Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  She went for his belt next, pulling out the tongue and releasing the pin. He let her do it, though undoubtedly he could have managed it faster. She slowed a little to revel in the moment as she worked the button of his slacks loose and drew down the zipper. His breathing deepened and accelerated as she pushed them off his hips and they slithered to the floor. He stepped out and kicked them aside, muscles taut with anticipation. She made him wait a moment, running her hands over his hips and buttocks and down to his strong thighs, every contour and texture sending shivers of pleasure into her palms and fingertips. Finally, when he was panting hard in her ear, she laid a hand firmly and possessively on his erect penis.

  He gasped and groaned, thrusting his hips forward. She ran her hand up and down, savoring the rigid length of him under the soft knit fabric of his boxer briefs. She pulled back a little to give him an appreciative glance. He looked every bit as good as he felt.

  She stroked him some more as he fumbled with the waistband of her shorts. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to be just hands and mouths tonight,” she told him, brushing aside a wisp of disappointment. “I’ve been off the Pill since I was deported, and I know neither of us want to risk me getting pregnant.” Her shorts dropped to her feet and she stepped out. She flashed him a rueful smile. “Maybe tomorrow we can find some condoms. They must sell them somewhere on the ship. Although I expect they’re ridiculously expensive.”

  “They are,” he said, his voice hoarse. He ran a hand down her side, over her hip, and along her thigh. Then he pulled reluctantly away and went to open a cabinet. He brought out a plastic bag bearing the Festival logo and rummaged inside. “I am so very okay with hands and mouths if that’s what you want. But I went shopping, so we’ve got these if we decide to use them.”

  Juanita blinked at the box he held out. “When…?”

  He deposited the condoms on the nightstand. “This afternoon, after I got back to the ship.” He switched on the bedside lamp, then detoured by the door to extinguish the overhead light.

  “But—”

  He shrugged with a sheepish look as he returned. “I know. I didn’t have much hope I’d get to use them, but a guy can dream, right?” He stroked her cheek and dropped his forehead to rest against hers. His eyes shone golden brown in the soft lamplight. “Although honestly, Juanita, what were the odds that we’d manage keep our hands off each other for two more whole days?”

  “Pretty slim.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad neither of us held out very long.”

  “So am I.” He kissed her, gently at first, then harder, and reached for the back of her bra. She sighed and flexed her shoulders when the hooks came loose. He slid the straps down her arms and dropped it on the floor, his eyes riveted to her breasts. His expression, dazzled and hungry, as if her body was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, sent warm waves of delight shivering through her. She watched his head descend and his mouth open, but when it closed over her nipple the rush of pleasure was so overpowering she had to squeeze her eyes shut and clamp her jaw to muffle the cry that would have rung through the thin walls. The strangled whimper that escaped might still be loud enough to disturb their neighbors, but she didn’t much care.

  His tongue lavished attention on first one nipple, then the other, going back and forth until she was so mad with need she grabbed his hair and dragged his mouth back up to hers. She shoved her panties down and kicked them off, gasping as his hands cupped her buttocks with nothing between. She clung to him and pressed her body hard against his, grinding her hips into his still-trapped penis as she fumbled to free it.

  Pulling the waistband of his underwear out to clear his straining shaft, she slid down his body, taking the fabric with her. She settled onto her knees and laid her cheek against his penis, relishing the softness of his skin and the hardness within, breathing his rich masculine scent. She ran her tongue up his length, caressed his head, and took him into her mouth. He gasped and jerked and tangled his fingers in her hair. She slid out and in, loving the way he filled her, loving the smooth slick slide of him on her tongue and lips.

  Before she was ready to stop he pulled away with a deep groan and urged her to her feet. “This is going to be over much too soon if you keep that up.”

  She laughed, delighting in her power over him and her ability to give him the same joy his touch gave her. “Then I guess it must be your turn.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” He drew her to the bed and pulled the covers down. She climbed in and lay back, heart thudding with anticipation.

  Ryan sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked her cheek and neck and breasts, his eyes drinking her in. She loved how she didn’t feel shy at all as his gazed traveled over her. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to enjoy looking at her as much as she enjoyed looking at him. When his hand moved over her belly and onto her drawn-up thigh, she yielded to his light pressure and let her legs fall open.

  He took his time, running his fingertips over her labia, gently spreading her folds, studying her with intent desire. Juanita closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling every delicate touch. Finally he moved up onto the bed and settled between her legs. His breath played teasingly over her. At last, warm and wet and firm, his tongue lapped up her and found the spot that sent a jolt of lightning shooting through her body.

  Juanita cried out, no longer caring who heard. Ryan’s tongue massaged her, the pressure perfectly balanced between too light and too hard. Wave after wave washed over her. Her muscles tensed and strained. He brought her close, then backed off, leaving her whimpering with both frustrated desire and heightened need. Again he teased her, the pleasure of it growing so great she almost didn’t care when he eased back again. She would be perfectly happy to lie here and let him toy with her forever.

  He quickened his pace and firmed his touch. Juanita moaned. The wave gathered and mounted toward its crest. Just when she thought nothing could ever feel more amazing, his fingers slipped inside her and rubbed with firm pressure in just the perfect place. The wave towered incredibly high, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. It broke over her in a crashing, convulsing maelstrom of pleasure.

  Ryan’s mouth moved to hers, muffling her scream. Juanita clung to him, panting, nearly sobbing. His solid weight covered her with deep, warm pressure. The wave receded, but ripples kept washing over her for long, lovely minutes. Ryan held her, not moving, while she savored them.

  When she finally recovered enough to speak, she stroked his hair. “My god. That was incredible.”

  “You’re welcome.” He grinned at her, pleased and a little smug. Juanita couldn’t even be annoyed. He’d earned it.

  Energy surged through her. She pushed him off her and rolled him onto his back. He yielded willingly, only giving her an inquiring glance. “What do you want now?”

  “You’ll see.” Juanita grabbed the box from the nightstand, tore it open, and extracted a condom, blessing the experience that had taught her how to make this fun and sexy instead of just a necessary chore. She pulled it out of its wrapper and tucked it into her hand as she returned her attention to Ryan.

  She started at his mouth, but didn’t stay there long. She kissed and licked and sucked her way down his throat and chest and belly, lingering anywhere that drew a reaction. Ryan closed his eyes and drank in her touch, moaning and arching and stroking her back or shoulder or hair or anywhere he could reach. Juanita took her time enjoying the tight buds of his nipples under her tongue and the way he tensed and jerked when she caressed them. She nuzzled his taut abs and the springy hair around his navel. Finally, after approaching and withdrawing a few times to build his anticipation, she teased the tip of his penis with her tongue and slid it into her mouth. His hips bucked and his pulse beat against her lips. She gave him a several good strokes in and out, then pulled away. Taking him in one hand, she positioned the condom with the other and rolled it slowly, deliberately down. Once he was fully encased, she gave him a long squeeze and a linge
ring caress. Then she rose onto her knees and swung one leg across to straddle him.

  He opened his eyes and their gazed locked. Juanita took a deep breath and lowered herself, guiding him into place with her hand. He slid into her, smooth and hard and deep. She swallowed and closed her eyes, reveling in the wonder of him inside her, filling her, joined with her in the most intimate possible way.

  She leaned forward to kiss him, drawing herself up his length and sliding back down. His hips flexed, matching her rhythm, as his tongue drove into her mouth. Pleasure built in her again as he moved in and out. She tilted her hips so he hit the places that aroused her most, each thrust sending bursts of excitement through her body.

  After a long, glorious time, Ryan pushed gently on her shoulder. She yielded, wrapping her legs around his waist so they stayed joined as he rolled them over. She twined them around his thighs as he drove into her. New sensations flooded her, sending her wave climbing. Faster and harder he moved, shaking her body and the bed. He bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The rush of pleasure tipped her over the edge, and another orgasm burst through her, heightened by the hard strokes of his penis. Just as her wave was ebbing, he cried out and stiffened. She clung to him with arms and legs as he jerked and trembled. Finally he collapsed, dropping his head onto her shoulder and breathing in great ragged gasps.

  Juanita stroked his hair. She loved the way his weight pressed her into the mattress. She loved the way he felt inside her, starting to soften but for now still firm. She loved his hot breath on her chest and the way his orgasm had left him limp and drained. She loved everything about this moment. The man in her arms most of all.

  Eventually he reached down and held the condom in place as he slid out. Giving her a lingering kiss, he rolled from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Juanita lay and breathed and savored the memory of him in her body. She’d always enjoyed sex, but this was different. Making love to Ryan felt… almost sacred, somehow. Although that was surely a blasphemous thought.

  “Want me to bring you a washcloth?” He poked his head out of the bathroom door.

  “No, that’s all right. I’ll get up. Thanks, though.” Juanita climbed from the bed and padded the few steps across the room, pausing to exchange a hug and kiss with Ryan as they passed. It only took a few minutes to clean up, and then she was sliding under the covers next to him, his arms wrapping her and drawing her close. She nestled against his side, warm and happy and drowsy.

  He nuzzled her hair and stroked her back. “What do you want to do now?”

  She hesitated. A yawn caught her, and she had to wait for it to pass to answer. By the time she could speak, she knew what to say. “I want to sleep, and then I want to do that again. As many times as humanly possible in the next two days.”

  His fingers teased her cheek and ear. “Sounds like a plan.”

  She nodded against his chest. “Although I suppose there are a few other things I want to do as well. I’d hate to miss supper in the dining room with Nancy and Dave. And the show tomorrow is going to be rock piano music, Billy Joel and Elton John and Jerry Lee Lewis. I want to play on the water slides some more and hang out in the hot tub. And you wanted me to try karaoke.”

  He chuckled, the deep sound reverberating in his chest. “We’ll spend tomorrow and Friday having fun together. Whatever form that may take.”

  Juanita didn’t want to say the rest, but she couldn’t help it. “And Saturday we’ll be back in Galveston. What do we do then?”

  His arms tightened around her. “We don’t have to decide anything now. By that time we’ll both know better what we want. Why don’t we wait and talk about it Saturday morning over breakfast?”

  “Deal.” The tenseness in Juanita’s stomach released. She already knew what she wanted, and she was pretty sure Ryan wanted the same thing. She just wasn’t sure it would be good for either of them.

  Whatever. She wasn’t going to worry about it. She would enjoy the next two days with Ryan to the fullest. And the next two nights. By the end of that time, she’d know what she had to do. And she’d do it, with no regrets.

  CHAPTER 15

  Ryan woke with Juanita’s hair in his face, breathing the citrusy smell of her shampoo or whatever product she used, mixed with her own womanly scent. Even though the strands tickled his nose and stuck to his lips, he hated to brush them away. When he opened his eyes, the tousled waves glowed bronze in the sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  Juanita rolled over to face him, and he had to revise his opinion. Her soft, sleepy face, with heavy-lidded eyes and pillowcase creases imprinted on one cheek, was more beautiful yet. So was the graceful sweep of her hand when it rose to rub her eyes and brush stray locks back from her temples. So was her body, when she yawned and stretched and the sheet slid off one breast. Ryan could very happily lay here and look at her all day.

  She wasn’t going to let him, though. With a grin and a quick kiss, she bounced out of bed and headed for the bathroom, giving him a lovely view of her hips and buttocks swaying as she walked. He kept his eyes locked on her until she vanished through the door, then rolled onto his back, linked his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.

  He no longer had any doubts. He wanted Juanita in his life. He didn’t care if it was too soon to call what he felt for her love. If it wasn’t yet, it was well on its way. He was going to do whatever it took to made sure the two of them could be together for the rest of their lives.

  He’d have to go about it carefully, though. He knew Juanita felt the same way, but she was afraid. He was going to have to ignore every preconceived notion he had about what women wanted. If he tried to win her over with talk of love and commitment, no matter how sincere, he’d scare her away again.

  It didn’t matter what most women would respond to. Juanita wasn’t most women. She was Juanita. Ryan needed to accept her for herself and tell her how he felt in the way that would make sense to her. He needed to listen to what she told him about her hopes and fears and desires.

  She’d made it clear that right now she needed to consider this a no-strings-attached affair. Two days and nights of sex and play and companionship. He could give her that gladly. Hopefully by Saturday she’d come to trust him enough to think about moving on to the next step.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, eyeing him with hungry speculation, he laughed and held up a hand as he scrambled to his feet. “At least let me get rid of the morning breath first.”

  “As long as you’re quick about it.” She grinned and ran a hand over his shoulders and down his back, quirking her eyebrows when she saw how ready he was.

  He didn’t need her urging to make him hurry. In only a few minutes he emerged to find her stretched on her side on the bed, covers shoved all the way down so they didn’t obscure a single inch of her beautiful body, eyes closed so she could pretend she hadn’t arranged herself for his benefit. He took the offered opportunity and stopped to give her a long, thorough look.

  One arm was tucked under her pillow, the other flung in a graceful curve across the mattress. Her hair trailed over her breasts, making a filmy veil through which her pert nipples were clearly visible. Her top leg was drawn forward, knee bent, making one smooth line from the dip of her waist over her round hip and along the length of her thigh. Its angle demurely concealed the area between her thighs. As if he hadn’t looked and touched and begun what he devoutly hoped would be a long and intimate acquaintance with that part of her body last night. Her coyness was having just the effect he suspected she’d intended, though. He wanted to uncover her secrets, unwrap her like a present, delve beneath her lovely surface to her even more lovely depths.

  His gaze returned to her face, to find her giving him an equally long, detailed look. He was already so erect he ached, but seeing her studying his penis, her mouth curved into a pleased, anticipatory smile, sent a fresh jolt of desire surging through him. When the tip of her tongue emerged and r
an over her lips, leaving them glistening, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He strode to the bed and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her onto her back and pinning her to the mattress as he climbed up and knelt over her. “You have something I want,” he growled.

  “Come and take it, then,” she said, half inviting, half taunting. She pressed her legs tight together and crossed her arms over her breasts.

  “I will.” Ryan maintained the pressure on her shoulders as he lowered his mouth to hers. She kept her lips closed as he ran his tongue along their seam. He licked and teased for a moment, then pushed harder. She resisted, her breath accelerating. He thrust between their tight, wet pressure. She moaned and sucked him deeper, her tongue wrapping around his and massaging it, sending surges of need pulsing through his body.

  When she finally let him withdraw, he was panting. He was certain she was enjoying this game as much as he was, but just to be sure, he set his hands on her wrists and paused. “Open your arms so I can see your breasts and kiss them.”

  “Make me,” she dared, lifting her chin and tensing the muscles in her arms.

  “If you insist.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and applied gentle pressure. As he’d expected, she fought, struggling to keep her arms together as he pulled them apart. She panted and writhed as inch by inch he forced them out and down, until his hands pinned both her wrists to the bed.

  He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he lowered his head toward her breasts. “What should I do now?”

  Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breaths. She flashed him a quick smile, then scowled with exaggerated disdain. “Take what you won.”

  He nodded without breaking their gaze and descended the rest of the way, licking first one nipple, then the other. She watched, transfixed, as he went back and forth, each time a little harder and a little longer. Eventually he sucked each nipple deep into his mouth and stroked it hard with his tongue while she moaned and twisted under him.