Take Me If You Dare (8 page)

“My dad could tell I wouldn’t let the horse thing go, so he sent me to a dude ranch for three weeks that summer. He thought the hard work would turn me off. It did at first. The 5:00 a.m. wake ups and shoveling horse manure in the barns wasn’t my idea of a five-star vacation—even back then I liked to be comfortable when I traveled.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jackson waved a hand toward the villa. “Some people like to be pampered, some like adventures. To each his own.” Not that he’d ever been on a real vacation, but he’d thought about it a lot the last few years. Funny that those thoughts actually had been about a beach with a beautiful woman and crazy umbrella drinks.

“True.” She pushed her hair behind her ears. “I eventually fell in love with those horses. Funny thing is, my dad’s plan worked, but not in the way he expected.

“After caring for the animals I realized it wouldn’t be fair to a horse because I wouldn’t be able to ride every day, and we didn’t have stables close to the house so someone would have to drive me to wherever we boarded him. I’d already named him Wind.” She snorted. “That’s such a dumb name, even for a fictional horse. It wasn’t practical and I knew that. I cried when I left that ranch, even though I was beat up and bruised from all the work.

“My dad was surprised when I told him that I didn’t want a horse after all, and I explained why. I was so practical about it all, that my dad bought me a puppy. Enter Terry the Terrible.”

Jackson squeezed her tighter. “That name still cracks me up.”

“At first he traveled with us, but he hated it. That’s when I decided to stay home with Layla, and began going to a real school.” She stepped away from him. “There I go again telling my life story.”

“I like hearing about your past,” Jackson told her and he meant it. “I want to hear more, but it sounds like the
food is on the way.” He’d heard the table rolling down the hill a few seconds ago.

She turned around to watch as the waiter moved everything into their villa. “How do you do that? I saw him rolling that cart and I still didn’t hear it. Maybe I need to get my hearing checked.”

He kissed her ear and nibbled at the lobe. “Your ears are exquisite.”

She giggled. “I’m serious. Really, you have to teach me how you do that. On the beach this morning, I could hear those people talking but no way could I concentrate enough to understand the conversation.”

“I promise I will impart as much wisdom as I can, but for now, let’s go eat.” He playfully patted her butt.

Her stomach chose that moment to growl again, and Jackson couldn’t help but laugh. Wrapping his arm around her he guided her back toward their villa and the specially ordered feast. She had no idea what was in store and Jackson’s body tensed with anticipation. She wanted a sexy tropical vacation with a stranger and he was the right man to give it to her.

They were both in for the night of a lifetime.

A
BEAUTIFUL TABLE WITH
white linens, silver, crystal, china and tiny votives had been set in front of the windows of the villa where a gentle breeze cooled Mariska’s skin. A romantic dinner fit for a queen, but she had issues with the man across from her.

“Okay, Jackson, really. Did you learn nothing from breakfast?” She stuck her fork into a piece of lobster and dipped it in butter. Savoring the tasty goodness, she closed her eyes.

“If you don’t stop moaning like that every time you take a bite, we’re never going to make it through the meal.” His voice was tight with need, and Mar liked that she was responsible for his lack of control. “What do you mean about breakfast?”

“We stuffed our faces at breakfast, and I fell asleep. I refuse to let that happen again.” And if they didn’t make love soon she would go insane. Or explode from desire. Either way it would be messy.

His blue eyes raked across her face greedily, down to her chest and then back. “Do you really think I have any intention of letting you sleep?”

“I hope not.” Her voice came out a whisper. The promise of his words sent her libido into overdrive, and she no longer trusted herself to speak. She took another bite of lobster, licking the butter from her lip with her tongue.

Jackson gave her a strange look. “It’s getting chilly in here.” Standing, he closed the doors and pulled the curtains closed.

Mar took another bite of lobster and pushed her plate away. “That’s it for me. I can’t eat any more,” she complained.

“I needed to make sure you had plenty of protein to sustain you the next few hours.” Jackson’s voice was low and sexy.

“Hours?” Mar couldn’t hide her excitement.

“Yes. In fact, that’s a beautiful dress, but I think it’s time you took it off.” The words were said so nonchalantly that she wondered if she heard him right. Mariska’s heart stopped for a second, her nipples hardened.

“Is that an order, Jackson?” Her voice was deeper and sexier than she’d ever heard it.

His eyes widened with surprise, but he recovered quickly. “Yes, Mariska, it is.” His husky tone sent a shiver of delight through her, and it was all she could do not to hop on his lap and ride him into tomorrow.

Standing wasn’t easy since her legs had turned to liquid rubber, but she did what he asked, hands shaking slightly as she undid the knot holding up her dress. It fell into a pool of fabric at her feet. She stepped out of it and reached down to put it on the back of the chair. She stood before him, bare-breasted in a lacy black thong and nothing else.

They may have eaten a fabulous meal, but the look in his eyes was one of pure hunger. As the air touched her breasts they tightened even more. She almost put her hands over them, but stopped herself.

He watched her for a moment, taking in the panties and lingering over her chest.

Mariska gave it back to him, pausing when she saw the large bulge in his shorts. She’d already had an effect on him and that knowledge gave her power.

“What do you want me to do now?” She lifted her arms above her head and stretched her back.

She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Lay down on the bed.”

Mariska made a show of bending over and pulling down the lightweight blanket and sheets that covered the bed. She propped the pillows in the center of the headboard and then positioned herself against them.

“Is this okay?” She gave him a Cheshire cat grin.

Jackson’s eyes devoured her and she couldn’t keep the blush from creeping onto her cheeks. “I don’t know how you found me, but I’ll thank the gods for the rest of my life,” he said. “You are one exquisite creature.”

Mariska’s body trembled with anticipation. Her panties were now drenched and she wondered how long he’d play this game. The only thing she needed was his ginormous cock inside her, pounding away. Ever since she’d touched him this morning, she’d wanted him sliding in and out of her. “I’m pretty sure you were the one who found me,” she said playfully.

“Ah. You’re right. Good move on my part.”

Sliding off his shirt, he stood over her.

Mariska was afraid she’d scream if he didn’t hurry.

After moving the rolling table they’d dined on nearer the bed, Jackson lifted the silver top off one of the dessert dishes and revealed warm fruit compote with whipped cream.

“Lose the thong,” he said before he turned around.

Again, she did as he ordered, tossing the black lace on the chair where she’d left her dress. She had no idea what he planned but the last thing she desired right then was food.

Jackson stuck his fingers in the dessert and grabbed a slice of kiwi. Sliding it across her lips, he offered it to her. She sucked it off his fingers, licking the juice as she did. He took his middle finger and dipped it into the cream, and then bent down as he painted her pussy with it.

Mariska shuddered with pleasure, her back arching, and his fingers continued their manipulation.

The fire in her lower body built quickly and she moved her hips in motion with his fingers. When he stopped to grab more food, she whimpered.

“No,” she cried, her body aching with need.

“No, what?” His fingers stopped a few inches above her heat.

“Jackson, don’t stop, please,” she begged.

“I have no plans to stop for a very long time.” He put whipped cream on her pussy and then devoured her with his mouth. As he sucked and licked her hotness, Mariska shuddered with pleasure over and over. Then his teeth found that tiny nub and worked her so that she bucked against his face. He held her hips in his hands and used his mouth to drive her over the edge.

Mariska could no longer think. All she could do
was feel. When he pumped two fingers into her as he nibbled her, the tension in her body snapped and she rode the wave of pleasure into a shuddering release.

“Ohh.” She could say nothing else.

When she finally opened her eyes she saw his hand in the whipped cream again. This time she came the second his teeth found her nub. “Jackson, please. I need you,” she growled. She came so hard she grabbed his head and forcibly pulled him up her body.

Jackson moved up over her and kissed her. She could taste the cream mixed with her on his mouth. She reached down to slide her hand around his cock but he pulled away from her. “Not yet, baby.”

“Jackson,” she begged again. “I need you in me now.”

“I know what you need.” Grabbing the hot fudge, he dipped a finger in and then teased her mouth. This time she sucked it like she would his cock.

When he groaned, she knew he understood exactly what she wanted.

Finally he removed his finger and dipped it into the hot fudge again, sliding it in circles around her nipples. Then he set the bowl down and lay next to her. His tongue swirled around the nipple, licking her, and when he nipped lightly, her hands fisted the pillows around her.

“Mmm,” was all she could say.

His hand slid down and he rubbed his finger on the already overstimulated nub. Between his tongue and his hand she was shuddering with another orgasm in seconds.

“Jackson,” she cried out. “Please, now.”

Reaching for a condom from the box, he handed it to her. In her excitement she almost couldn’t get the package opened. Finally she ripped it open with her teeth.

Before sliding it on, she pushed down the bed so she could taste him. Suckling his cock in the same way he did her tit, sliding her tongue down the length of him. She loved watching him grow even larger and took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

This time it was his hands that went into her hair.

“Mar,” he whispered and she knew he fought for control. She wanted him to come in her mouth right then, but she didn’t think the rest of her body would forgive her.

Backing off, she pulled the sheath over his now slick cock.

Jackson rose up on his knees and positioned himself between her legs. Lifting them so she could wrap herself around him as he plunged into her. Mariska grabbed the top of the teak headboard with her hands and thrusted against him. They fit so perfectly, it was as if they’d been made for each other.

“Yes,” she cried as he pounded in and out, seeming to know that she needed it hard. When he slowed she whimpered again.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Jackson ordered.

“No. Jackson, please.”

“I will, Mar. But you have to touch yourself for me.”

The way those gorgeous bedroom blues begged her there was no way she could ever tell him no. And in that moment she would do anything for him.

Mariska obeyed, letting go of the headboard and running her right hand across her breast and down to her sex, where he began pumping her hard and fast.

The heat in his eyes made her brave and she began rubbing her nub in concert with his thrusts in and out. He pounded her so hard, it was as if every nerve in her body could feel his cock moving inside her, driving her mad. She tightened her legs around him. When he increased the pace and she could feel every inch of him inside her, her body became one tight nerve.

“Come for me, baby. Come on.” His words urged her to go faster and faster, her body ached for release. Mariska was so overcome by the sensation that when the orgasm hit she shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Stay with me.” His voice strained, he continued to ride her, building her up one more time to a final crescendo that almost made her lose consciousness. She seriously saw stars for a second.

The only thing that centered her was the look of pleasure mixed with possession in Jackson’s eyes as he claimed her. Tears burned in her eyes at the joy she saw as he thrust one last time.

She hadn’t noticed they spilled over until Jackson suddenly stopped and gave her a guarded stare.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

At first she couldn’t speak and closed her eyes. Her body limp and languid, she remembered to smile.

“I—I am happier than I’ve ever been in my life.” She whispered the words and then reached up to him, pulling him into a kiss.

His furrowed eyebrows said he didn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”

“Silly man. I think people in Kentucky know how good I am right now. I only hope no one comes to investigate what we were doing. Did I really scream as loud as I think I did?”

His smile actually reached his eyes. “Yes, you did.” She could tell he finally understood that she was beyond okay.

She breathed a happy sigh. “You are wonderful.”

“I think the title of wonderful goes to you.” He used his thumbs to wipe away the last of the moisture from her cheeks. “Come on, let’s go rinse off.”

Mar wasn’t sure she could get any of her muscles to cooperate. Her body was one giant pleasure puddle. When she didn’t move immediately he scooped her up. Thinking he would take them to the shower, she was surprised when he headed to the front door.

“Jackson, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to rinse you off?”

She grabbed his chin with her fingers. “But I’m naked, we both are.”

“Do you care, baby? Really? It’s dark, and this part of the beach is ours. Let’s make the most of it. Besides, we need to clean up fast.”

“Why is that?” She gave up her modesty and let him carry her outside.

“We have five more desserts to go.” He waggled his eyebrows and ran into the ocean.

Mariska squealed, but it wasn’t from the cool water.