Page 9 of Price of Paradise

“Gunner, stop talking and just please kiss me again.”

His lips twitched. “Don’t rush me. I plan to savor you.” He zeroed in on the little space between her cleavage. “Freckles,” he murmured, as his tongue dipped out and tasted her there. She arched off the bed, desperate for more, so hungry for his touch all over.

Gunner nuzzled her overheated skin, then stopped long enough to murmur, “Easy, baby girl. Slow and easy.”

Mae didn’t much care for that idea, and her body wasn’t thrilled with it either. “I don’t want easy, Gunner. I want hard.”

Gunner abruptly stopped his playful touches. His hot gaze sought hers in the room dimly lit by the light filtering in from the bathroom. Mae wanted to scream. To beg. Anything.

He reached over and touched a lamp next to the bed. The soft glow brought everything into view. Including Gunner’s big, gorgeous body perched atop hers. Oh, God, was this really happening? Was her boss really about to make love to her?

“You want it hard and fast?” he asked, narrowing his gaze.

Sexy talk was so not her thing. Mae much preferred action to words. “I got the feeling we were both fairly eager here.”

“We are, but I need to take care with you, Mae. At least the first time.”

“First time?” Her heart did cartwheels at hearing his words. The fact he wasn’t just shoving her bathing suit down and ramming into her was further proof that he wanted more than a quickie with her.

“Yeah.” His slow, sinful grin sent butterflies to flight inside her belly. “I’m here for the entire weekend. There are so many things I want to do to you, Mae.”

She let her gaze travel downward. He still wore his button-up shirt. “Let me see you, Gunner. Please?”

“Anything for you,” he murmured, as he moved off her and stood beside the bed. First, he yanked at the buttons, several flung across the room like shrapnel. When the material hit the floor, he wasted no time getting to the fly of his slacks. Before she even had a chance to enjoy the show, Gunner was naked. Mae devoured the sight of Gunner’s muscular chest sprinkled with dark curly hair. The six-pack abs had her practically drooling too. The tantalizing trail of hair that led to his crotch caught her eye, and that was where she lingered. His cock jutted out from his body, full and pulsing with vitality. It was long and thick, and she was desperate to wrap her lips around the bulbous head already dripping with precome. “Wow,” she whispered. Gunner was most definitely not the average Joe.

“As I said, slow,” he reminded her. “We’ll fit I promise.”

“I’ve always thought you were handsome,” she admitted, unable to pull her eyes away from the heavy weight of his erection. “I had no idea you were so…”

He chuckled, then his gaze traveled over her torso. “You’re so damn pretty, you know. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to see you like this.”

Mae reached out a hand. “I’m cold.”

Gunner entwined their fingers and crawled across the bed. “Not for long.”

“Do something about it, please.” She admired the man’s efficiency because within seconds she was lying against the cool blanket completely stripped of her swimsuit. When he looked her over and let loose a low growl, she knew the time for words was over.

Gunner brushed his lips to the pulse in her neck and Mae moaned. “Mm, you taste good,” he offered, repeating the action over and over.

“Gunner.” She dug her fingers into his mass of dark hair to hold him firm while he suckled her skin. She ached to feelthose lips and that tongue lower. So much lower.

As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Gunner inched downward, touching off several little sparks of desire as he went. When his tongue flicked over one erect nipple, Mae nearly shot off the bed. She forgot her misgivings. Her body craved Gunner’s touch. It’d been so long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man, because the only one she’d wanted, the only one who could possibly fill her, was the one lying on top of her.

As if afraid to bruise her, Gunner carefully ran his tongue back and forth over her areola, then sucked her nipple into his warm mouth. She felt the vibration of his hum of satisfaction and the raspy feel of his five o’clock shadow. The sensations tormented her oversensitive skin and fueled the blaze raging inside her. His hands on either side of her body effectively pinned her to the bed. Mae reveled in the intoxicating feel of Gunner surrounding her with his lethal strength.

While he switched to the other breast, Mae marveled at his patience. He appeared to have nothing but time to play and tease. Like he was a king settling in for a great feast with the way he laved at her skin and toyed with all her erogenous zones.

Mae urged him lower with a tug on his hair, and her excitement soared when he obliged, moving his loving torture south. Her body reacted with a flow of moisture to her center. Every inch of her was ready for him to take her.

“Please, Gunner.”

A grunt was her only indication that he’d even heard her plea. He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her naked body. “This body deserves to be worshipped. For hours. Days, even.”

She could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she attempted to answer. “Uh, thanks?”

When his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, Mae gave upany pretense of control over her own body.

“Damn, just look at you. Your slippery little pussy is so ripe. I think I’m going to enjoy making you scream with pleasure.”

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