“You’ve taken care of yourself for a very long time now, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“In the bedroom too, right?”
“Right.” Why not admit it. His goal is to pleasure me and I’d be a fool not to be honest.
He runs his fingers down my neck, and slides it down my side, caressing the outer edge of my breast. My entire body quakes. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.” Not entirely true. This man is proving to be kind and sweet and I might be a little afraid of growing feelings for him. I can’t do that. We live in different worlds, and I’m pretty sure his heart still belongs to his ex.
He studies my face, and after a long moment, he says, “If I asked you to put yourself in my hands and trust me, do you think you could do that?”
I gulp.
He exhales, his warm breath flutters against my skin, a mixture of marshmallow and minty toothpaste. “Better question is, do you want that? I want you to be honest with yourself. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, can we just be two country kids with nothing to hide?”
His voice snags, and something in the way he called us two country kids, like we’re more alike than not, strikes a chord in me. Is that who he wants to be when he’s with me? A small town farmer, over an NHL superstar?
I glance at the big bed behind me, and my brain settles, liking that idea. Suddenly ready and eager for this to happen, I begin with, “You asked me what I wanted.”
He stares at my mouth, “I did.”
Here goes nothing, and everything. “From the second you walked into the Lobster Pound, I wanted you, Wes Hatfield. I wanted you naked. On top of me, beneath me, in front of me and even behind. I want to do things with you that I’ve never done with anyone and I want you to do things to me that I’ve never heard of.” A big breath and then, “I want your mouth on me, your fingers inside me. I want you to fuck me until reality is no longer in my vocabulary.”
He grins. “I love a girl who knows what she wants.”
“It’s what I want, while we’re here on this island.”
“You love it here, don’t you?”
“It’s my Disney world,” I say with a laugh. “Reality doesn’t exist, just fantasy, so while we’re here, we can live in that fantasy,” I say, needing to clarify where we stand. I don’t want him to think I want more when this is over.
Do you want more, Charlie?
Maybe, but I’m not the kind of girl he goes for, and while we’re here, hiding out from the real world, we can enjoy each other, but I’m not the kind of girl seen on his arm. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s still hung up on Breton.
“Fantasy weekend, I got it,” he murmurs in understanding as he reaches down, and touches the hem of my pajama shorts. A few loose strings tickle my inner thighs, and a hard quake overtakes my body. “The second you turned around in the Lobster Pound and I realized it was you, Charlie, I wanted my mouth all over you. Everything about you turns me on, especially the coveralls and rubber boots.”
I grin at that, not sure I believe him, but hey, we all have our fetishes, and this guy must be into seafarers. I gesture with a nod. “Those rubber boots are in the boat. Want me to go get them?”
“Later,” he growls, and the next thing I know, he’s devouring me with his mouth and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him, and his raging hard cock presses against my center. I have no idea what I’m getting into with farm boy here, but I can’t wait to find out.
He backs up, and when we hit the bed, he sets me on it. I lean back and his gaze rakes over me, ravenous, wild, and my entire body quakes with excitement.
“Why don’t you get naked and show me those home-grown muscles, Hatfield,” I say.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Is that what you want?”
“I want to see your body.”
He reaches over his back and tears off his T-shirt and once again the sight leaves me in awe. A strangled noise crawls out of my throat, and deep between my legs, I grow wetter.
“Your turn.”
I straighten up, and grip the hem of my pajama shirt to peel it over my head. I sit there before him in my white lacy bra, and his gaze slides downward. “Fuck, yeah,” he whispers.
“You like them now, huh?” I ask. Back in the day he teased me relentlessly.