Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Humor me,” he said.
I grinned and said, “Why not?”
It fit me like it was made for me. The greens and blues with the floral patterns looked great against my skin. That and the white bathing suit I snagged that had a cutout on one side. When I stepped out, Agan looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. A flush crept over my skin.
“You look great,” he said.
“Thanks.” I did a little twirl in front of the long mirror before heading back in the changing room.
When I came out, Agan took the things from me and went to the counter.
“No,” I said, trying to snag his arm.
“You should have this.”
It wasn’t a command, but I could tell there was no talking him out of it. It was the first time in my life I’d been spoiled. Before we left the mall, we had bags of stuff all for me. I felt guilty as hell, even though Agan tried to convince me otherwise.
The driver packed all the bags in the trunk before driving us to a dock where the most amazing sailboat rested. It was long with gorgeous wood that made the top deck.
“We’re going in this?” I asked.
“It’s going to be great.” Agan helped me aboard before getting the boat ready to leave the dock. The driver brought our things as I walked all around the deck. The boat was big, but not big enough you’d need an entire crew to manage it.
Agan worked, removing the ropes that anchored the boat to the dock. Then he lifted the sails before we were off. He moved with purpose, doing things I couldn’t explain but just watched in awe as he got us going with the sheer force of the wind.
When he was done, he waved me over to the wheel he held on to. I stepped beside him, and he slung an arm over my shoulder. “Not that I want it to end, but how long before we make it to the island?” I inquired.
“It will be longer than if we took a boat with a motor, but worth it.”
I knew nothing about sailing, but once we were far past other boats in the area, for lack of a better word, he put the boat in cruise control and let go of the wheel. “Are you sure about that?” I asked.
His grin was playful. “I’m sure.”
The urge to kiss him finally overtook me. I shifted to face him, got on my toes, and pressed my lips to his.
I’d surprised him as he pulled back and cocked his head to the side. “I thought we were waiting.”
With a grin as bright as the sunshine, I said, “You were. I’m not.”
The arm he’d had slung over my shoulder dropped. His hand found my waist and gripped tight. Then we were both moving closer. His lips found mine again, and I gasped. Every part of my body tingled with sensation. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it gone. We parted long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head, ignoring the buttons.
This was the first time I’d seen him this way, and I was frozen with admiration. The man had well-defined abs, like model-worthy.
“Should I do a little twirl?” His smirk was wide.
Heat grew in my cheeks. That didn’t mean I didn’t give as good as I got. “Yes.”
He winked before doing a slow spin. “You next.”
“How about this instead?” I whipped off my shirt. Though I stood in my bra, he muttered a curse. “That bad?”
“No,” he said in a hoarse whisper as his eyes raked over me. “That good.” Then he stepped forward and cupped my breast and gave a gentle squeeze.
I hadn’t been touched, not like this, in so long, I let out a long moan. His mouth covered mine as his hands explored. I did some of my own, finding his length long and hard.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I let my hand slide up and down with only his shorts keeping me from the prize.
He set my bra free and, with no hesitation, I let my hands drop so the garment could find the deck. Feeling more confident, I unbuttoned my shorts, hooked a thumb in the waistband, and pushed them down. He mirrored my actions, including our undergarments, until we stood there bare before one another.
I made the next move. I stepped forward, got to my tippy-toes, and hungrily kissed him. His hands found my bottom, gripped tight before hiking me up. Taking his lead, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us and my back ended up against the wheel. It held firm as he moved forward, impossibly closer.
Needing him to move faster, I wiggled my center against his shaft. He let loose a string of unintelligible words as he guided his cock to my opening. We both let out a gasp as he sank deep. Then it was us both moving to reach our eager goal with eyes locked as if we could read each other’s thoughts.