“That's one way to look at it, lovely,” O'Donovan said.
“I'm sure you have a more pessimistic worldview.”
“Nah. I just think that sometimes shit works out, and sometimes it doesn't. No rhyme or reason. You don't really have control over it, one way or the other.”
The crate chose that moment to start wobbling. “Oh!” Toni jumped up and grabbed her pole and tried to reel in the fish. The line darted back and forth, as her catch tried to get away. She jumped when O'Donovan's arms slid over hers as he helped her reel in the fish.
“The bastard doesn't want to be dinner,” he said, his voice was low and husky in her ear. Her back was against him, her body molding against his.. He was so close to her, his body was responding, most definitely. But he would be damned if he was going to let go of that pole, even if he would rather have his hands elsewhere. They worked together to pull in the fish, which swung over the railing of the boat and dropped onto the deck. The large flounder flopped around on the deck.
“Woo hoo!” Toni whooped. “Look at him!”
Well, I'll be damned.” O'Donovan stepped away from her and grabbed the slippery fish to unhook it. “The little girl in the white bikini bags a big one.” He dropped the fish in the cooler at the foot of his deck chair. “You keep surprising me.”
“I told you I can rock a pole,” Toni giggled, her chest heaving with excitement. “I'm sure you believe me now.” She swooped up his beer, and took a big swig. Sebastian leaned against the boat railing and watched her, suddenly horny as hell. He crooked his finger, beckoning her closer.
“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Cuz I said so, that's why,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her. He pulled her against him, sliding his hands up the smooth skin of her back. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and he smiled, loving that he was affecting her just as much as she was affecting him.
“What else don't I know about you?” he asked.
“We don't really know each other that well at all,” she said, eyes on his mouth. “Do we?”
“No. I guess we don't.” He wet his lips with his tongue.
“But I have a feeling we're going to get to know each other really well,” she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against his. He wasn't interested in a soft kiss though, and he went in hard, sliding his tongue between her lips. She responded immediately, her hands moving up the side of his face and holding him against her. His cock was hard between them and every move she made against him only turned him on more. But he refrained himself. He held back because it was all moving fast. If he didn't watch himself, Antoinette St. James was going to be keeping his balls in her fancy leather purse, and he couldn't let that happen.
Pulling away from her, he turned and sat back down on his chair. She followed him, perching her perfect ass on his knee.
“It's really beautiful out here,” she said, looking out at the water.
“I love being out here,” O'Donovan said, following her gaze to the ocean.
“Thanks for letting me come with you,” she said. “I needed it.” He smiled, and pulled her down into his lap, not able to resist.
“You needed a day away, or you needed my dick?” he asked.
“Um. Both,” she said, giggling. She settled against him with a sigh, and he let his arm drape over her thighs, holding her there. Toni snaked her hand out and ran her fingertips up his forearm, lightly, over all of his various burns and scars from over the years. He snuck a look at her, realizing she was the first person he had gone fishing with in a long time. He couldn't ignore how it just felt right. He had gotten used to being alone, he realized. He wasn't used to sharing time with someone, especially someone so damn charming and so damn pushy. She'd pushed her way into his life, and he'd let her. However, he wasn't going to let himself get caught up in her. No matter how much she tempted him, he wasn't going to jump off that cliff. Christ. He knew wholeheartedly that that would be the biggest mistake he could make.
Chapter 10
O'Donovan opened the door to the beach shack and flicked on the first lamp by the door. He stepped out of the way to let Toni in and took the grocery bag from her. They stopped at the grocery on the way, to get vegetables for a salad to have with her fish. He couldn't believe she had caught the only fish of the day. He didn't know if his male ego could take it, he thought with a smile. He headed for the kitchen and started unpacking the bag. There was something comfortable about bringing her back to his dad's shack, far from the city and any distraction. Toni stood in the middle of the tiny living room. It was very sparsely decorated. Wood-paneled. Perfect for any bachelor. One old plaid recliner pointed at a small TV in the corner. A rosewood dining table and chairs, picked up in a garage sale years ago, sat next to the kitchen. There was a full bed in the small bedroom, covered in ancient linen sheets and a quilt that used to belong to his grandparents. That was it. Sebastian popped a beer and held it out for her.
She took it, smiling. “Five gallons of white paint would do wonders in here,” she said, taking a small sip. “But it's cozy.”
“Cozy? Is that code for shitty?”
“No, it's code for small,” she said, with a giggle. She wandered to the wall, where a few O'Donovan family pictures hung. He turned back into the kitchen, turning on the water and waiting for it to run clear.
“Are you going to clean and fry up this fish, or what?” he tossed over his shoulder.
“I don't eat fried food, I don't cook, and you look pretty comfortable in that kitchen, Sergeant O'Donovan,” she said, as she stooped to look at an old photo on top of the TV. “Is this your dad?”
“Yup, that's him,” O'Donovan washed his hands with the bar soap by the sink.
“He looks like a less scowl-y version of you,” she said, taking another sip of her beer.
“What do you mean you don't cook?” he asked, annoyed because his dad always scowled, without fail. “You bake but you don't cook?”
“I only bake pies. And no, I don't cook.” She shrugged her shoulders, like it wasn't a big deal.
“Christ.” He shook his head, feeling like he'd been tricked. “You little tease.” He closed the space between them, tired of holding back. He wanted another go at her. His cock had been ready for it all day, and was already at attention. She giggled as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to his chest. She batted her eyes up at him innocently.
“I couldn't believe the peach pie defense worked,” she said. “My granny always said her pie recipe would drop a man to his knees, but I never quite believed her until now.”
“You want me on my knees?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a visual forming in his mind that made him completely forget about dinner. “You have your secrets,” he said, pulling her shirt up to reveal her midriff. She raised her arms above her head and he pulled it off and tossed it across the room. “But I know something you don't know.”
“What's that?” she said, untying the strings of her bikini top and letting it drop to their feet. He lifted his hands slowly, cupped her soft breasts, and she shivered into his touch.
“Your body is so...” he trailed off, circling her dark nipples with his thumbs, remembering how she looked riding his cock in the truck. He'd been more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. Her body was all dark smooth skin, taut muscles, and graceful movement. Her mouth was hot and responsive to his. And her hands. Her hands running through his hair sent sparks shooting down his spine. Her hands on her cock were like magic. The orgasm she'd given him had snuck up on him like a slow burn, then exploded in his brain. He was still feeling the aftershocks. God, he wanted her.
“My body is what?” she asked, lightly, her breath catching in her throat as he strummed her hard nipples.
“It's okay.” He shrugged nonchalantly, even as his erection felt like it was going to explode out of his jeans.
“Yours, too,” she said, lifting his shirt over his head. He tossed it against the plaid chair. Her warm fingertips traced
up his abs to his ribs. He was suddenly very fucking glad he spent so much time in the damn gym. “Totally average, but it'll do,” she said, unbuttoning his jeans and working them past his hips. He let them fall to the floor, and kicked them off. The look in her eyes as she took in his erection was priceless.
“Average, huh?” he said.
“Mmm-hmm.” she mumbled, licking her lips.
“Are we done playing around?” he asked her, and she nodded so eagerly that he laughed. Without warning, she hopped up against his chest, tightening her legs around his waist and hooking her ankles behind him. He tightened his arms around her, holding her up, his heart pounding like crazy. She attacked his mouth, kissing him hard and fast. How hot was Antoinette St. James? He should have known how passionate she would be, but the extent of it caught him totally by surprise. He heard himself moan, deep in his throat, as he ground his erection against her ass. She snaked her arms around his neck, rolling her hips against him.
Goddamn.
If he wasn't careful, he was going to come before he even got inside of her but he had every intention of finally getting a taste of her, so that just wouldn't do. He carried her to the dining room table, sweeping his hand across the surface, old mail and papers flying every which way. She giggled as he set her down on her ass, wriggling against him as he yanked her jeans down her thighs.
“Lay back,” he said, harsher than he intended. She didn't take offense, just dropped back onto her elbows, staring at him like he was a piece of meat she wanted to devour. He loved it when she looked at him like that, he realized. He freed her legs of the denim and took her in. She stretched out before him like a lamb to the slaughter. He ran his hands up her thighs, hooking his two index fingers on the strings of her bikini bottoms.
“Lift,” he said, and she lifted her ass so he could pull them down, inch by inch, finally baring her beautiful pussy to him. She bent her leg, hiding herself from him, and he pressed a kiss to her knee. She let out a little puff of air, and he opened her up wide, baring her nakedness to his gaze. “Don't hide from me,” he said, running his hand up her smooth inner thigh. “Ever.”
“What do you know that I don't?” she breathed. He hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her ass to the end of the table. She gasped, slapping her hands against his chest to catch her balance. His dick was aching for attention between them, but he ignored it. She moaned when he buried his face in her neck, kissing her and tickling her with his stubble. He knew she liked it, so he ran his tongue across her collarbone.
“I'm going to eat you up,” he mumbled against her. “All night long.” She jerked against him, a small moan escaping her lips. He took the opportunity to slid two fingers deep inside of her, surprising her even further.
“O'Donovan!” she yelped as she bucked against him. He felt a smile curl over his lips. She was wet already. He licked his lips, impatience swirling through him.
“Lay back,” he repeated. “Open your legs.” Pressing the tip of her tongue to the side of her mouth, she slowly laid flat on the table top, her eyes on him.
“You don't have to,” she said, but she let her legs flop open, on command.
“Shut up, lovely.” He was practically salivating. “I've been dreaming of this for two years.” He lowered himself to his knees, her pussy at eye-level. He allowed himself a slow first taste, running his tongue up her slit, and she arched her back, her hands clenching into fists. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.
Fuck.
She tasted exactly like he'd thought she would taste. Better, if that was possible. She was sweet and tangy, like wild honey. He couldn't help it, he pressing his face into her, flicking his tongue against her, and then thrusting it deep inside of her. He slid her thighs over his shoulders and clamped his hands on her hips, holding her against him. She rolled her hips and moaned, her fingers closing over his. Arousal flared up in him, and he sucked her clit in between his lips. He let himself get lost in pleasuring her, going at her without coming up for air.
“Oh my God,” he heard her whisper, her thighs clenching tightly. A laugh forced its way out, and he pulled his mouth away. After all this time, he couldn't believe he was finally in between her legs. Life worked itself out how it was supposed to, indeed. How had he lived before he'd had her on his lips and on his tongue? “What's wrong?” she asked, her eyes on him.
“Nothing.” He gave her another slow lick, and she shivered against him. “Absolutely nothing.” Then he began to tongue-fuck her like his life depended on it and she almost jumped up off the table. He held her down, not letting her get away. He curved one hand around to circle her clit with his thumb, while he thrust his tongue in and out of her, lapping up all of her wet goodness. She arched her back, her ab muscles tightening as she tried to keep it together. But he didn't want her to keep it together. He wanted her thrashing, writhing, and out-of-control.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, licking his lips and catching her eyes.
“You're doing pretty damn good,” she said, her face pinched like she was in pain. But he knew better.
“You like it when I finger-fuck you?” He slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping them in and out. She moaned in response, squeezing her eyes shut. Smiling, he rubbed his rough cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh. He watched how she responded to everything he did, learning as he went. He traced a slow circle around her clit with his tongue, sliding another finger deep inside of her. He knew she was close. He sucked and licked in succession, sliding his fingers in and out at the same time. He felt her tighten around his fingers and he knew she was close. He flicked his tongue against her sensitive flesh over and over until arched her back and clenching around his fingers. When he sucked her again, she screamed and he felt her ripple and gush against his fingers. He dropped his hand and she moaned, wanting his fingers back. But he ignored her. He had another idea.
He clamped his hands on her thighs and pulled her pussy against his face. She ground herself against him as she rode out the last of her orgasm and he didn't pull away, letting her smother him. He was rock hard as he licked up each and every drop of her come. He was ready to slide deep inside of her and find his own release. But he could wait. He could wait until he'd wrung out every last bit of her pleasure.
When his lungs were burning and his cock was throbbing painfully, he finally released her. Her body was loose, spent. Her bikini bottoms hung off of her left foot, and she was completely open to him. There was perspiration on her chest and her forehead and her eyes were glazed. She just looked so well-loved. He couldn't help but smile. She didn't move as he stood, just lay there, her eyes on him.
“What the hell was that?” she said, as if in a daze.
“Eating pussy is kind of my thing,” he said, leaning over her, pressing his hands to the table on either side of her head. He tried not to be cocky, he really did. But the look on her face filled him with such satisfaction it was hard not to.
“Oh, really?” she said, humor sparking in her glazed eyes.
“Did you like it?”
“Can you do it again?” she said.
“Fuck yeah.” He chuckled, dropping his head for a kiss. He wanted her to taste herself on him; it was the cherry on the sundae to eating pussy. He didn't know why it turned him on so much, but it did. And she didn't hesitate. She thrust her tongue between his lips, pulling him close. He ground himself against her, her body so wet and ready for him that the head of his cock slid inside of her. Just an inch. Her warm heat caressed him, and instant pleasure shot through his body. They both stilled. Toni pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. He held his muscles tight. It would be so easy. So easy to slide deep inside of her, not caring about any possible consequences. Fuck, he wanted to.
But he wasn't that much of an asshole. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he forced himself to push back off of the table. He found a condom quickly, knowing he wouldn't be in control of what happened if he didn't get it on as fast as possible. She held out
her arms for him and he slid into her embrace easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he rocked against her, his dick thrusting deep inside of her wetness. Her nails clawed at his back and she cried out. He pumped against her like a man possessed, only slowing down to prevent himself from ruining it by coming too soon. She was so tight, and his cock had barely recovered from the last time.
“Tell me what you want, lovely,” he murmured, holding himself still on top of her.
“I want you,” she said and the words slivered through him and took root. He wanted her, too, for more than one night, he realized. He slid himself out of her, and then thrust hard again, and she moaned. The sound was like music to his ears. He kissed her, keeping his eyes on hers. She didn't look away, either. Something passed between them and he wasn't sure what it was. But he liked it. More than he should, but he couldn't help it. She began moving her hips impatiently, and he followed her lead. He gritted his teeth, her body working him in wonderful ways. He dipped his head, sucking her tit into his mouth. He sucked on her and ground against her until his body shattered and fell apart. His balls tightened and exploded, and he spurt hot and hard deep inside of her. He felt a possessiveness rear up, and he managed one last thrust, claiming her for himself.
When his muscles relaxed, he dropped on top of her, crushing her against the table. She didn't make a move to push him off, just ran her hand through his hair until both of their breathing returned to normal and their heartbeats slowed.
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