Austin points aggressively at the beach. “Guys like that are not going to do anything unholy toward you out in the open on the beach. They’re going to wait until they get you alone, at night or in a private spot, weasel their way into your room, and then they take advantage of you. Overpower you.”
“You’re reaching,” I say.
Austin scrapes the tips of his fingers of both hands through his hair and blurts out an odd, guttural-sounding growl.
“You’re not getting it.”
“This place is crawling with security. I’m pretty certain there are cameras everywhere.”
“That’s not my primary concern.”
I flail my arms in exasperation. “Then what is your major concern, Captain Fisher?”
“That I can’t stand it when you’re clueless, and another jerkoff is flirting with you.”
My eyes flash at Austin's face, which looks ferocious. “You’re jealous.”
“Damn right,” he growls.
We stare at each other for half a minute, neither of us saying anything. Enormous flower bushes surround the little copse of trees; the sand feels cool under my feet.
I turn and look, but I can’t see the beach from here. The boardwalk is about thirty feet away.
A cool ocean breeze rushes through, sending a palm leaf brushing against my body. My nipples react at the unexpected light touch. Austin’s gaze falls, and he sees it. My nipples are probably high beams at the moment. How pathetic that I’m so hard up that foliage arouses me.
“I’m going back out there for a swim,” I say, unable to hide my smirk. I just want to see what Austin might do. The untamed look in his eye is turning me on, and I want to see how far I can push.
He grips me under my upper arm. “Not in that, you’re not.”
“Stop me, then. I dare you.” I can feel my lips pulsating with blood, and my hands itch to touch that chest in front of me.
The next thing I know, I’m backed up against a palm tree, Austin’s hands in my hair and his mouth pressed against mine in a searing kiss. If I wondered how jealous he was, now I know. He’s so jealous he’s angry. Oh, he’s not hurting me, but he’s kissing me so hard that my nearly bare back feels every bump on the trunk of this tree, and his chest is flat against mine. Guess I got my wish. I run my hands up Austin’s sides, stroking his back and coming around to the sides of his chest. He kisses like a man on fire, his tongue darting into my mouth insistently.
He pulls back and still has that wild look in his eye. Austin keeps his hands locked in my hair and drags wet, sultry kisses down my neck. I feel overcome by his sheer urgency. If I had any doubt I was an object of his desire, those doubts are banished.
He tastes like the salty sea, and he crashes into me so thoroughly I want to drown in his touch, his taste, his hunger, his demanding mouth.
“Sierra.” Just hearing him say my name sends sparks rushing everywhere through my body.
“Captain.”
He smiles down at me wickedly, grinding his pelvis against me. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Captain, are you gonna let me go back to the beach?”
“Not until I split you open so good that there won’t be a man or woman on this island that won’t smell me all over you and know you’re fuckin’ mine. Mine. Now, let’s go to your room.”
I bite my lip, thinking.
“What’s on your mind, sweet Sierra?”
“I said I wanted to get crazy on my Babymoon.”
When I say the word “baby,” I feel the long, thick rod jerk against my pelvis.
He rumbles, “Here? Outside?”
“No one can see us.”