“Okay. But just so we’re clear? You let me fall and I kill you. And I get Ashley to help me. That girl has moves.”
“So do I.” He grinned at her once more before turning his face against her skin and licking her. Just a small touch, his tongue easing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh in a sensual glide that had her sucking in a breath and tightening her grip on his shoulders. Her skirt billowed around his head and shoulders and there was no mistaking this for anything other than what it was. Sex on the beach. Just like the menu had promised.
He sucked on the tender skin and she groaned, hearing the telltale pop as the first candy bead on the necklace came free.
“They make panties like this.” She was babbling, coming apart in a happy puddle of goo. She couldn’t see his face, but, oh, God, she could feel him. Feel his tongue exploring her skin, his breath on her mound as he moved his head higher, the stubble on his jaw rasping against her.
He paused. “I’ll add that to my shopping list.”
So would she. His tongue made another foray, sweeping underneath the necklace and teasing higher. And it felt so good, so very, very good. Each new touch left her hotter and more shivery, impossibly aware of Mason. He exhaled and she felt it, right there where he wasn’t touching yet but where he was headed. She wanted adventure and he’d give it to her in spades.
And he liked this, too. That was what got her even wetter, made it okay that she was perched like a princess on the palm tree, the rough bark digging into the thin satin of her panties. Palm trees weren’t made for thongs, but she didn’t have to be practical right now because she had Mason working magic between her thighs. He took his sweet time, though, and the little gasps and sighs that she couldn’t—wouldn’t—hold back? Those didn’t make him go faster at all. He was a man on a mission and she wanted to scream mine to the whole damned island.
He licked a delicious trail higher up her thigh, drawing sugary patterns against her skin. His thumbs pushed beneath the edge of her panties, his big hands cupping her butt, shielding her from the palm tree’s rougher bits.
“I like this garter-dance business,” he rasped, sounding like he meant every word.
“We’re not dancing,” she felt compelled to point out.
He exhaled and she felt that. “You’re awfully literal for somebody who wants me to believe a candy necklace is a garter.”
His thumb slid beneath the fabric of her panties in a bluntly erotic caress. Swept up her soaked folds, parting her, finding her clit and pressing. It was a good thing she was sitting down, because her legs wouldn’t hold her now.
“You have an excellent imagination,” she said.
“You have no idea,” he growled. God. She loved it when he went all cranky, surly male on her. She had no idea what was going through his head, but he was thinking something and he wasn’t indifferent.
“And you’re stopping.” There had to be a rule against leaving a gal hanging on a palm tree halfway to orgasm, and she’d invoke it.
“Complaints.” But he said it with a roguish smile now, his thumb flicking and stroking her clit. Just that little bit of him was almost enough to send her over the edge. But she was playing a long game today and she wanted all of him. A quickie orgasm on the beach wasn’t enough.
He lowered his head—slowly, which made her think that one of these days, before her vacation was over, she need to figure out what it took to make him lose control—and stroked his other thumb over the red satin.
“You’re so pretty.”
He made her feel like the most amazing woman he’d ever met, as if she was a fantasy lover who really, truly belonged on Fantasy Island. She was erotic and powerful. With Mason, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, watching others live out her secret dreams. He was everything she’d dreamed about, and it was funny that she’d met him here. What were the chances of that?
He eased her panties to the side, exposing her. “You’re even sweeter here.”
She wasn’t sure what had happened to their garter dance, but she wasn’t complaining. She was wet and aroused, aching for more of a touch he was more than willing to give her. He cupped her butt in his hands, angling her, supporting her, and then he lowered his mouth to her. Her whole body sang with the pleasure of it. He licked and suckled, his tongue pressing against her clit in a steady, knowing rhythm. Each perfectly timed stroke pushed her higher, her heels digging hard into his back as she rode his mouth with gleeful abandon.