged closer to the door. “He’s up to something. As you’ll recall, I told you to stay away from him. But no, you’ve got even closer.”

  Magnum reached for the doorknob, and Sax closed his hand around the back of his neck, turned him, and shoved him face-first into the wall. “You aren’t leaving here until you tell me why you’re so interested in me. And how you got into my room.”

  Magnum tried to take a swing. Sax met his hand with his palm, the two coming together with a loud smack. Magnum grimaced as Sax crushed his hand. When his other hand started to strike, Sax kneed him in the gut. Magnum doubled over with a grunt, and Sax sent him to the floor with an elbow to his back. Magnum’s eyes widened as Sax came at him. He rolled to the side, but not fast enough. Sax pinned him while the guy tried to buck him off.

  “Where are your Special Forces moves?” Sax asked as he wrestled the son of a bitch.

  “Right here, sucker.” He pulled a gun and shoved it at Sax. “Get off me.” Jennessy gasped, and he leveled it between her and Sax. “Stay there.”

  How in the hell had the guy smuggled in a weapon? Sax got to his feet, assessing Magnum’s ability to use that gun. He had a solid hold on it, finger straight out near the trigger. Damn, why had Jennessy insisted on barging into this situation? But Magnum wasn’t holding the weapon with an intention of using it, other than for intimidation.

  “Open that box,” Magnum said, pointing the gun at the case that held his laptop.

  “Sure, sure, just don’t shoot us.” Sax gave Jennessy a look to let her know he had it under control. Then he walked over to it, his senses telling him that Magnum was hovering behind him. Sax picked it up and ran his finger over the combination.

  “I saw you sneaking into the employee’s area, going to Willie’s. What’s your deal, man?”

  Sax positioned his hands just so on the box. “My deal is that what I do is none of your business.” He gripped the edges and spun it around, knocking the gun out of Magnum’s hand. Then he continued the momentum, swinging the edge of the box at his head. Magnum flew to the side and hit the nightstand as Sax dove for where the gun had landed on the floor.

  All Sax had to do was hold the gun out and to the right of Magnum’s head to still him. “I meet your Special Forces claim and raise it by one Navy SEAL. Why don’t you start with why the hell you broke into my room? Progress to how you did it. Then go on to tell me why you’re stalking Jennessy and me.”

  The guy’s muscles were bunched up, but he sagged in defeat. “I’m licensed to sneak into people’s rooms. I’m a private investigator.”

  Jennessy stepped beside him. “You’re a PI? So that bounty hunter bit was a cover?”

  “I was a bounty hunter before I became licensed as a PI.”

  “And Magnum cannot be your real name,” she said.

  “It’s Malcolm,” he admitted.

  “What are you investigating?” Sax asked.

  “Can’t say, because I’m on a case.”

  “That involves me?” Sax and Jennessy asked at the same time.

  “Well, sort of.” Malcolm started to come to his feet, but Sax swiveled the gun at him.

  “What’s the case?” He stroked the barrel of the nine millimeter. “Fitted with a silencer. Nice. So in theory, I could shoot you, maybe chop you up into little pieces, and flush you down the toilet without anyone the wiser.” The guys on his team had chided him that he was too charming to be a good interrogator. But he could do a good imitation of Rath’s psycho look. “What. Is. Your. Case?”

  It must have worked, because Malcolm’s face went pale. “Date rape drugs.”

  That deflated Sax big time. They were working the same case. “Tell me more.”

  “There have been rumors of women getting drugged,” Malcolm went on. “But it’s worse than that. They’re being sold for sex after they’re given a drug.”

  “What drug?”

  “I don’t know. The woman I, er, bought for the night fled the room before I could test her. I haven’t seen her since.”

  Sax effected the look again. “You didn’t have sex with her, did you?”

  “No. No, of course not.” But his cheeks reddened.

  “You did something with her.”

  “No, I…” When his gun pressed against his cheek, he sputtered, “I might have let her, you know, go down on me. Just for a minute! She had this idea in her head about, well, giving me head. I couldn’t stop her. But I didn’t come, I swear!”

  Sax gritted his teeth. “I ought to shoot your nuts off. I bet I could nail those little targets even if I gave you a head start.”

  “Come on, you got Jennessy for the night, I know you did. You can’t tell me that you didn’t give in just a little—”

  “I didn’t. I didn’t even consider it. And you mean to tell me that a drugged woman was stronger than you? She overpowered you? You’re a disgusting excuse for a man. And an investigator. Who do you work for?”

  “Myself. I have my own agency.” He started to reach for his back pocket and stopped when the gun pointed at him. “I’ll show you my card.”

  “Nice and slow.”

  Malcolm slowly pulled out his wallet, then his business card. The Magnum Investigative Agency in Texas. Sax tossed it on the nightstand. He would deal with this asshat’s ethics later.

  “Who hired you?”

  “I can’t tell you that. I…” His eyes crossed as the gun came close again. “You can’t tell him I told you.”

  “I promise.”

  “Darius.”

  Sax mulled that over for a moment. Darius hired a PI to find out who was behind the druggings. Which meant that Darius obviously wasn’t. That explained how Malco
lm had gotten into Sax’s room. Darius probably supplied him with a master key card when Malcolm expressed his concern over Sax.

  “So he wants to know who’s possibly going to bring his ass down in some kind of date rape scandal again, right?” Sax asked. “Does he have any idea who it is?”

  “He thinks his brother, Oscar, may be doing it out of spite. All I know is that Willie is working the front end. I kept seeing you hanging around him, then going to his cottage. I thought maybe you were his supplier. Or his cohort. But I couldn’t figure out why Jennessy has been so…involved with you. I know you bought her for the night. How did you end up being together?”

  Sax flicked a glance to Jennessy, though his gaze was snagged there longer by the admiration in her eyes as she looked at him. He forced his gaze back to the schmuck. “I was curious about this whole ‘sure thing.’ When they delivered Jennessy to me, whom I’d met on the plane, I was…” Horrified. Incensed. Enraged. All too emotional words. “Concerned,” he said, underplaying it. He didn’t want Malcolm picking up just how “involved” he was.

  “You’re investigating, too,” Malcolm said, his breath tight.

  “As a concerned citizen.”

  “What did you find out?”

  “You broke into my room. You don’t get to ask the questions.” The guy had been tailing him for some time. Sax didn’t like it at all. Malcolm was going to fumble right into Sax’s way. He tilted the gun to the side. “How did you get this here?”

  “I shipped it to Darius ahead of time. I told him I didn’t like working unarmed.”

  Yeah, Sax knew the feeling. “I want you out of my room. Do not come back. Do not tail Jennessy or me anymore.”

  Malcolm scrambled up, slipping in his haste, and went to the door. His eyes were on the gun. “Can I have my gun back?”

  Sax wanted to keep it. Having a gun would be nice, especially since they were now dealing with drug dealers. But taking another man’s gun didn’t sit well either, so he released the magazine and handed it over along with the gun.

 
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