Gansett Island Boxed Set Books 1-16 (Gansett Island Series)

by Marie Force

  “I found out you think about me all the time.”

  “You liked that, huh?”

  Looking up to find him watching her intently, she nodded.

  “So what’re we doing now?”

  She linked her fingers through the belt loops on his shorts. “The same thing we were doing, only now it seems to mean more than it did before. For some reason.”

  He bent his head and rested it on her shoulder. “Yes, it does.”

  Tiffany ran her fingers through his hair.

  “Do you think about me once in a while?” he asked in that gruff, sexy voice she was growing to love.

  “Pretty much all the time.”

  He sighed deeply. “I should go.”

  She hadn’t expected him to say that. “Why?”

  “Because your daughter is here, and you didn’t want me to come over tonight, but I wanted to see you, so I came anyway.”

  “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you to come over. I didn’t think you’d want to hang out with Ashleigh.”

  “Now you know better.” He raised his head and stared into her eyes for the longest time.

  Tiffany was about to grab him and drag his mouth down to hers when he saved her the trouble by tipping his head kissing her so softly and so sweetly she almost forgot to breathe. He kept up the gentle assault, devastating her with his lips alone. When he raised his head, Tiffany moaned.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, desperately. She could only imagine how wanton she sounded to him.

  Apparently, he liked how she sounded, because he looked at her with barely restrained lust stamped all over his face. “It doesn’t feel right to be doing this when Ashleigh is here.”

  “She’s asleep, and we won’t hear from her until bright and early in the morning.”

  “You’re sure?”

  She nodded.

  With his lips hovering a fraction of an inch from hers, he said, “I want to do something kinky.”

  Tiffany’s belly fluttered, and her pulse beat hard in her throat. “Isn’t everything we do kinky?”

  The slow, sexy smile that unfolded across his handsome face was positively sinful. “Sweetheart, we’ve only scratched the surface of how kinky I want to get with you.”

  She swallowed the lump of fear and emotion and overwhelming anticipation that lodged in her throat. “What do you want to do?”

  “Trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  He kissed her again and drew her away from the wall, walking her backward to her bedroom. “Get naked. I’ll be right back.”

  “Where’re you going?”

  “To get something out of my truck. I’ll be quick, so get ready.” He took her hand and pressed it against his erection. “I’m more than ready for you, babe.”

  Tiffany wanted to tell him not to go. She wanted to tell him they already had everything they needed. But she was so painfully curious to know what he had in store for her that she let him go and went into her room. Her hands were shaky as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She had to tug twice on the button to her shorts before it came free.

  By the time she removed her clothes and turned down the bed, she was a bundle of nerves with all her pleasure points tingling in anticipation. She lit candles and experimented with several poses on the bed, before she settled on her side with her head propped on her upturned hand.

  Blaine returned a minute later and stopped short to take a long, leisurely look at her.

  Before him, she’d only been with Jim, so nothing in her experience had prepared her for a man who could turn her on just by looking at her in that particular way.

  She wanted to tell him to hurry. She wanted to tell him she needed him. She wanted to beg him to make her feel the way that only he could. But she stayed quiet and waited to see what he would do.

  He closed the door and pressed the lock, the sound reverberating through the quiet room and making her shiver again in anticipation. “Will you be able to hear Ashleigh if she wakes up?”

  Tiffany pointed to the monitor on the bedside table. “She hardly ever wakes up.”

  “Good,” he said as he approached the bed. “Close your eyes.”

  Tiffany looked at him for a long, intense moment before she did as he directed. She felt something satiny slide over her eyes and opened them to total darkness. He’d blindfolded her.

  “Remember your safe word?”

  She nodded.

  “Use it at any time. Okay?”

  Because she couldn’t seem to form words, she nodded again. Her entire body vibrated with tension and desire unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, even with him. To not be able to see what he was doing to her, to be totally and completely at his mercy. . .

  “Tiffany?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Breathe.”

  She hadn’t realized she wasn’t and sucked in a deep breath.

  “Okay?”

  Nodding, she said, “I’m fine.”

  He raised her arms over her head and snapped on the handcuffs. “Comfortable?”

  Tiffany had to force herself to keep her muscles relaxed when every inch of her was on fire. “Ah, yeah, sure.”

  Chuckling, he said, “I need a towel.”

  She cleared her throat. “Bathroom. In the closet.”

  “Don’t go anywhere.”

  Even though she couldn’t leave if she wanted to, Tiffany wanted to laugh at the idea that there was anywhere she’d rather be than right here with him. With her other senses more acutely aware, she heard him go into the bathroom, open and close the cabinet, and return. When he dropped the towel on the bed next to her, the clean scent of fabric softener briefly overtook the vanilla scent of the candles.

  She took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

  “Are you still okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “You aren’t scared, are you?”

  “Scared? No.”

  His hand landed large and warm on her leg. “What, then?”

  “Curious. Nervous. Aroused.”

  “Anything else?”

  She shook her head. “That’s about it for now.”

  He caressed her leg. “Don’t be nervous.”

  “Um, okay. Whatever you say.”

  His soft laughter made her smile as he used both hands to move her legs apart. “Lift your bum.”

  Tentatively, Tiffany did as he asked and felt the towel slide beneath her. Listening intently, she heard him undressing. He took his own sweet time about it! Her skin tingled, and her belly quivered with nerves and eagerness to see what he would do. Right when she thought she’d go mad trying to figure out what he had planned, she felt his finger trace a path from her ankle to her knee. Then it was on her thigh, making her muscles tense.

  “Have you ever shaved?” he asked as he ran his finger lightly over her sex. “Here?”

  Tiffany licked lips gone dry. “Bikini line. Does that count?”

  “Ever shaved all of it?”

  Her voice sounded squeaky when she said, “No.”

  “I’ve heard,” he said, running his tongue over a painfully sensitive nipple, “that shaving makes everything feel a thousand times better for women.”

  “Heard from whom?”

  “People.”

  “Female people?”

  He surprised her when he kissed her lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

  “I’m not jealous. Don’t flatter yourself.”

  “Whatever you say.” His lips moved from her mouth to her neck to her breasts.

  Tiffany squirmed, trying to get closer to him.

  “Relax, honey. I promise you’ll get everything you need. And then some.”

  “It’s that last part I’m worried about.”

  “Are you? Really?”

  She took a second to consider his question. “No. Not really.”

  “You’d tell me if you were seriously worried or s
cared?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “Yes,” she said, playfully exasperated, even though she appreciated his concern.

  He cupped her sex, his fingers pressing and teasing her. “So, what do you think about shaving?”

  “Now?”

  “Uh-huh.” His lips were soft and smooth on her belly.

  She tugged on the cuffs, making them jangle. “How do you propose I shave anything when you’ve got me locked up like a prisoner?”

  “I’d do it for you.”

  “Oh.” Her dry throat tightened as images of him shaving her there ran through her mind, causing her sex to clench. Thank God she was blindfolded for this.

  “Is that a yes?” He pressed harder until he encountered the rush of dampness between her legs. “Ohhh, it seems you approve of this plan.”

  She laughed nervously and raised her hips, trying to encourage him to focus on where she needed him most.

  He withdrew his hand. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes! Just do it, will you?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” With a kiss to her belly, he got up from the bed.

  Tiffany blew out a sharp breath and bit back the retort that hovered on the tip of her tongue. She could hear him moving around, making preparations. The water came on in the bathroom and then turned off. She felt the mattress dip when he returned.

  “Why are your legs closed?”

  She hadn’t realized she’d closed them.

  With his hands on her legs, he gently pushed them apart, caressing the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. “You can’t move, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He pressed a warm compress to the area he planned to shave. The next thing she heard was shaving cream leaving the can, which she realized he’d brought with him with this in mind. Knowing he’d put so much thought into this gave her racing mind even more to think about as her already sensitized skin reacted immediately to the cool menthol cream.

  “Ready?”

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  With one hand on her thigh, he held her still as he dragged the razor from bottom to top. The sensation was so titillating and arousing, that she had to force herself to remain still. “Almost done.”

  “What happens then?”

  “I’ll show you how amazing it feels.”

  “How will you do that?”

  He wiped the area with the warm cloth.

  She felt him shift on the bed.

  “I’ll start with my tongue.”

  Chapter 12

  Tiffany hadn’t expected it to feel all that different. However, the second his tongue connected with her freshly shaven skin, she nearly came undone. “Oh, wow,” she said, gasping from the riot of sensations that erupted from her core. “God.”

  “I take it you approve?”

  Moaning, she raised her hips, silently begging for more. When he didn’t immediately comply, a tortured-sounding “please” escaped from her lips.

  Chuckling softly, he sucked and teased her into a series of orgasms that seemed to go on forever. When she returned from the dazzling journey, he was poised between her legs, his erection nudging at her tingling core.

  “I want to see you,” she said. Her voice sounded rough and hoarse, as if she’d been screaming. Maybe she had been. She couldn’t say for sure. “And touch you.”

  He removed the blindfold and then the cuffs.

  Tiffany stretched her arms and then curled them around him, gazing up at him.

  He stared down at her, intensely focused, which only made her want him more. She’d never been the subject of such intense attention from a man, and it was a huge turn-on.

  “Now, Blaine.” With her hands on his back and then his backside, she urged him to take her.

  However, he wasn’t done torturing her. Rather than take what she offered so blatantly, he bent his head and sucked hard on her nipple. “Not quite yet.” He sucked it between his teeth and made her whimper from the arousing combination of pain and pleasure. “Turn over.”

  “Blaine…”

  “Just do it.”

  She looked up at him. “Will I get a turn to be in charge?”

  “Any time you want, baby. Just not tonight.”

  Reluctantly, she turned onto her belly and waited to see what he would do. She kept her eyes closed and focused on breathing while she could. She’d learned to expect him to steal the breath from her lungs.

  When she heard him rustling around with the items on the bedside table, she had to force her eyes to remain closed. His hands were suddenly on her back, gliding and smoothing over her tense muscles as the citrusy aroma of the massage oil he’d bought at the store filled her senses.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Mmm.” All the tension seemed to leave her body as she drifted on a cloud of contentment. “So good.”

  As he worked his way down her back, she felt the hard press of his erection against her bottom.

  She raised her hips and pressed against him, hoping he’d take the hint that she was more than ready. Once again, he ignored her signals and continued with his own agenda.

  Groaning, she said, “You’re out to torture me tonight, aren’t you?”

  “The way I see it, I’m torturing myself and pleasuring you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “You’ve gotten to come—a couple of times. I haven’t.”

  “Oh,” she said, swallowing. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  Laughing softly, he continued to slide his hands over her back, moving lower with every sweep. When he turned his full focus to her bottom, the breath caught in her throat and every nerve ending in her body stood up to take notice. She’d had no idea that was such an erogenous zone.

  “Breathe,” he said in the sexy voice that was a turn-on all by itself.

  Tiffany sucked in a greedy deep breath.

  “Keep breathing.” His talented fingers kneaded her cheeks, delving into the cleft between them and setting off a whole new riot of reaction throughout her body.

  She clutched the pillow so tightly her fingers ached while she focused on drawing air into her starving lungs. She’d had no idea—no idea at all—that sex could be so all-consuming. Nothing in her past with Jim had prepared her for such an inventive, creative, thoughtful, sexy lover.

  He leaned away from her, reaching for something on the bedside table.

  The next thing she knew, he was urging her onto her knees and arranging her so her bottom was in the air.

  Tiffany was both mortified and wildly curious at the same time. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard him rip open a condom and roll it on and was filled with relief to know he was finally getting to the main event. She braced herself for his entry.

  “Relax and let me in.”

  Right, Tiffany thought. Easy enough.

  He teased and coaxed his way in, and from the tingle and heat his entry generated, she realized he’d used the lube that heated on contact. Later, when she was able to piece together a coherent thought or two, she’d have to think about how the product made the experience even more exciting than it would’ve been otherwise. Right now, however, she was hardly thinking like a businesswoman.

  “Blaine…”

  His hands came around to cup her breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. “What, baby? Tell me. How does it feel?”

  “I need to come. Please.”

  “You got it.” Grasping her hips, he pressed himself against her opening, pushing and retreating, urging her to yield to him.

  “Relax, baby. It’s okay. Let me in.”

  Her entire focus was on the burn and stretch of sensitive tissues as he worked his way into her. And then he rolled the tight bundle of nerves at her core between his fingers, and she came in a burst of light and heat so intense she wondered if she would survive the flight. In the throes of the most astonishing orgasm of her life, he hammered into her, taking her higher and higher until there was nowhere
left to go. She floated back down to find him still lodged deep within her, pulsing with his own release. His heart beat so hard and so fast, she could feel it against her back as he sucked in one deep breath after another. When he began to withdraw from her, she stopped him.

  “Not yet,” she said, gripping the hand he’d laid on her belly. “Not yet.” As they lay pressed together in a sweaty, pulsating mess, it occurred to Tiffany that she’d had no business opening a sex-toy shop without having the first clue about what toys brought to the act. It would take her days, maybe weeks, to process the impact of this man and the reactions he’d managed to coax from her body.

  “What’re you thinking?” His lips were soft against her shoulder.

  Her overly sensitive skin erupted in goose bumps from that simple caress.

  “That I’m glad I let you talk me into trying out some of the stuff from the store.”

  His chuckle rumbled through him, making his chest hair rub against her back.

  Tiffany had never felt more in tune with another human being, except for Ashleigh, but that was different. Very, very different from the overwhelming emotions she’d experienced with him.

  “I take it that means you approve.”

  She nodded. “I read every word that came with each item and felt like I could talk intelligently about them to my customers. But now…”

  “Now you can speak from experience.”

  “Yes.” She squeezed his hand. “It’s never been like that. Ever.”

  “For me, too.”

  “So it was different?” Tiffany cringed to herself, knowing she was fishing, but she couldn’t help that she wanted to know more about him. Suddenly, she wanted to know everything.

  “Hell, yes, it was different. Right from the beginning, you’ve been different from anyone I’ve ever known.”

  While the slight movement of his hips reminded her he was still lodged deep inside her, his words set off a whole other kind of heat in the vicinity of her badly wounded heart.

  “How is it different?”

  He was quiet for a long moment. “For one thing, you’re not after everything you can get from me, regardless of what it costs me.”

  Tiffany tried to understand what he meant. “They took money from you?”

  “Worse—they went for my soul.”

  “How so?”