And damn it, I couldn’t even be irritated by him. It was such a sweet gesture. Over the top. But sweet.
I closed my hand around his as his fingertips started to slip under the edge of my pant leg.
“What are you doing?”
He leaned in, kissing his way up my neck to my ear. “Thinking seriously about how long it would take to give you an orgasm up here.”
Not long.
I swallowed hard, thinking of the two he’d given me last night. I’d been on the edge of desperate need since we woke up this morning. It had been so natural, and there hadn’t been a bit of nerves between us. We’d started stirring awake, still wrapped together, Chase spooning behind me. I’d turned in his arms and he’d rolled me under him for a kiss.
But my damn dress had been all twisted up around us. A real mood killer.
Then reality had started to sink in. Not nerves over what had happened between us, because hell, yes, I wanted it again. If his hard cock poking into me this morning and the way he kept touching me was any indication, Chase had no regrets either.
So I’d gotten up to get ready for the day and made myself a vow that I wasn’t drinking a lick of alcohol today. Tonight, that man was making love to me, even if I had to do a throw down and cowgirl him.
I pressed my lips together, hiding my grin at the thought. I had no fucking idea what I was thinking. Cowgirl him? What the hell did that even mean?
I squeezed his hand then let go, dragging my fingertips over the back then over to his thigh. I parted my legs a little. “Have at it, then.”
Chase made that growly sound I noticed came out when he was happy about something—usually something to do with me and giving me pleasure. He pulled at my leg closest to him and draped it over his, opening me up more. The arm still around my shoulder hugged me tighter as he turned to me—as much as the seat-lift bar would allow him to, anyway.
“Give me your mouth,” he commanded.
His lips were on me, opening, devouring, kissing me deeply as those naughty fingers pushed into my shorts. He didn’t bother with the leg this time, instead, popping my button and slipping in past the waistband and into my panties.
I groaned into his mouth as he stroked two fingers up and down my pussy, getting me wetter and wetter with each pass.
“You like that?” he whispered against me.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”
“I…” My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t do that, um, dirty talk stuff. Sure it turned me on, but I’d feel silly.
Chase’s fingers stilled, and I realized that if naughty words made me hot, maybe it did the same for him. I was being selfish.
“I like you touching me,” I murmured hesitantly. “I like your fingers on…my…pussy. I want them in me.”
“I’ll give you anything,” he promised.
“Anything? That’s a dangerous vow.”
“I trust you. And you’re my everything. Why wouldn’t I give you whatever you want and need?”
“I trust you, too.”
“Do you?”
I cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth back to mine. “I do. Except…”
“Except what?” he asked, concerned. “Babe, what is it?”
“Well, you promised me this orgasm and you’re not following through.”
He groaned, and his hand started moving again, sliding up and down, flicking or squeezing my clit. Strands of electrified pleasure surged to my core, tightening, preparing for explosive release.
Boldly, I reached over and grasped his cock through his board shorts. I needed to touch him while he was touching me. He groaned the second I made contact, and I felt his length jump. “That’s right. Oh fuck. Squeeze him, Em.”
My fingers flexed. “Like this?”
“Yes,” he hissed. The fingers that had been sliding along my slit worked inside me. Slowly…
“Oh,” I gasped. “It’s so full.”
“Just imagine how this tight little pussy will feel when I get my cock in her.” Said pussy flexed around him, and everything was even tighter.
“Chase,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for. More of those digits? For him to take them out? No, not that.
“I got you.” He started a sedate in and out that was so opposite of the frantic need pulsing in me. “Match me,” he whispered.
I nodded, realizing that I’d stopped moving my hand. Concentrating, I started gliding my hand up and down his cock. I wished I was touching his skin, but stopping didn’t seem like an option. Especially, when his thumb started flicking over my clit. He kissed me hard, capturing all my cries as I came. I squeezed Chase, overcome in my bliss, and his cry echoed mine as I felt him jerk.
His head dropped to my shoulder. “Fuck, Em.”
“I wish you would. Can I have that for Christmas?”
He chuckled into my throat. “You want me to wait that long?”
A few more days? “No! I’ve been a very good girl. I think I deserve it every day until then—and on Christmas, too.”
And the day after Christmas, I’d go home with memories that time would never erase.
Chapter Ten
~ Emerson ~
“I arranged dinner in our room, tonight,” Chase said when we headed back to the cabin at about five. After the morning on the jungle ride, we’d forgone the shopping and come back to the boat. I didn’t want him spending more money on me—though he assured me he was loaded and could take the hit—and I’d yet to experience much of what the ship had to offer.
Since he gave me whatever I wanted, Chase agreed and we spent time wandering the decks. After a quick trip back to our room so Chase could change his shorts, removing the evidence of our passion over the jungle, we’d visited the nightclub at the very top of the vessel, with a phenomenal view of the area behind us. It had been closed, but they allowed people in there to wander and relax away from
