Desire pulsed inside her, and she merely nodded, unable to speak or respond, realizing for the first time she was in for a sexy, erotic weekend unlike any she’d experienced before.
* * *
Hours later, Macy and Jaxon stepped off Asher Dare’s private plane into the heat of the Bahamas. Though Florida and Windermere Island had similar weather, the plane had been chilled, and Macy was immediately hit by the humidity and heat. Luckily, she’d changed into a pair of fringed cutoff shorts and a loose but cropped top so she could handle the weather.
The ocean, which she’d seen as the plane dipped and readied to land, was pure blue with pale white sand. Utterly beautiful, it was paradise, and she instantly relaxed, knowing she had two full days to do nothing but enjoy.
To her surprise, Jaxon held her hand as they deplaned, and a car service waited to take them to the house, a white mansion with a huge veranda encircling it. The house sat directly on the beach. Given the fact that Asher Dare was a billionaire, this didn’t surprise her. He’d been at the wedding, but she hadn’t had time to get to know him.
A butler – yes, a butler – carried their bags up to the room, and once he was gone, Jaxon gestured for her to step into the hall. Curious, she joined him, only to have him scoop her into his arms. She grasped him around the neck, holding on tight, as he carried her over the threshold.
“Jaxon!” She couldn’t help but giggle at the silly, romantic gesture.
“Since I won’t ever be doing this again, might as well get it right the first time.”
He spoke without thought, and she pushed away the pain in her chest upon hearing his words. He wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know or that they hadn’t agreed upon. Instead she’d enjoy the time she had now.
After he kicked the door behind him closed, he lowered her to the floor and pulled her against him, his lips sealing over hers. The moment their mouths met, she no longer had to worry about anything, because her mind went blank and her body took over. Feeling came before thinking.
Although she never wanted the kiss to end, he broke it off and lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Not wanting to miss out, she grasped for the hem of his tee and did the same thing until she was faced with his tanned, muscular chest. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his warm skin, and the big man shuddered, showing her she had power over him. Similar to the power he had over her.
“I want you naked,” he said, opening her shorts with a flick of his fingers on the button.
She desired the same thing and shimmied out of her shorts, taking her thong along with them. Next came her bra. Then a shake of each foot and her sandals and clothes were in a pile.
“Your turn,” she told him, standing naked before him.
He unhooked the button, slid his hands in the sides, and shed his boxer briefs along with the shorts, also kicking off his shoes.
Before she could take in that naked glorious male body, he picked her up and carried her into a bedroom, depositing her on the bed.
“Now it’s time to consummate this marriage.” His eyes gleamed with sexual intent.
“For a playboy, you’re pretty set on all the traditions of marriage,” she informed him.
From the surprise ring to the official proposal to the big wedding and the something old he’d made sure she had, if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was a true romantic.
He braced his hands on either side of her face, his body weight pressing against her, his thick erection aligned with her sex. Desire flowed through her, pulsing and heavy.
“Condoms are in the suitcase,” he muttered, obviously having no intention of replying to her statement.
He rolled off her and headed for the luggage, returning with more than one packet in hand. He tossed all but one onto the mattress.
He stood by the bed and opened the foil packet, sliding it over his straining shaft before rejoining her on the bed. Kneeling over her, he grabbed on to his cock and slid it back and forth over her sex, being sure to glide over her clit.
Goose bumps prickled over her skin, arousal thrumming inside her. He was sure of himself, and she enjoyed every moment of his ability to make her burn.
She arched her hips, needing him inside her. “Stop teasing me, Jaxon. I want you.”
He slid his fingers through her damp folds. “You do. You’re so wet for me,” he said in a husky voice that revealed how on edge he was.
Positioning himself, he slid the head of his cock inside her and she moaned, reaching for him.
He lowered himself over her, his lips covering hers at the same time he thrust all the way, causing her to see stars. He grasped her hands and lifted her arms above her head and ground his hips into hers, his cock hard and thick inside her.
“Oh, God.” She arched her back, bent her knees, and he began to pump his hips, gliding in and out as she squeezed herself around him, causing him to groan and thrust faster, deeper. They were so joined they might as well be a part of each other, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought.
And then he slid his finger over her clit, pressing down as his cock hit the right spot inside her. She cried out and he caught on immediately.
“You like that? I think I should do it again.” Raising his hips, he slammed into her again and again and again until she was coming, crying out as he thrust once more and stilled, ending on a low, sexy groan.
* * *
Jaxon woke up the next morning to Macy’s mouth around his hard cock, and before he was even aware of his surroundings, he came
