“You better not tell anyone I’m scared of raccoons.” The words spilled out of her mouth because her brain had shut down. There was too much going on in her body right now for actual thinking.
“Talking to other people about raccoons is not what’s on my mind right now.” His palms slid down the outside of her thighs to the edge of her dress, and he started pushing it up, not stopping until everything was exposed from her ankles to her upper thighs.
“Oh yeah?” There was a hopeful breathiness to her voice, one she normally wouldn’t let anyone hear, but she was too turned on to care. “What is?”
“How you’re going to look bent over this island with your dress pulled up to your waist while I slide my cock into your wet pussy.” His hands glided under her scrunched-up skirt, thumb so close to where she needed him to touch that she could feel the heat from him, but he stopped short. “And it is wet for me, isn’t it?”
The yes nearly popped out of her mouth before she managed to seal her lips shut. She shouldn’t. Together she and Tyler were nothing but trouble. Still…she was alone on a tropical island paradise with a devastatingly hot man who knew just how to use his mouth, hands, and that glorious cock of his. Maybe just this once…
“Why don’t you find out for yourself how wet it is?”
Something sparked in his blue eyes, an acknowledgment of the challenge of the fight between them. It might be friendly but it was still there, that push and pull of want and need and knowing that it was the last thing either of them should give in to. They were oil and water together, but it didn’t matter because they were both burning right now.
“Because you’re gonna show me,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and his accent coming on as if he couldn’t control that and his body at the same time.
“And what are you gonna show me?” She dipped her fingertips into the waistband of his board shorts, pushing them down far enough that the backs of her fingers brushed the tight curls above his cock but, like him, she avoided brushing the good stuff—and there was lots of long, hard, good stuff straining for her touch.
“Whatever you wanna see.” His hands stayed put on her inner thighs but his mouth got busy, trailing a line of hot kisses down her neck.
“Strip.” Because that’s what she’d missed out on last time, and if this was going to happen again—and get real, it was—she wasn’t going to miss out on seeing him naked twice. The kiss-nip-kiss pattern halted, and she could actually feel him smile against her skin. Cocky bastard. “Now.”
He withdrew his hands from her legs, leaving her wet and wanting, and took a half step back. The protective inch of air between them should have been a relief, but it only served to emphasize how badly she wanted this man. He reached back and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt behind his head and yanked it over, letting it fall to the floor. Her breath caught but her gaze kept moving, going from his broad shoulders, to his muscular chest, to the smattering of black hair that started right below his belly button and disappeared beneath his shorts. She wanted to hop down and trace that happy trail with her fingers and tongue until she got to the prize at the end. She wanted to lick and nip and kiss her way around his sinewy chest. She wanted to make him hers.
As if reading her mind, he stepped closer, bringing them back so they fit together perfectly even if there were way too many clothes still in the way. “Wait, there’s something I gotta do first.” His hands cupped her face and his mouth crashed down onto hers in a kiss that wasn’t about satisfaction for either of them but desperation on both their parts.
His hands moved from her face to her breasts, cupping them through the cotton of her dress. It wasn’t enough. It never was with him, though, because she always wanted more. What could she say? When it was this good, she got greedy. Tyler broke the kiss, and his mouth followed the path his hand had taken. He lifted up her breast, his thumb circling her nipple over the dress until it formed a hard peak and then he sucked it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze the sensitive spot all the while his talented fingers worked her other breast. When he switched from one to the other, leaving the wet material clinging to her pebbled nipple, the shock of his warm mouth on one and the quickly cooling damp sensation of the other had her reaching for him, needing to anchor herself to him as he tormented her in the most delicious of ways.
“Yes,” she managed to get out in a moan as she threaded her fingers through his thick hair.
Pain in the ass that he was, he pulled away. “You like that, huh?”
“God, yes.” And she’d like more.
“What else do you like?” His hands dropped to her bare thighs and he shoved her skirt up to her waist, leaving her exposed to his hot gaze. Then he spread her thighs wide as she sat on the island, watching as if the image of her like this was the best thing he’d ever seen.
She expected more teasing, more talk. Instead he jerked her ass so it was barely on the island at the same time as he lowered himself down so he was on the same level as her wet folds. When he lowered his mouth, licking and sucking her intimately, it was all she could do not to fall off the side of the world. She was so turned on, so ready for him that even the softest lash of his tongue had her on edge. When he sucked her clit into his mouth while working her entrance with his fingers, she just gave in and let herself tumble over into space.
“Fuck, I love how you hold tight to my fingers.” He curled them inside her, rubbing the bundle of nerves there in a soft-soft-hard pattern that had her panting. “I can’t wait to taste you when you come, and then I’m going to do what I promised and fuck you over this island.”
Then he went back to tonguing her, sucking her, finger fucking her until she was right on the edge of the abyss. It was blissful torture that she couldn’t get enough of as the vibrations built inside her, turning her entire body electric. So close. So fucking close.
“Don’t stop,” she cried as she tightened her grip on his hair and arched her back just enough to change the angle the slightest bit and everything went white for half a second before her orgasm hit, exploding her world into neon.
…
Watching Everly come down from that high was as amazing as it was agonizing, because as sweet as it was to see her shatter, Tyler was desperate to bury himself inside her and feel her come again right before he went over the edge himself. By the time her breath
had steadied, his board shorts were on the ground and he was rolling on the condom he’d grabbed from his wallet.
“I might never move again,” Everly said, her voice husky.
She still wasn’t naked, and he wanted that. Needed it. Having her mostly naked in the parking garage had been one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life, but he wanted to see and touch every inch of her. The plan had been to just flip up her skirt—there was just something sexy about Everly in disarray that turned him on—but that wasn’t gonna happen. He picked her up off the island and lifted the dress over her head, leaving her naked and proud before him.
“You like what you see?” she asked, but she wasn’t fishing for compliments. She knew he did. She just wanted to push him. They both knew it.
He traced a finger over the upper swell of her tits, entranced by the way her nipples tightened into hard pebbles without his even touching them. “You bet I do.”
“Good, because I like what I see.” She stepped out of his reach and circled him, making a tsk-tsk sound when he started to turn to face her. “Oh no. I missed out on this before; I want to see the entire package.”