“Yeah?”
“I know another game we can play.”
My heart slammed against my chest and I tightened my hold. Oh yeah. “Sounds intriguing. What’s the game?”
Her legs brushed against my thighs and her breath rushed over my lips. “It’s called Catch Me if You Can.”
I came way too close to untying that cute bow from her hip, hooking my finger under the bottoms, and diving deep. “Rules?”
Her voice was hot and dripped over me like an ice cream cone on a summer day. “There’s only one. You have to count to one hundred before you chase me.”
I almost passed out but managed to rally. “Done. What do I get when I find you?”
Her lips touched mine in a whisper soft kiss. “Anything you want.”
Oh, she was killing me. “How do we start?”
“Close your eyes. Count to one hundred. Then try to catch me.”
My eyes drifted close with the promise of pleasure ahead. She broke the embrace, and I heard her dive under the water.
That’s when she yanked down my bathing suit.
It happened so fast, I couldn’t get my bearings. In a flash, she was swimming away, and I fought the natural urge to go after her, but I remembered the rules of the game and kept my eyes shut, continuing to count. Her musical laughter drifted to my ears, and I realized I hadn’t had so much fun with a woman in a long, long time. Who would’ve thought such mischief lurked beneath her serious facade?
I played fair and got to one hundred. When I opened my eyes a surge of adrenalin and lust mingled and exploded. I sank back into primitive time, knowing once I hunted her she’d be mine, on my terms.
She’d definitely left the water, there weren’t even bubbles around, and I was stuck naked. Thoughts of sweet revenge kept me focused as I trudged out of the water and began exploring the small island for clues. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, peeking behind rocks and looking for a path to follow.
The water droplets pooled together in a large wet patch led me back to the boat.
Sneaky girl. I made sure to remain silent as I reboarded and made my way in an organized search. My wet bathing suit had been dropped onto the bench. I checked the cabin and bathroom, opened doors, and finally heard a squeak.
I caught a flash of red and I dove for her. She tried to rush past me to get back off the boat and run to the island, but I leapt at the last moment and tackled her around the waist. She let out a terrified yelp and tried to fight me, but I kept my balance and tossed her over my shoulder in one smooth motion. My hand caught her flailing legs and kept her still.
“Let me go!” she yelled, squirming in a way that set me off.
“Not a chance. I caught you fair and square. It’s payback time. Head down, sweetheart.” I climbed down the stairs to the main cabin, making sure I ducked so she didn’t hit herself on the ceiling ledge, and headed toward the bedroom.
The mattress was large and comfortable, even though the room was a bit on the small side. I lowered her down flat on her back, climbed on top of her, and straddled her. My towel fell off. I kept my hands off her so if she panicked, I could roll right off, but she responded immediately to my show of domination and stopped struggling. My gaze locked on hers.
Pupils were dilated. Her pulse pounded, evident at the base of her neck. She panted for breath, and her ni**les were hard points beneath her bikini top, begging for me to pull down the fabric and take them in my mouth. Yeah, she was definitely into this. I just needed to be careful she didn’t get spooked, and make sure she was ready for me.
“I caught you.”
“I guess.” She stared right back, unblinking. “What are you going to do with me?”
I grinned. Her body spread before me like a feast I was about to devour, but I needed to go slow, or it would be over way too soon. She deserved an orgasm she’d never forget. I craved to wipe out every guy she had before me and replace them with my face.
Slowly, I lowered myself, giving her the opportunity to wrench free or tell me to stop. She didn’t. Her eyes darkened to an inky black. My hands slid up her naked belly and cupped her br**sts. Quinn gave a low moan and arched her back. I tweaked the hard tips with my thumbs, enjoying her open response, and shifted my weight so I knelt over her, my mouth close to hers.
“Everything, Quinn. I’m going to do...everything.”
I took her mouth in a fierce kiss, finally letting myself go and refusing to hold back. She was right there with me, opening her lips to my tongue as I drank her in and conquered the wet silk of her mouth. I kept up the tweaks to her ni**les, refusing to go underneath her top, even though her body begged for more. My erection throbbed for relief, but I was afraid too much pressure against my dick would get me off. Shit, I felt like a teen with my first woman, so I locked my brain down with my control and swore to give her the most pleasure I could.
I sucked on her lips and nibbled on the bottom, giving her a sharp bite. She bucked underneath me. “Oh yeah, you like that,” I murmured, pulling at her ni**les and twisting a bit. “What else do you like, baby? I want to find all of it, every secret your body tries to hide.”
Her lips were slick and swollen, like a bee sting. I worked my way down her neck, nibbling and licking, until I finally reached her covered br**sts. One quick tug and the top fell down, exposing her fully. Crap, she was amazing. Small, perfectly formed, with tight red ni**les I wanted to suck for hours. She reached up and hung on to my hair, tugging slightly, as I lashed at her ni**les with my tongue.
“James! Oh God, that feels so good!”
“You taste so sweet,” I groaned. I massaged her hips and belly as I worked her br**sts until she writhed back and forth in a frenzy. “Are you wet for me?”
She shuddered and I decided to find out for myself. My fingers closed around the cute little bows and I pulled one of the strings until one side loosened. Drawing small circles around her hipbone, I teased her, loving the way she whimpered and tried to get closer. She smelled like coconut lotion and musky arousal, my favorite combination. I moved to the other side and tugged.
Then removed her bottoms.
I sucked in my breath. Holy shit, I wasn’t gonna last much longer. Her pu**y gleamed with wetness, and she’d waxed for the beach so only a fine strip of dark hair was left. The perfect landing strip for my mouth and fingers. She flushed and tried to get up, probably caught between arousal and embarrassment.