Doubt began to creep in. She couldn’t believe she was back on his boat, so why should he look for her here? After our last encounter this probably is the last place he would look for me even with the pictures. Pacing back and forth the doubt overwhelmed her. Maybe I didn’t show enough of the deck; I could be anywhere. Why look here? Damn, KJ was right. I didn’t plan this very well.
Earlier that night she had been so damn confident when she’d asked, begged, KJ to leave her there. He’ll come, or call, or something. I’ll be okay.
Deciding this wasn’t doing anything but getting her agitated, she headed below deck. Once there her stomach growled in neglect and she began to search for something, anything, to eat. The boat, which had been well stocked only a few weeks ago for their little excursion, suddenly was bare of anything resembling food. More proof they hadn’t accidently drifted off to sea. Jill hadn’t needed to see that proof, but seeing is believing.
With no food she looked for something else to occupy her long lonely night. How does he travel the seas alone all the time? All this quiet is driving me crazy. No television or anyone to talk to. Boring. No wonder he tried to hold me captive—he had needed the distraction. She could use his sweet touch right now. Though she had pretended to resist his advances, her body had responded, and he’d pursued her until he’d made her cry out for more. Though she wasn’t a very experienced lover, she’d enjoyed exploring new ways she could drive him equally crazy, making him growl as she licked and sucked his body. Hmm. Those thoughts were creating a new type of hunger, and that wasn’t helping her mood. The last thing she needed to do was add sexual frustration to her loneliness right now.
Going into the cabin she lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Maybe sleep would help pass the time. After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, she turned on the light by the bed and searched for something to read. Then she remembered when an earlier search had turned up nothing, not even a dirty magazine. What guy doesn’t have at least one of those? She remembered the one thing in the cabin’s nightstand. Rolling over, she opened the drawer and pulled the journal out. Her fingers traced over the clasp, which held it closed. I really shouldn’t. This wasn’t why she had come; she didn’t want to snoop. Her intention was for him to come to her. To want to be with me. He would’ve been relaxed in his space, they’d talk, and he would open up to her with things he had never been able to share with another person. That’s not happening. Since he wasn’t going to give in willingly, did she have the right to open it? It’s possible it held all the answers she was looking for, or at least a few, but once she began to read it there would be no turning back. Was she ready for what might be written there? Jill knew what she hoped it contained, a hint of his true feelings for her; however what a man would actually write was beyond her. What if the words that came out of his mouth were what he actually felt?
Jill was treading on dangerous ground. Someone’s personal thoughts were just that—personal. She might not keep a diary, but there were many things she thought over the years that would make her want to crawl under a rock and hide if they ever got out. Like how his eyes held hers as he took her and how he made her cry out in pleasure again and again. Sorry, I can’t even share that with my best friends. Lying back on the cool sheets, she closed her eyes. I wonder what he’s written about me? If it was anything like she would have written, it was going to be steamy. Definitely not for public reading. She laughed softly.
Pulling herself to sit upright, she hoped it would help clear her head. Still holding the journal, she debated what to do and the consequences if she read it. No one would support that decision, not even herself. Just put it back, Jill.
Still indecisive, she reluctantly slipped the journal into her bag at the foot of the bed. If Ross didn’t show up, maybe she would read it. If he did come then she could return it tomorrow back in its place; there would be no reason for Ross or anyone to ever know. My own dirty little secret.
Half the night had passed and still she couldn’t sleep. She was restless and filled with need that would not go away. Why didn’t I go with my gut? The pictures were meant to show him she was thinking of him, show her growing desire for him. She wasn’t sure what his reaction was to the last one, but it stirred something inside her that made her want to continue, do more, go further. This behavior was so unlike her, but yet she couldn’t stop. The thought of him looking at her pictures and getting hard excited her. Maybe this is me, and I never knew it. She never considered herself to be an overly confident woman, but when he reacted when she touched him, sucked him—she felt empowered. Just thinking of him caused the tingle between her thighs that ached to be satisfied. Are you hurting as much as me, Ross? Pulling off her bikini, she now sat on his bed utterly naked.
Her body was hot and ready for him, yet she was alone. Let me show you what you do to me. Lying naked across the bed on her stomach she held her cell phone out as far as she could and snapped the picture. Viewing it made her think back to how he kissed down her spine to her ankles and back again. A shiver of excitement ran through her. It was a good start, but she wanted more, needed more. I need more than just your kisses.
Think sexy, Jill. Then she remembered the one thing she had found in the refrigerator. Hopping off the bed she retrieved the bottle in the kitchenette and returned. She settled herself in the center of the bed, legs crossed in the lotus position, and laid the bottle of champagne against her inner thigh. Instinctively she jumped as the cold bottle touched her warm delicate folds. It was painfully cold, yet it sparked the heat spreading within her. Her nipples became taut and every nerve in her body sprang to life. She fought the urge to remove the bottle and use her fingers to release the ever-growing need. I’m saving it for you, Ross. She felt another twitch between her legs. She never knew desire could be so deep that it hurt. Picking up her cell phone again, she tipped her head slightly to one side, giving him access to kiss her neck. She arched her back, raising her breasts for his mouth to claim, and placed a hand on the bottle’s neck as though she was stroking him. Licking her lips hungrily, she snapped the picture. She wished she could see his face when he received this one. Would he see what she saw? Would he remember her moan as his nipped her breast or his soft growl as he entered her for the first time? Sweet torture. Taking a deep breath she typed one word, waiting, then she closed her eyes and hit send message. You better hurry the hell up and get here, this is killing me.
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Her little game of chase became more interesting with each new picture. What he thought he hated, now appealed to him. Does she know what she is doing to me? He must have looked at her last picture a half dozen times on the flight. God I can’t wait to feel her, taste her sweetness again. His need for her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Everything about her—her voice, her laughter, the pout on her sweet lips when she was angry, and even her scent—haunted his thoughts, day and night. She was able to stir something within him he had never known. It was more than just a sexual need. But damn, the sex is amazing too. His cock had been aching for her touch for days. The wait was almost over. One definitely worth waiting for.
It was almost two a.m. when he finally boarded the boat. It was no surprise she wasn’t on the deck anxiously awaiting his arrival. I know how I’ll wake her. Ross had been mid-flight to California when he received the last picture of her standing on the deck in only her bikini bottoms, holding her naked breasts. Damn. She’s hot. He thought he would burst out of his jeans right then. Time to play her game. Resisting the urge to call her, he decided to just show up and help her remove those sexy bikini bottoms. Game on.
Once below deck he noticed the light shining through the slats of the bottom of the bedroom door to his cabin. Is she still awake? Can’t be. His hand was about to turn the doorknob when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Ah shit. He was so close and had only one thing in mind,—having Jill in his arms again. Reluctantly he pulled the phone out of his pocket. Whatever the issu
e was he wanted to resolve it quickly and be done with it. Once he entered that bedroom he wasn’t going to let anything distract them. The message nearly knocked him on his knees. Is she trying to kill me? The bulge in his pants was now uncomfortable. A smile from ear to ear. Definitely a sweet way to go.
Jill was still sitting holding her phone when he opened the door and entered the cabin. She looked shocked as she grabbed the bottle of champagne, giving him full view of her most private parts. His cock throbbed to be released from the confines of clothes. Tossing his phone on the bed, he noticed it still displayed her erotic picture. Never deleting that.
In a husky voice he said, “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” He kicked the door shut. “I feel a bit overdressed for this party.” Quickly he pulled off his clothes before she could utter a protest.
Ross heard her whimper as the last bit of clothing hit the floor. He saw her flush with desire. Take it easy buddy; make it last. That was going to be easier said than done; her eyes, filled with desire, were roaming over his naked body, practically begging him to take her now. His cock stood hard and firm, demanding attention. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her up against him, her softness slammed by his hardness. Damn I’ve missed her. He wanted to be gentle, but something inside him wouldn’t allow it. His hands ran wildly over her back and finally gripped her firm round ass, pulling her even closer to him. Her skin was so smooth and silky. Perfection. He could feel her nipples against his chest, crying for attention.
“I missed you,” Jill said breathlessly.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her higher so his mouth had full access to her bare breasts. “I’ll make up for the lost time.” Taking one nipple in his mouth, he savored it, flicked it with his tongue, then pulled at it gently with his teeth. She arched her back, offering the other, which he gladly provided equal attention. Ross could feel her body warming against his. She was so responsive to his every touch that it enhanced his own desire. I’ll never have enough of you.
His lips trailed up Jill’s throat, kissing, caressing, and nipping gently until they once again claimed hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth. “You’re so beautiful; I can barely control myself.” Her moan escaped into his mouth, making him explore even deeper, his body pulsing in need.
Suddenly she pushed him away, and he stepped back, puzzled by her action. Had he hurt her? Done something she didn’t like? Doubt it. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes were roaming over him hungrily. Then Jill moved from kneeling in front of him to sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached for his cock. Taking it into her hand she began to stroke it slowly, up and down, never breaking eye contact with him. She leaned back and gently urged him closer to her until she lay on her back, and he straddled her chest with his cock only inches from her mouth. He wanted to pull away, tell her to stop, that his need was too great and he might not be able to hold back, but he said nothing as she kissed one inner thigh then the other. Then bit softly. You’re killing me. His cock throbbed with need. He wanted to take her but wasn’t going to rush this. Tonight she was in control, she would have her way with him, while he enjoyed, savored and loved it.
Her tongue darted out and licked his balls, then took them into her mouth and gently sucked them while she stroked his cock. “Baby that feels so damn good.”
“How about this?” Her tongue licked him, teased him, and then finally took his entire cock into her mouth.
It took everything in him not to explode right then. His body tensed, and he grabbed her head, holding it still while he regained his control. “Almost too much,” he said. After a moment he released her, and she continued sucking his cock, her tongue stroking him from the base to the tip. Her lips wrapped tightly around him. As his body began to tense again, he pulled away before all control was lost.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a foil packet and sheathed himself while still straddling her. Then he lifted himself to stand at the foot of the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He knew she was more than ready for him, but he wasn’t ready for this to end. His need raged out of control.
He opened her wide, and stroked her. She was so wet already. Her hips arched to meet his hand. He fondled her clit. Holding his throbbing cock, he thrust against her, letting her hot juices flow onto him. Seeing her so turned on, he couldn’t help but tease her more. Focusing on her clit he rubbed faster, bringing her to the edge.
“Please,” she begged him.
He used his other hand to pinch her nipples. In one fluid motion he thrust his hard cock deep within her. Instantly her body convulsed and tightened around him, releasing her pleasure. He didn’t move and held her there, enjoying the feel of her orgasm.
When her body began to relax he cupped her ass, bringing her hips off the bed and resting her legs against his chest so he could push even deeper. Holding her thighs, he thrust deeper, harder, flesh smacking flesh.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop,” she cried out, her hands gripping fistfuls of sheets, her head rolling from side to side. He increased the rhythm, and her hips met him thrust for thrust. The muscles in his legs shook as he drove into her. He was lost in the feel of her. His. He needed to make her his. No one would ever have her but him.
“Jill, you feel so good, I can’t—” His body ached for release.
“Yes, give it to me, come with me.” Her voice was husky.
Harder and harder, he pumped into her, until he felt her shudder around him. Her muscles gripped his cock in strong spasms. A purr of pleasure became a cry as her body gave in. Rocking with a force he’d never experienced before, he growled and arched his back, gripping her thighs tightly and plunging so deep he was afraid he’d hurt her. But he couldn’t stop. It was as though he’d lost all sanity. Nothing else mattered at this moment. Buried deep within her, his release came.
Slowly his thrusts began to lessen. His hips moved in gentle strokes until eventually he stopped, and he collapsed on top of her. Both were breathing heavily. “Jill, you’re amazing.”
She snuggled close to him. “I never knew it could be like this.”
He pulled himself off her a bit more and raised himself on an elbow so he could see her face. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. You had me so crazy I lost control.”
She smiled at him, “It was the sweetest pain one could ask for.” And she pulled him down to meet her kiss.
Oh God, I want her again. His body automatically responded to hers. “If you keep this up, you’re never going to get any sleep.”
Jill whispered, “Sleep is overrated.” She kissed him again, encouraging him for round two.
She didn’t have to ask twice.
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It was as close to being perfect as she could hope for. Hours of making sweet love to a man she could picture spending the rest of her life with. Waking up in his arms to start every day.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, giving her a light kiss on the forehead. “If we are planning on leaving the dock, we need to get supplies. You best be getting up or you will be drinking beer and eating pizza for days.”
Though she didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms, her stomach was gurgling, and by the sounds of it, she wasn’t about to let him handle the shopping. “Point taken. But can we talk for a while?” she asked. Last night had been amazing, yet that didn’t address the topic of commitment.
Ross asked, “Jill, is that why we came all this way? So we could talk?”
Among other things. But yes, talk too. “I know we could have done this in New York, but the boat held a special time for us, and I thought it might be nice to explore it a bit more.”
He arched a brow and shook his head in disbelief. “I thought you said you wanted to forget about what happened.”
Why can he only remember what he wants to? Because it was an effective way of keeping them apart. It wasn’t going to work on her this time. Jill had no intention of falling into that trap ag
ain. If he tried to push her buttons, she was going to ignore them. At least until she got the answers she was searching for. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t pay for those little sarcastic comments later.
“Thank you for coming.”
“You could have asked me to bring you here. I would have been happy to do it anytime. You didn’t need to go through all this.”
That would have taken all the fun out of the chase. “I know, but that would have removed the element of surprise. Are you saying you didn’t enjoy the pictures?”
“Some more than others.”
He was going to make this difficult. “What I was going for was a place where you and I could talk without being interrupted. I want to talk about us.” That should be crystal clear.
“I thought we had discussed that before. Was there something specific about our arrangement you wanted to talk about?” Ross asked softly.
“Yes. It’s not working for me,” she stated firmly.
Ross was quiet, looking at her as though he didn’t believe what she was telling him.
“I’m serious, Ross. This loveless love affair is not something I can do. And I don’t believe it is what you really want either,” Jill stated.
“And what is it you think I want?” He stroked her bare thigh with his left hand.
Don’t try to distract me. I am a woman on a mission, damn it. “You want a serious committed relationship.”
“I am serious. I want you,” he said, his hand going higher.
Brushing his hand away she said, “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
“I know.” His tone was so serious.
“Ross, I want you to express your feelings for me.” She met his gaze, unwilling to break away. She needed to know, deserved to know.
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