A slow, sexy grin spread across his face. “I can work with that.”
“Great.” Kris held out her hand. “It’s a deal.”
“No handshake.” Nate closed the distance between them, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the chiseled planes of his face. “We seal the deal the old-fashioned way.”
Her heart rate picked up. “How’s that?”
He responded with a kiss. A soft brush of his lips that held all sorts of promises and sent tingles racing down her spine.
“Done,” he whispered, so close his lips whispered over hers when he spoke. “Now it’s a deal.”
Kris stared at Nate, so beautiful and perfect beneath the stars he seemed unreal, and she was suddenly aware that every second ticking by brought them closer to their deadline.
When was the last time she met a man she connected with so much, on every level? She wasn’t in love with him, but she liked him. A lot. Considering she despised or at least disdained most of the people she came across, that was no small deal.
“Not yet,” she said. “Remember how you apologized earlier for being a dick last week?”
Wariness took over his features. “Yeah…”
“How about you make it up to me—and really seal the deal—by finishing what you started?”
The wariness melted into wicked delight, and before she knew it, he’d pinned her beneath his powerful body and her mouth had gone Sahara-desert-dry. The thick blanket he’d laid down for their boat picnic cushioned her from the hard wood of the deck floor, but that was nothing compared to the steel-like erection pressing against her thigh.
She swallowed hard, and Nate’s eyes tracked the movement of her throat with fascination.
“You never told me what your fantasies were earlier,” he said, his voice low and dark with lust. “So we’re gonna start with mine. First—” Kris gasped when he reached underneath her dress and caressed her through her soaking wet panties. “I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come all over my face. Then I’m going to flip you on all fours and pound you until people in the fucking marina can hear you scream. And after that? You’re going to take the reins, princess, and ride me until you can’t come anymore.”
Kris had never been big on dirty talk, but hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth? Orgasm incoming. She was going to fall apart in a minute, maybe less.
“Please,” she whimpered, arching her hips while Nate pushed her dress up around her waist. “Do it.Now.”
He chuckled, sliding her panties down her legs in an agonizingly slow fashion. “Which ‘it’ are you talking about? The tongue fucking, pounding, or riding?”
“Any. All. I don’t care.” She rolled her hips again, desperate for friction. “Just do—oh, God!”
Kris’s not-exactly-holy missive to the Lord blended with a shout/moan/whatever as Nate placed his mouth on her sex and did things with his tongue that had her seeing stars, both literal—they were still on the boat deck, bared to the open air—and figurative. As he promised, she came hard after…seconds? Minutes? An eternity?
It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the blinding waves of pleasure crashing over her, so intense she might have levitated out of her body.
Kris was still on the fringes of her high when Nate flipped her over on all fours and prowled up, covering her body with his.
“Comfortable?” he murmured, reaching around to pinch one of her nipples. Between her arousal and the soft chill of the sea air, they were rock-hard and sensitive to the touch.
She gasped and bucked back against him. “Not…the word…I’d use,” she managed, her mind hazy from one of the best orgasms of her life.
Nate chuckled. “I meant the deck. We can move this downstairs if the blanket isn’t enough of a cushion.”
Um, no. Kris would scream if she had to wait another second for round two. Besides, even though there were no other boats around, there was something so erotic about having sex out in the open like this. The salty breeze was another caress, and the gentle rocking of the boat? Better than a waterbed.
“What happened to pounding me until people in the marina can hear me scream?” she taunted.
She knew the challenge would get Nate’s blood roaring, and he’d take her the way they both wanted him to—hard, wild, no holds barred.
She smiled when a low growl emitted from his throat. He moved back, and she heard the unmistakable zip of his jeans being undone.
Kris couldn’t resist—she twisted her head around and watched with hooded eyes as he shed his clothes, revealing a body sculpted with glorious muscles. Broad shoulders, powerful thighs, and washboard abs that narrowed into a V pointing directly at a long, thick erection that had her mouth watering like she hadn’t eaten in days.
As he sheathed himself in a condom from his wallet, she faced forward again and arched her back, eager for round two to start.