Page 15 of Booked for Summer

‘Yours is better.’

She smiled before sliding back a little onto his thighs. Just as he was about to complain, her hands dived into his shorts, finding him easily because he was that hard, that ready to burst out and take her. ‘Holy crap, boats and cars, it’s not the same.’

He grunted and pushed further into her grasp, his mind dizzy with lust. ‘What?’

‘You know, fast cars are driven by men with small dicks.’ Her hand ran up and down his length, her soft touch a direct contrast to his raging hardness. ‘But fast boats are clearly driven by men with frigging enormous ones.’

Christ, he was laughing, despite the fact his balls were ready to burst. ‘Not drive,’ he rasped. ‘We established that.’

‘Yes, sorry. It must be the fact I have this steel rod in my hands, it’s making me forget.’

Control officially snapped, he gazed into her eyes. ‘I want to make you come. Can I do that?’

She bit into her bottom lip. ‘Please.’ Her fingers grasped him tighter and he shuddered, full on shuddered like it was the first time a woman had held him.

Slipping his hands beneath her lacy underwear, he found her drenched core, igniting another bolt of lust. ‘You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.’

Red stained her cheeks and she ground down on his hands. ‘Thank you. But if that’s true, you need to get out more.’

Sex could be moody, at times strained, intense. Two people trying desperately to get themselves and each other off. It wasn’t fun. Wasn’t something to be laughed at, yet here he was, sporting a smileandan aching erection.

He wanted to lift her up and onto him, to plunge into her soaked depths. No, wait, he’d taste her first and then plunge. While his fevered mind ran through all the things he wanted to do to her, her hand began to tug at him, her grip the perfect combination of soft and hard, soft skin, hard hold. Fuck,this, having her on his lap, staring at the most amazing tits he’d ever seen, his fingers sliding in and out of her heat. It was more than enough.

She gasped as he added another finger, his pace quickening… No wait, maybe the hoarse sounds were coming from him? Never had he felt so connected to another human, so immersed in them that he couldn’t think straight. Restlessly he rubbed his other hand over the round curve of her gorgeous ass, squeezing, pulling her further onto him. He didn’t know whether to put his mouth on her breasts, lick at her nipples, or kiss her again. Before he could make up his mind, she made the decision for him, drawing his head to her glorious cleavage. ‘Please,’ she murmured.

As if he needed asking. As ifhewas doinghera favour. ‘Like this?’ He tongued the delicate pink nipples and she gave a moan of pleasure, her hips shifting up and down, driving him crazy. The more he sucked, the more he nipped at them, the harder her hand tugged him. And the tauter the final thread of his control stretched.

‘I’m going to come.’ Her expression turned fevered, her eyes heavy with desire. ‘Holy macaroni, I can’t stop.’

With a final gasp she came, her walls clamping around his fingers, the breathy moans she unleashed triggering his own release.

Seconds passed, minutes, as he drew her against his chest, both of them breathing heavily. He just about had the presence of mind to reach for his T-shirt and wipe his release off her hands.

‘You wrecked me.’ Dazed, he stared at her, taking in the puffy lips, flushed skin. The huge eyes that blinked up at him, all sated and gently amused.

‘Ditto.’

He ran a finger down the soft skin of her cheek. ‘I’ve never been with a woman who says holy macaroni when she comes.’

She smirked. ‘I bet the women you’re used to wear perfume instead of “eau de stale cocktail” and know that boats are sailed not driven. Though why have a steering wheel if you’re not going to drive?’

He let out a low laugh before sliding them both back down onto the sun pad. Of their own volition his arms locked around her, pulling her towards him, feeling her slot perfectly against his side.

‘Just a few minutes.’ She nuzzled his neck, her voice drowsy. ‘Then I promise I’ll go.’

He drew in a breath, felt his body give one long, satisfied exhale, all his muscles relaxed again, languid. His brain switching off as her curvy body nestled further into him. ‘No rush.’

They were the last words he uttered.

By the time he woke, the sun was already up and he was alone on the deck, his body covered by a throw from his bed. It was the longest he’d slept since he could remember.

ChapterSeven

From the desk at the back of the bookstore, Jade watched the seagulls dive-bombing into the shimmering blue sea through the open doorway. Not a bad office backdrop. With a smile to herself, she glanced back at the computer and the document Daisy had put together, listing everything that needed to be done on a daily and weekly basis. She was slowly making her way through it, some of the items easy (make yourself a drink; big tick), some more difficult (check stock levels; she could count, but what was agoodnumber?) and one or two of them made her stomach queasy (review budget, decide which new books to order for following month, devise and implement marketing plan to increase sales).

She got in a pickle working out if she could afford another pink top (yes, obviously), so being responsible for someone else’s money didn’t seem like the best idea. As for marketing plans… she didn’t even know where to start.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming message from her sister.

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