All Hands Below (12 page)

“Evie, hush before you make me shoot my load across your sweet little toes.”

She reached a hand out to him. Liam took it and raised it to his lips. He caught the drugging scent of her pussy that clung to her fingers, and he darted his tongue out for a taste.

“You’re sure about this?” His gaze probed her face, his taste buds abuzz at her spiced honey flavor.

She drew her hand from his and touched her fingers to his chest, to the knolls of muscle that threaded his stomach. Her fingers drifted, lower…and lower still.

“Very sure,” she whispered.

His body quivered at the sound of her voice. Evangeline’s hand closed over his hand, the one locked around his erection. As her touch tightened, moved, stroked, he closed his eyes and feared some premature explosions would go off.

Liam dragged her hand from his arousal. It was time. He placed his knee up onto the bed next to her. “I—”

The touch of her hand on his thigh cut his sentence short. He simply gave up talking, gathered her up to him, and merged his mouth with the eager warmth of hers.

****

How could such a kiss be only the beginning, Evangeline wondered, fighting the urge to bite him.

She felt like an
animal
—unable to think. The stroke of his hands, his questing mouth, and the sweep of his tongue spiked her anticipation. Blood frothed through her veins like champagne bubbles in a glass.

The fresh-cut wood notes of his cologne ingrained into cells of memory, forever linked to this moment. His breath sweeping across her skin as he fed on her mouth told her he was creating memories of his own as well.

Excitement seeped from her channel and soaked her thighs. The feel of Liam’s elegant fingers rounding over her breast had her hissing in a sharp breath. Total want pulsed deep inside her core when he cupped her breast, squeezed it, and fed her nipple and its surrounding pink lushness into his mouth.

“Yes,” Evangeline sighed out through spinning thoughts.

His free hand kneaded her other breast, then his mouth took turns with each one, kissing them between sucks that tore ragged sounds of bliss from her throat. Nerve-endings beneath her skin popped to life against the brushstrokes of his tongue. His fingers.

“Liam,” she gasped out his name. The probe of his cock dug against her thigh.

“What do you want, wild thing?” he murmured, dragging his tongue around her nipple.

“To…mmm…ohh…come…”

His warm laugh nuzzled her skin. “Will this help?” He slid down her body and arranged his shoulders between her legs.

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Beautiful.” His eyes swept over her pussy. “Just beautiful.”

Sweeping a finger between her pussy lips, he slicked her moisture all around her clitoris, and then lightly touched his tongue tip to the engorged nub.

She moaned. He blew on it, sucked on it, nibbled on her clit ever so delicately. His growl of masculine appreciation buzzed through her plumping clit and threaded straight to her tightly pebbled nipples.

“I could lap at your honeypot all night long,” he murmured, then buried his mouth in her sex, rooting out her clit once more with ravenous sucks.

Oh! That could be arranged, Evangeline thought dizzily, but would she survive? When he slid one finger into her sheathe, she arched her hips, her body flaming up with feeling. She lifted her head up off the pillow to watch.

Her hips swiveled. She ground against his mouth and adored how his lashes looked, lowered, as his gaze focused on her gleaming mound, his tongue savoring her taste.

He raised his gaze to hers, his tongue dancing along her clit and pausing now and then to lick across its hood with lazy slides. She hummed out his name when his fingertip wisped over her G-spot.

“Ahh…” She cupped her palm to his head. Clenching her teeth, her fingers dug into his scalp. She held him there and opened her thighs wide as her legs writhed helplessly on the broad shelf of his back.

The harder she clutched at him, the slower he licked.

“Come in my mouth, Evangeline,” he commanded, then pursed his lips to the silken hood that cloaked her clit and blew out a tight stream of pressure against its tiny stem.

Her eyes flew open in shock. The sound his mouth made on her pussy was quite…amusing. But the erotic tickle? Out of this world! He did it again to different areas on her clit—around it, on top of it, direct contact with it—resulting in bursts of sensation that heightened her sexual joy.

And when he swept around her sweetly battered clit with swirling licks, she puddled into her orgasm, sinking into the feelings that twisted throughout her legs.

Liam clutched her ass and lifted her pussy up to his mouth. His tongue swept up into her sheathe, only for her walls to squeeze around it with each spectacular contraction.

Evangeline’s stomach undulated as her orgasm stormed her body and steeped her in complete surrender. A sigh swept from her lips as Liam’s mouth, tongue, and hands took her under and held her there.

He loomed over her, his hard cheekbones flushed and heated. Liam’s gaze grilled into hers.

“Ready for my cock, baby?”

His rod probing between her thighs was definitely ready for her! Her whole body quivered with unbearable excitement. She nodded, wordless.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He reached across the pillows, tugged open the bedside drawer, and drew out a foil-wrapped condom. As he fumbled and tore at the packet, the muscles in his upper arms shifted and bunched with power and focus.

When his task was complete, she welcomed the bulk of his body, the strength of his legs, and the rampant cock she cradled in between her thighs.

Chapter Twelve

Naughty blue eyes, smoky with anticipation, gazed up at him.

Liam stroked the back of his hand down her cheek with tenderness.

“You make me wonder,” he placed a kiss on her damp collarbone, “what would happen if I did this.” He nudged her thighs apart. She clutched at his shoulders when he slid the tip of his cock to the mouth of her pussy.

The puff of her breath stroked the heated ledge of his cheekbones. “Ahh…Liam!”

Her lashes drooped, but Liam would have none of it.

“Look at me, Evie. I want to see those beautiful eyes when my cock slips into you.”

Her anxious gaze lifted to his and rounded as he swept the mushroomed head of his penis back and forth over the slick dew that soaked her clit.

“How’re we doing, sweetheart?” he whispered, enjoying the eroticism that wove between them as he grazed his cockhead along her folds.

“Mmmmmm…” Perspiration sheened her upper lip. “Good. So very good. So,” her lower lip shook, “excited to be with you.”

Liam’s jaw clenched. His struggle to stay in control evaded him, for his mind and body agonized over her with a hunger that ate through him like acid.

He vowed to do everything in his power to drive her out of her mind before losing himself inside her, but the strength it took to hold back threatened to throw him over the edge, too.

“Put your gorgeous cock inside me, Liam.”

He surged into her, going half-crazed to keep from taking her with one solid thrust.

“Evangeline,” he groaned, and inched his way into her channel.

Her body devoured his cock. Her labial lips sucked hotly around the roll of his sex. Fearful of causing her pain, Liam withheld several inches of his cock from her opening. “I don’t want to hurt you. Your ankle…”

She raised her head up from the pillow to claim his mouth, in a rush to impale his thickness inside her. He gasped. She felt amazing. Hotter, tighter than he’d imagined or dreamed about.

She dragged her lips from his and gazed up at him with eyes a fierce, dark blue. “Balls deep, Liam,
please
! You won’t hurt me,” she panted.

“Balls deep?” He groaned. Why, yes. Abso-fucking-lutely.

Liam slid the length of his cock into the drenched heart of her. Ecstasy glazed her features. Curls of pleasure created by her pussy’s lushness engulfed him.

“Ooh, Liam! Good God—you’re large.”

The wild orchid massage oil that scented her skin rubbed its silky warmth against his. He could still taste her succulence, how her essence flavored his tongue.

As he rocked his hips and thrust into and out of her with languid strokes, her eyes opened wide. “That feels…ooh!”

The sounds she made! How her body undulated so sensually, so unafraid.

“You move like a woman who loves to fuck,” he murmured against her mouth before he sank his cock inside her cunt, to the root.

“Liam…”
She wrapped her legs snugly around his waist, allowing his pistoning hips to move freely.

Was she like this with every man? Did it matter, given their arrangement?
No. No, it didn’t
.

Her tongue pulsing inside his mouth soothed his conscience. The airtight grip of her pussy gloved around his shaft had the same effect. Doing what any half-sane man would do, he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and took control.

Liam fucked her with a need so intense it turbocharged the motion of his hips. His cock tickled and ached as she squeezed him deep inside her channel.

The thought that his mattress skills weren’t being put to best use came and went. He wanted to give her more foreplay. He’d make it up to her, but being inside this woman right now brought out the caveman in him.

“Yes!”

Not that she seemed to mind. Evangeline circled her hips under him. Her inner walls coaxed each gust and slide of his cock onward. Faster.

“Good Lord! I love fucking you,” he murmured, slowing down his hip thrusts to mix things up. He rotated his cock in her pussy with sensuous swizzles, then arched its slickness along her clit.

She gasped.

With his arms cradled under her, he held her close, bonding her to his chest to absorb his cock’s pounding quest for relief.

“Hold tight, honey,” he warned in a heated rasp.

She clutched at his shoulder, her fingers grabbing at corded muscle to keep her anchored throughout their lusty coupling. Then she reached down and tugged at his balls with her other hand. Hell, that felt great!

He moaned her name against her lips, driven by the piquant edge of sensation her fingers made him feel.

Evangeline cupped his testicles and massaged them, pumping up the tempo of her hips to maximize his desire.

Her snugness launched him into the danger zone, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Not without her. He reached between them and lightly flicked her clitoris with the tip of his forefinger.

Busy ravishing her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his cock, his thoughts faded. They up and gave way to his moans and her sighs. Nothing beyond his door mattered but hitting the peaks of their fevered mating. Raining a series of thrusts inside her sleek passage, he fed her hunger while taking all that she wanted to give.

The power of coming alive between her legs lit his senses and blurred the boundaries between them. Separate dreams? Separate goals? Lines of separation? Pffltt.

She wrenched her mouth from his, her head sinking back into the pillow as she arched her body and threw her legs around his thighs. Her shifting limbs aligned her clit to crest against, and ride, his inches. “Mmm! I love the way you fuck me, Liam.”

Liam alternated his hip strokes between wild shafting and rocking his hips back and forth. She gasped and clutched at his hair.

He stopped stroking her clit with his finger and let her pleasure roll through her. The second her orgasm arrowed into her, her features softened with elation.

His entire being trembled to hear his name spill from her lips in an orgasmic flow. Each spasm gripped his cock as her hips pulsed in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, loving the quickening of her hips, how her pussy danced over his cock. Her pubic hair scratching against his clean-shaven pelvis added a raw element of sensation to their wild coupling. “Come for me. Come hard.”

“Liam—oh…ohh…”

He watched her melt beneath him with passionate eyes. Feeling like a dam about to break beneath raging waters, he bent his head and sucked and savored the pout of her breast as his cock stroked in and out of her pulsing heat.

“Evangeline!” His cum blasted out of him, over and over until he swore his cock would break through the condom.

Liam couldn’t get enough of her wetness. Couldn’t get enough of her tightness. They kept fucking and he kept creaming until his lust ebbed and floated away.

Finally, he shuddered, spent, on top of her.

A week ago, he couldn’t have imagined meeting someone like her. Wanting someone like her—a merry widow, twice over. He’d imagined himself too seasoned to fall victim to shipboard romances. What he’d just done threw all he thought he knew out the window.

“Evangeline,” Liam murmured her name and drew her lax body closer to his.

She tucked her head into his shoulder. As he kissed her forehead and breathed in her sweetness, her breath of contentment cooled the sweat that layered his skin.

They didn’t have much time left. Given his terms and her requirements, he supposed that was a good thing.

He sighed, regretful. Her body fit neatly in his arms. In his bed. Her mouth—Dear God, her mouth. Its contours had been customized for his lips. His cock. But she didn’t fit anywhere else in his life.

His future was set.

His cock stirred, suspended in her languorous warmth—a reminder to make use of what precious time remained. Liam groaned. It meant he was about to fall back into her web.

Then again…had he ever left?

Chapter Thirteen

2015 hours

Evangeline glared at the black leather bustier with its see-through matching harem-style pants.

She never should have bought it but, the moment she laid eyes on it, she’d wanted it. The flesh-toned silk under the see-through fabric ended thigh-high to allow her natural skin to show through. The better to show off her legs.

It was an impulse buy, made the day before she left to go on her cruise. So alluring, its bustier top came attached to sexy, sheer cap sleeves. The better to show off her toned arms.