Caribbean Casanova (10 page)

“I should take you right here.”

“Do it.” Her words came out as throaty puffs, her pouty lips swollen from his kisses.

“I would. I would love to fuck you stupid. Make you come so hard and so often you forget how to talk.” He released her wrists and ran his hands over her bare arms and along the curves of her body as he raised himself off of her. He pushed up her skirt, baring the dark curls that covered her treasure.

She gasped and pressed her thighs against his, arching her back so her pelvis angled down. “No sense hiding your pussy from me now, Holly. I will fuck you until you scream my name, but I don’t have any condoms up here and I don’t trust you to stay put while I run downstairs to find a box.”

She reached up, smoothing a hand along the planes of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I already took care of the condom.”

Hallelujah. “Give it to me.”

Her sexy laugh wrapped around him, the seductive sound hanging on the air. “That’s what he said.”

Harm stiffened. “He who?”

“You, silly. It’s a female condom, so I’m ready when you are.” She flicked a fingernail across his nipple, sending sensations spiraling down his body, straight to his cock.

His brain tried to wrap around the idea of a female condom, but with mind preoccupied with happenings down south, he couldn’t fathom what to ask.

“Honey, you’re adorable when you’re confused.” Holly took his hand and placed it between her spread thighs. The slick heat of her core drew his attention, his fingers stilling on a thin plastic ring spreading open her outer lips.

He traced the circle, spiraling his fingers closer and closer until he entered her. Once inside, her tight sheath clutched his fingers as if nothing separated them.

He always handled his own protection, never caring to be strangled by a too-small condom. Not to mention all the longer-lasting effects of trusting someone you shouldn’t. The urge to sprint downstairs and grab the box hit him hard, but he kicked it aside. He trusted Holly on an instinctual level. And now she trusted him.

He released her just long enough to rid himself of his shorts. Taking her on his desk with her skirt pushed up on her hips wouldn’t win him any awards, but he’d make it up to her later. Now, he needed her. Since she’d set foot on the island his every thought had been consumed by her.

He leaned down, bringing his mouth to hers and devouring her. Deep thrusts of his tongue told her how he’d take her.

He wanted to apologize, promise it would be better next time, but he didn’t want to stop kissing her. Ever. His cock arced between their bodies, begging for her, seeking out release.

Their bodies melded together, his hips between her spread thighs, hands moving and learning. Even their gasps and moans an echo of one another.

She wrapped her hand around his hardness before he realized what was happening. She guided him to her center and he broke the kiss. Everything happened so fast, so frantic, and he wanted to savor this.

Looking down into her warm gaze, he pushed forward until his cock kissed her entrance. He eased in, watching emotions swirl on her beautiful face as he gave into her slick heat.

He pressed his hips for more, his mind clouding with pleasure. She felt so damned good, too good. Like nothing separated them. He felt everything, every time she squeezed him, every nuance of her. It was almost too much. He needed to thrust, to pump into her hard and fast until he caught his orgasm by the balls and rode it for all he was worth.

“So good,” she whispered, never breaking eye contact. She licked her lips, her inner muscles clenching with the movement. “More. I want all of you.”

His chest squeezed, her words cracking the walls he’d been so careful to build. He pushed deeper and his breath caught as the tip of his cock touched her deeply. She gasped, digging her fingernails into his biceps. He eased back, knowing he’d gone too far.

“Wait.” Holly wrapped her legs around his back, tilting her hips. “I won’t break.”

“It’s okay.” He knew he packed more cock than some women could handle, but he knew lots of ways to find pleasure without causing pain. He leaned down to kiss her but she pursed her lips.

“Fuck me, or I swear to all that is holy, I’ll knock you to the ground and make you my bitch.”

“Your bitch, huh?” He couldn’t fight the smile as he eased deeper, rocking in bit by bit. He wanted her to take him, all of him. Wanted to be deeper in her than he’d ever been, but he couldn’t hurt her. Not in this, not in anything.

She reached down and grabbed his ass, pressing her fingernails into his flesh as she urged him on. “It just keeps coming.”

“No one has even started coming.” He sank into her balls deep, pleasure spiraling through his body as he anchored himself there.

Her lids fluttered and she licked her lips as she started to rock against him. “I might be. I’m too full of cock to tell.”

His breath quickened as she found her rhythm, her eyes rolling back in her head. He grabbed her hips and pressed deeper, loving the way she started to unravel.

Her breath came in uneven pants, and she stretched her arms overhead as she writhed beneath him. Her deep moans vibrated through him, knotting his balls tight.

Tiny quivers rocked him first and her pussy tightened and squeezed as her orgasm built from tremor to earthquake. He held on, rocking into her to keep her coming. Until she screamed his name.

He’d dreamed about that sound, and it triggered something primal in him. Like a beast unleashed, he pushed into her, then pulled out completely and dove in again. And again. Each stroke harder than the last.

Until she arched her back and screamed again, her pussy grabbing him, flexing so tight the release of her spasms had him coming. And coming. Buried deep within her, the spurts of his come erupting.

He’d never had sex without being wrapped in latex, and he wondered if that was what made this so good his legs gave out. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the desktop as he took her lips in a kiss of pure gratitude.

She arched and stretched as she came down, her eyes glazed over in pleasure. She looked sated and sleepy, but he wasn’t about to tuck her into bed. Not until he’d thoroughly enjoyed everything she had hidden under her dress.

“Are you still loaded?” Her full lips tilted in a grin and she squeezed him with her inner muscles.

“You up for another round already?” He kissed her smile, then knit his brow, unsure how to proceed. He knew how to withdraw and dispose of a condom quickly, but Holly didn’t seem to be in any hurry.

“I told you I wanted a bed.” She reached up and scratched his beard, which he still hadn’t bothered to get rid of. “I wish you would have listened to me and shaved.”

“Are you going to pick out my clothes next?”

“You have great style when you bother with clothes. Shorts don’t count, especially when you used your cock to hold them up.” She squeezed him again, and damn it all to hell, he was locked and loaded.

Not willing to wait a second more, he lifted her into his arms, loving the way she squealed and hugged his neck, wrapping her body against his. He didn’t bother with the lights as he strode through his office, focusing on the bedroom beyond.

The moon glowed like a beacon, shadowing the space in soft light. He set her on the bed, laid her back against the pillows and followed her down.

Chapter Fifteen

“Meet you there in twenty. A real twenty, not island time.”

Harm’s deep voice floated through her sleep-deprived brain. Holly tugged at the soft sheet, the tell-tale ache in her muscles a reminder that every time she went for the sheet, Harm took it as a wake-up call. Her cheeks tightened as her swollen lips tilted in a smile.

“Good idea. Bring her. Holly will love her. Don’t be late because I’m not in a waiting mood.”

Curiosity had her opening her eyes, the pale light of early morning surrounded Harm’s muscled form as he stared out the wall of windows. She propped her head on her hand and enjoyed the view. He’d showered and his thick, dark hair was slicked back and curling slightly at the nape of his neck. She’d been so caught up in being with him last night, she hadn’t had time to ogle.

The definition in his back made her want to offer up a massage, just so she could enjoy the feel of his power beneath her hands. He rolled his shoulders and the muscles rippled all the way down his tanned back to the pale skin that usually stayed hidden beneath his shorts. She couldn’t believe she’d shared a bed with a man who had an ass like that. But she had, the tiny red crescents marring his perfect flesh were from her greedy fingernails.

She’d been so frustrated and confused by him for the last week, but when they’d come together all her uncertainty had detonated into pure passion. In seeking him out last night she’d hoped he could work his seductive magic until she felt confident and sexy enough to pose today. It worked, but only to a point.

There was no way she’d get through the day without thinking of sex. Her body held tight to that dull ache between her thighs that both reminded and excited. And Harm was pure sex. She blinked and felt her eyes widen in confirmation of what she thought she saw. The man was hung like a moose, his cock dangling between his legs.

He turned his head, a you-loved-every-minute-of-it grin lifting his lips. He rubbed a finger along his now clean-shaven jaw. “Are you awake,
schatje
?”

“Barely.”

The heat of a blush licked at her cheeks and neck. His stare made her self-conscious and yet confident at the same time.

He joined her on the bed and pulled an edge of the sheet between his thick fingers. He gave it a quick yank and she let go, knowing if she didn’t, he’d tear it the way he had with her dress last night.

She knew where this was going and stopped him with a hand to his chest. “I thought you had somewhere to be in twenty minutes.”

“We both do. But it’s just next door.” His dark gaze had seemed so warm and passionate last night, but in the light of morning it shone with hard calculation. She knew that look well, had seen it in the mirror often enough.

“Way to dim the afterglow, Prinsen.” Her heart chilled and shrank in her chest. When he’d agreed to help her, she’d promised to give the island rumor mill a new story about him. Pretty hard to upgrade his reputation when they stayed in. He was within his right to do a breakfast with whomever he thought needed to see him playing boyfriend. He’d kept up his end of the bargain, and she’d been stupid to think last night changed any of that.

She was simply another tennis match to him. Not that she had the time or mental energy to deal with anything more. There was a new business to run and he happened to be the person her best friend hated most in the world. She ought to be grateful for the reminder.

“I’d light your fire again, but I fear the wrath of making you late for work.” He leaned back, his hot gaze pouring over her body like a caress.

She reached for the sheet. Let him rip it, she didn’t care. “I do have to work, so I hope this little meet and greet with your friends won’t take too long.”

His brows lowered, two lines forming between them. Confusion clouded his dark gaze, showing the fault lines that cracked through the confidence he showed the world. “They’ve modeled before. Most of them were part of that lingerie shoot you and Sassy think I threw off budget. When you said you didn’t have time to arrange anything with the agencies on St. Maarten, I made some calls.”

Her heart squeezed and she took his hand. She really had to trust the Harm she saw, not the playboy version that had been painted for her. She didn’t want her suspicious nature to hurt either of them. “It’s sweet of you to try and help, but we can’t afford to pay them. Sassy V is just starting and we keep reinvesting everything we make. There isn’t a discretionary fund right now.”

“I called in favors. No one will ask for money.”

“You don’t have to do this just because we slept together. I can handle my business.” She caught herself wringing the sheet in her hands.

“I arranged it before you came upstairs. I would have done the same if it had been Sassy with the problem, so long as she wasn’t running at the mouth. The company that you’re contracted with screwed you. I like to think of that as my job.” He leaned in, gifting her with a brush of lips so quick she doubted it counted as a kiss.

“Are you planning on posing too? Is that why you shaved?” She reached out and ran her fingers along the hard edge of his now-smooth jaw. He’d all but begged to go down on her last night, but beard burn on her thighs did not mesh with a swimwear photo shoot.

“You told me to shave.”

She gave a wistful grin, wishing this fantasy were a reality that would hold. “You’re playing this boyfriend role a little better than I anticipated.”

“I don’t play games.” His dark gaze pierced through her.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny, Harm. No one likes to be punked.” She looked towards the sea so he couldn’t see how much she wanted that to be true. Low tide exposed more of the craggy rocks along the shore than before.

“You’re the one who plays make-believe and makes jokes when you’re uncomfortable.”

“You’re playing
me
, Prinsen. I know it and so do you. I thought we were friends.” She tugged the sheet around her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed.