Page 41 of Veiled Fantasies

She tried joking the feeling off. “I bet when it does leave the dock, it’s not just with playboys aboard.”

Erik laughed that deep, vibrating laugh. “Is that the type of boat your company insures?”

He remembered. He cared.

Or maybe he just liked boats. Hadn’t he said something about playing around on lakes as a kid? Probably he just had that universal male gene for big things that move fast.

“We insure a few of those, but mostly smaller boats. More sail than power.” She studied the tablecloth like it was a map of the world, the drink coaster a compass rose. “Unfortunately, it’s just an office job, but someday…” She let it trail off.

The last thing she needed was to get all dreamy, not with these new thoughts flirting with her mind. The marina was hemmed in by fancy buildings and masts, but the sea was close enough to smell. Close enough to promise wide horizons, endless possibilities.

She sniffed again. Was that the scent of the sea or Erik?

His feet nudged hers under the table, prodding her on. “Someday?”

There was so much about someday she could tell.

“Someday I’d like to sail, even just a little boat…” She was letting it get away from her, but with Erik nodding her on, she just couldn’t resist. “A little wooden sailboat to explore with, even just locally.” For starters. “The type you can pack some gear in and escape for the weekend.” Hidden corners, solitude, peace. A good book, a good man. That was her dream.

His eyes were shining as if the image in her mind had projected itself right over to his. “We have that in Sweden,” he said, hushed. “Small wooden boats, quiet little corners to explore…”

Their eyes locked and her mind sailed away on a sea of possibility.

Chapter Fourteen

Even the waiter thumping two pizzas on the table couldn’t break the spell. Jill clung to the magic, hoping it might open a secret window to Erik’s soul.

Like the Icelandic volcano that dominated the news, the man was fire and ice, with molten lava boiling under an frozen-over surface. She loved his hot and wanted to melt away the last vestiges of cold, but if she pushed too fast, she’d end up melting into a puddle, lapping pathetically at his feet. Or set off a new ice age and drive him away.

She closed her eyes on a lovely evening and opened them on another peaceful morning with Erik by her side. She turned and kissed him, ready to slip out of bed and into the shower as soon as she found her way out of the knot they’d spun into the sheets. But somehow, the kiss stuck.

Funny how that happens.

Just one more kiss on the lips.

One more for that continent of a chest.

And the tight cords of his stomach, didn’t they deserve a few?

His navel. Poor little thing. Always overlooked. She worked her tongue around it, feeling his muscles contract. God that felt good, feeling his body struggle to keep still. So close now. Why stop there? Jill stole a downward glance.Still with me?

With her all the way, by the look of it.

She shifted lower. A light kiss to his velvety tip, a lick, and he was erect. She ran her tongue slowly along his length, down and up, delighting in the tremors that rumbled through his body. She teased her lips around his cock and pulled him in, working him gently while she etched the intimacy into her memory. She’d never done this with Roger. Had never wanted to. But with Erik, she couldn’t get enough. Up and down, around.

She felt the power coursing through his body even as he lay very, very still, letting her let herself go. His groans emboldened her to take him deeper and work her tongue in crazy patterns from the tip to the stout base. Suddenly, she was a mathematician, playing with length, circumference, diameter, all the while cupping his balls, marveling at their softness.

Fire and ice. Hard and soft. He had it all.

“Mmm-hmm,” was all she could manage when she finally released him. She dabbed kisses all the way up his chest, ready to hand over the reins.

That he had to pull himself together to do so gave her a satisfying rush. Proof of her effect—her, Jill!—on that incredible body. That was a high in and of itself, one that bridged her through his soft caresses, his fingers exploring her core. Growing ever more insistent until his urgency grew and he hovered over her entrance. The tip of his cock strained at her wet folds, straining for her. When he pushed his hips and slid smoothly in, he kept his eyes locked on hers.

She couldn’t hold back her cry. Bliss, that was what the man created for her, even if it prompted her to release the most wanton sounds of delight.

He withdrew. A hand tugged her leg and looped it over his shoulder before he slid back in with a wicked smile. Out again, all the way.

“Come back!” she insisted, reaching up with her hips.

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