Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 103537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Haven,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I love you.” He picked me up off the railing. Without taking his mouth from mine, he lowered me onto the lounge chair. He broke away for a second and ripped off his shorts. “Lift.” He had his hands on my bikini bottoms and slowly slid them down.
That had been a point of contention. With the tickets for my Christmas present was the bikini, one that was bright pink and left little to the imagination.
Of course, I refused to wear it, and wanted to go pick out a one piece. He’d been too accommodating and I should’ve known. We went and picked out a black one piece that wasn’t sexy, but simple. I liked it. He said it was fine for a nun, but he let me have it.
It never made it to the island. I dumped all my clothes from the suitcase the first day and it was gone. Crisis had been standing on the other side of the room with those dimples and brilliant blue eyes blazing with mischief. Then he pulled the pink one from his suitcase and tossed the two pieces to me.
“I want you to wear it.” Then he strode over to me and crouched as I sat on the floor, clothes all around me. “Please. It’s sexy as hell on you and this will be the only vacation that I don’t have to worry about other men eyeing up my girl.”
So, I gave him that because I loved him . . . well, and he’d said please, then made love to me on the floor.
I parted my legs as soon as the bikini bottoms slipped off my feet and he crawled up the lounge chair. Butterflies lifted, goose bumps sparked and between my legs clenched just before his mouth kissed my inner thigh.
My breath hitched as his tongue slid over me. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
“I was in the water.”
He lifted his head and grinned, his finger replacing his tongue as he trailed it down between my lips. “Oh baby, I know you’re wet for me. I know how you taste on the tip of my tongue. I know how you feel on my finger. And my cock . . .” He sat back and took hold of himself. It was throbbing and ready. “It sure as fuck knows.”
I raised my brows. “And what does your cock say right now?”
He shimmied up closer, his weight on his arms on either side of my head. Then he lowered his weight on top of me and my hand went into his hair while the other went to his ass and squeezed.
He had the best ass and I took to touching it whenever I could. There were definitely no complaints from him except when he was trying to teach me how to swim.
The tip of his cock was between my legs and I lifted my hips to meet him. He groaned, and before I could get my legs around his waist, he was inside me and his mouth was against mine at the same time.
Then he made me his, like he always did. Not that I was anything but. It was a carnal connection that released when we came together. It was an inferno of desire that thrummed through both of us, but it was also the rare beauty of peace and tranquility.
He made love to me in the chaise lounge, then I made love to him until we saw the sun lower over the horizon.
He leapt to his feet. “Babe, we have to go.” Grabbing my hand, he hauled me to my feet and pulled me into the bedroom that was open to the deck. Its sheer white curtains lightly swayed in the warm breeze.
I went into the bathroom, washed my face then put on mascara and lip gloss. I took my dress off the hanger on the back of the door and slipped it over my head, then did up the tiny buttons in the front. There wasn’t much I could do about my hair, so I loosely put it back in a messy clip.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was already dressed in a pair of charcoal gray linen pants and a white short-sleeved shirt. His hair was untidy and exactly how I loved it. He looked sexy as hell and I was thinking about undressing him slowly.
His eyes roamed over my outfit from top to bottom. I noticed he lingered on my thighs, he loved my thighs. “Ice, you can’t wear shit like that and seriously expect me to keep my cock in my pants.”
Laughing, I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck. I was wearing a white sundress with spaghetti straps, and a tight bodice that flowed into a mid-thigh simple skirt. It wasn’t revealing, but I was getting that any dress I wore, he thought was sexy as hell on me. Rarely did we make it to wherever we were going without the dress coming off me first, making us always late.
I leaned against him and his hard cock pressed into me. “Then don’t,” I whispered into his ear.
He groaned and put his hands under my ass. “Love you hair like that, baby.”
I smiled. “Does it look like I just had sex?”
“Fuck yeah. But they all know that’s what we’ve been doing since we arrived, so no point hiding it.”
“Want to be late?” I urged.
“No,” he growled. “For once in my life, I’m not being late. Not to this.”
I didn’t pout because . . . well, I didn’t pout—ever, but I did run my fingers up through his hair and gave an exaggerated sigh. He got that annoyed crease between his eyes and I leaned forward and kissed it. “Okay. But know I’m really wet and it isn’t from the water.”
He growled. “Let’s go.”
He latched onto my hand. His determination was kind of cute; instead of him being the one to delay and not worrying about keeping others waiting, it was me. And I wasn’t necessarily delaying. I was soaking up every moment in order to put into the compartments and be able to open and enjoy the memories anytime I wanted.