“What?” she gasps .
“I mean that I know you’re lying. And I will use my training to extract the truth from you, Ava,” I growl, stepping closer to her and letting my breath trip over her skin. I see her goosebumps rise, and wonder if it’s the cold breeze or my playful threat that made her respond like that .
“You really are different,” she says again .
“Come with me,” I tell her. She nods silently. Taking her hand I guide her below deck to the stateroom. It’s lined in windows that show the full panorama of the bay, but without the wind or seagulls .
She takes her sunglasses off again, walking up to the windows. I walk up behind her, caging her in my arms. I feel her shudder against me, smell the wafts of her perfume. Something sweet, like vanilla .
There’s only a millimeter of fabric between us. She’s got me as hard as a rock, and I think she knows, brushing those sweet ass cheeks against my cock. The swing of the boat pushes our bodies together. I feel she wants me, hear the ragged sound of her breath .
“You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” I whisper in her ear. “Even before it would’ve been right. I have been watching you for such a long time .”
She turns, twisting to face me, but I don’t back away. I lean over her, flattening her against the front wall. I feel her thighs open, and her knees automatically part but then close again, trapping my hand against her hot, swollen pussy .
Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she breathes hoarsely .
“Wait,” she rasps, “I think I …”
I pause, commanding my body not to do what I urgently need to do .
“What is it?” I ask, controlling myself but just barely. “I can tell you want me, Ava .”
“Oh I do!” she shudders. “It’s just I’ve… Well I never — ”
“Oh,” I breathe. My cock swells so quickly I’m afraid I’m going to come immediately. She’s a virgin. I should have guessed it .
Now I want her a million times more .
“I can wait a little longer,” I smile, wondering if I’m really telling her the truth. “But can you ?”
“What do you mean?” she pouts .
The boat rocks again and I lean against her, stroking her sex from the outside of her bikini bottom. She’s soaked through .
I watch her lips part as my fingers slide against her, slipping under the fabric to find her wet and wanting, swollen and ready. Our eyes are locked together as I gently tap against her untested clit, teasing her until her hips begin to pulse against me. Her cheeks flush crimson as I bring her to a fast, shuddering climax. Her juices drench my palm and I ache to be inside her, but dare myself to wait .
“Oh,” she sighs, her eyes half closed .
I kiss her deeply as she trembles, finding that she does, in fact, fit so naturally in my arms it’s no effort at all to keep holding her .
Chapter 26
AVA
A fter Ethan pulls away in the Rolls, I walk back through the Fairmont Hotel lobby, lighter than air. Everything inside me feels like it’s filled with bubbles, like I’m a shaken soda pop, ready to explode .
I must be on fire, because I feel people looking at me. Their heads swivel around as I walk past them, trying not to grin too obviously. But how can I help it? That was amazing. And who does that? Just takes the afternoon off and sails around San Francisco Bay with a billionaire? An actual billionaire ?
Apparently, I do that. Me. Little old me .
When I get back up to our room, suddenly I’m half exhausted. My arms and legs feel like they’re made out of loosely coiled rubber bands. I guess as the adrenaline drains out of me, I start to feel just how exhausted I really am .
Bea stops in the middle of the living room of our suite when I open the door, turning to squint at me suspiciously. She’s wearing a pair of fuchsia boy shorts and a strapless bra, still shiny from a shower. Her hair sticks out in triangular patches as she jerks her chin at me in greeting .
“I was looking for you, Ava,” she snaps. “I mean, I looked everywhere. Where did you go? I thought we were going to meet up in the entrepreneurial panel ?”
“Yeah,” I stammer, suddenly unable to put a sentence together. “I mean, yeah… I was gonna, but — ”