Burn Me if You Can (3 page)

She responded with beautiful abandon, undulating her body to gain the edge to release. Bekah ‘s eyelids drooped at half-mast, her hands moved to pinch and tweak her dark nipples. His cock jerked in response to her throaty moans. Diving into her pussy with his tongue sounded so good. Eyes on the prize, he moved over her and spread her legs over his shoulders. Wetness glistened, winked at him.

“Bekah, I’m going to have my dessert now.”

“Ohh? Cake?”

“No. You.” The first sweep of his tongue across her slit brought the flavor of her sweet tang to erupt in his mouth. He dove in, a man starved, and feasted. His fingers held her sex flush against his face, as he delivered long strokes of tongue, not missing an inch of her permeating scent. From his vantage point, her body trembled from his tongue and touch, her hair lay fanned out around her on the pillow, mussed, her bottom lip fuller from the way her teeth pulled and bit it when he sucked on her clit.

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pausing to reach and mold a breast in his hand. He brought her to the edge and back, bringing his fingertips down her sides to rest at the globes of her ass, tongue spearing inside her cunt. Her hips rose off the bed, her walls contracting, Ashton pinched her clit to rob her of release.

“Damnit.”

“Language,” he murmured, appreciating how far he could bring her and deny her, knowing when she crested the experience she felt would be unforgettable.

Again, he strove to bring it crashing down on her. He stroked harder with his fingers, fucking her good, while sucking her clit. The sublime change in her body underneath his hands and mouth made it hard for him to stretch her response out much longer. He clamped down on her clit, delivering repetitive short bites followed by exhaling cool air onto her sensitive nub. Her instantaneous climax filled his mouth with a jet of thick cream.

“Ashton.”

She continued to moan his name until her body quit shuddering under him.

He growled low and rose over her body bringing his fingers to her mouth. “Clean them.” The dutiful woman that she was opened her mouth and sucked his fingers.

He ignored the heat of her pussy searing through his clothing, against his erection, and removed his fingers. Her eyes watched him, dark with passion. A feeling welled up inside him; he bent down and rained kisses along the column of her throat, her jaw line, and just below her ear. “Sleep well,” he said on a whisper and rolled onto his side, pulling her body haphazardly against his. Being raised with manners sucked balls. While she slept, sated, his body raged with need. His mama didn’t raise an asshole, he’d wait until she was sober and rock her world.

She’d be more than worth the wait.

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Sunlight streamed in the open windows. Rebekah opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Cottonmouth Syndrome, ugh. Blinking, she remembered she wasn’t in her suite. Where was Ashton? She stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to assess the damage to her look and her dignity. Tangled hair and smudged make-up met her stare in the mirror. Totally horrified, she took a washcloth, held it under a stream of, cool water from the tap, and soaped it. Minutes later, her face squeaky clean, she just needed to deal with her coated tongue and teeth.

Pocketbook!

“Omigod.” She peeked out the door, grateful he wasn’t in the room, and reached out to grab her purse from the table next to the bed. Scrounging through the bag, her hand closed on her toothbrush, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

Gratitude filled her that she’d remembered to bring an emergency travel kit. She wet her hair to tame the mane of curls exploding every which way, causing Chia Pet and Medusa to come to mind.

With a click of the locking mechanism, the door opened. “Ashton?”

“Morning, sweetness. I brought breakfast.”

“Oh!” Rebekah rushed out of the bathroom, anxious to get a taste of the divine, aromatic Cuban coffee.

“I knew coffee would lure you out.” Ashton winked and set out the fruit, bagels, cream cheese, and heat-sleeved disposable tumblers.

“You are a god among men.” Sitting near him in the small kitchenette, foot tucked under her, she snagged a piece of melon and bit into the fleshy fruit.” Did I say a god among men? Make that an immortal being of great importance.”

“I think the sweet rum brainwashed you. I’m just a man, fallible like the rest.”

Ashton bit into his bagel. “Our second date. Hurry up, we only have a few minutes to eat.”

“No lounging in bed? Wait, I only signed up for a one-night stand.”

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“No time to lounge.” Ashton grinned. Technically—you’re mine for three dates.

Or as I see it until we board planes back to the real world. Unless you have any objections?” He popped a last piece of toasted bagel in his mouth, chewing as he moved over to his suitcase. “Now that our miscommunication is fixed, are you ready to go?”

“Where to?” She choked on a small piece of pineapple, watching him strip his lounger pants and A-shirt off. Tanned from head to toe and ripped. Seeing him clothed had nothing on seeing him nude. At her cough, he stood with board shorts in one hand and regarded her, frowning in concern. She held out her hand.

“I’m good, just swallowed wrong.”

“Stop checkin’ me out, woman, and eat,” he growled, shoving into his shorts and grabbing a pair of water shoes.

Rebekah blushed. “Damn tease.”

“Hurry.”

“Oookay. Be right back.” Bekah hurried to her room. She found being with him easy. Pawing through her suitcase, she plucked the two bikinis she’d packed. The red or the blue? Teal-blue definitely. He loved the shade of her sundress, and figured he’d love the pastel-hued suit. She tied the vibrant tequila sunrise-colored sarong she’d bought because it looked great with both suits snug around her breasts, choosing to surprise him with her barely-there attire underneath.

Wiggling, shaking and bending, she made certain the sarong wouldn’t budge unless she wanted it to. After slipping into her flip flops, she brushed the tangles out of her hair, wrapped a couple of hair bands around her wrist, and grabbed her beach bag.

At a rapping on her door, she sang out, “Coming!” Upon opening the door, she smiled, glad to see Ashton’s face again. “I only have these flip floppers, so if I need swim shoes, we’ll have to make a pit stop at the gift shop.”

He stalled her with a quick kiss. “There’s more where that came from, later.”

Suddenly, she noticed he held a pair of water shoes. “How’d you know my size?” God, how considerate of him, how sweet. She couldn’t stop the wide, pleased grin from spreading across her face.

“A quick peek at those sexy heels of yours.”

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“Thanks.” She slipped them on and tucked her flip flops into her beach bag.

“Lead on.” She smiled and followed him out to the waiting limo, where she settled into the seat, curious to learn their destination.

***

An hour later, the sun warmed their skin. Rebekah sat next to Ashton on the boat, embarking on the open Caribbean waters for an afternoon of snorkeling and lounging on the white-sand beaches. She admired the luxurious boat. Built in flat loungers and bolted down tables and loungers with back rests made a cozy, living room type of seating on its gorgeous sun-drenched decks. “I’ve never been snorkeling.”

“You are going to love it.” Ashton pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and poured some in his hands.

“I hope that’s for you. I don’t burn.”

“Shush. It’s to protect your soft skin.” He leaned forward and began slathering coconut-scented scented SPF 30, smoothing the creamy oil until her body absorbed the substance. “Turn around.” Contrary to popular opinion, any ethnicity could still get burned or even worse a form of cancer. She should’ve thought to bring a bottle and was thankful he took the time to remember.

His strong hands felt good moving over her and brought memories back from the night before. He’d devastated her with his teasing and toying, until she was wound tighter than a spring on diving board, and then he delivered and knocked her world off its axis.

She let a moan fall from her lips and gravitated into his working hands. “You’re killing me.”

“That should be my line.” Ashton slapped her ass and then smoothed her cheeks.

“My turn.” She rounded on him and plucked the bottle of sunscreen off the deck chair. Their guaranteed-to-be-discreet guide navigated the boat through the blue, crystalline waters, but all she could think of was sinking her hands into the planes of sexy muscle on Ashton’s body. Of course, she began with his chest, 16

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taking her own sweet time to spread her hands over his pectorals, jumping back when he bunched them. “Show off.”

His chuckle earned him a nipple pinch. The darkened spark of his eyes warned her of retribution. With a devilish grin, she moved up and down his stomach, bringing her body close enough for her sun-warmed breasts to touch his skin. She moved around him and hugged him from behind, roaming her hands up his chest. “All rubbed in—in front.” She nipped his nape and began smearing the protective agent on his well-defined shoulders and his back.

“You’re in for it, later.”

His voice promised future delights and her smart-ass side had the perfect response.

“Burn me…if you can.” Feeling bold, she reached down and grabbed his package, thankful that they faced the open sea instead of the guide. He’d teased her mercilessly earlier, by brushing his engorged cock against her and not letting her touch or have a sample. The hardened length under his trunks jerked in her hand. He cleared his throat and pointed out at the water. She bounced in delight at the family of dolphins swimming just off the bow.

“Can I have my dick back?” he joked, so low only she could hear.

Bekah let go immediately, and blushed. “Sorry.” She looked at the cocky son of a bitch that had stolen her heart overnight and realized her story for the
Tribune
would never be written, because Madame Eve had provided all she promised and more.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Ashton murmured.

“Just can’t wait to get in the water. I’m hot.”

In more ways than one.

“We’re coming up on the cove.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips and handed her the gear.

Damn if his touch or the way his voice grazed her being didn’t affect her. The guide slowed the yacht down and dropped anchor at a popular lagoon. Ashton hopped over the side, first, his hands outstretched to her.

“Come on I got you,” he promised.

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falling backward. She shook her head
no,
opting instead to see where she was going. Her decision was taking too much time. With a shrug, she gave up and jumped down, sliding into his waiting arms.

“No untying the bikini,” she teased, double knotting the ties.

“Don’t need to when I can do this,” he said and pulled the triangles covering her breasts sloshing cool droplets on her nipples.

“Ashton!” She wiggled, pulled the material back, and splashed him. Around his neck hung a waterproof camera for their undersea adventure. The water cooled her skin, and she loved the crisp scent of salty ocean . Donning the snorkel and fins only took a minute to do. Taking his hand, she followed him down, watching the life-forms below. Vibrant hues exploded into bright neon colors. She stopped to push her hair out of her face and quickly secured it with a band from her wrist.

Ashton swam in circles behind her and tugged the band off. When she turned to see him snapping pictures with a small, waterproof camera he flashed a smile her way. She wrestled him for her hair tie, motioning for him to put it back in.

After some choice body language, he did and she gave him thumbs up, happy once more to watch what was going on around them.

She broke water with him and removed her snorkel to take a deep breath. His warm body met hers. She moaned in want, her mouth fused over his taking and nibbling. Treading water he kept them afloat, his hands stroking over the globes of her ass, trailing up to touch her aching breasts. Starving to touch him, she couldn’t get enough of his chiseled body. Her hands spread over his broad shoulders, moving her body back a tad to trail them over his chest, glad he didn’t have too much body hair, all while she satisfied her yearn for mouth to mouth.

“Ready to see more?” Ashton broke the smooching session.

“Yeah.” She slipped her mask and snorkel back on and watched the precise way his body cut through the water, all sexy-like. He stopped and turned to her with a come-on expression on his face. Bekah erupted in laughter and caught up.

They swam for hours, breaking for bottles of chilled water and for him to feed her incredibly delicious finger foods, lounging on the deck, sunbathing, and then dipping again.

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on her body.

A languid feeling washed over her. “A bit.”

“Here’s a brochure I thought you’d like.” He opened it to show her vivid images of the fish and coral around them.

“Oh. I recognize a lot of them. That grouper fish is one scary-looking beast. I thought it was gonna bite my fins. I always thought sea horses were fake.” She laughed, just happy to be there, waterlogged and sun-baked, next to the most amazing man she’d ever met.

“I was hoping to see a stingray or shark,” Ashton mumbled like a disappointed child.

“Nice.” His displeasure made her giggle. “Two dangerous animals and you want to play with them in their territory. Has to be a man thing.” She took a bottle of water and slid on her sunglasses. “Now what?”

***

Ashton moved his deck lounger closer to hers. He’d sent their tour guide for a nap below, and the savvy young man had smiled and promised not to come back until they called for him. Enthralled by her beauty, Ashton appreciated the way the sun bronzed her skin, adding to her exotic nature. Normally, smart-mouthed women held no appeal for him. Bekah was the exception to the rule. More importantly, he found himself content to just sit or lie next to her, no words needed.