Page 126 of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds

Jason was perfect.

Tight, lean muscles. Tan, from both heritage and time in the sun. His hair had dried curlier than usual after our swim. His expression was part desire, part whimsy, part earnestness. He wanted to make me happy. It was etched across his face. He seemed both confident and cautious at the same time—or I was seeing a reflection of my own wants and fears.

Jason was perfect in his imperfection. He had a two-inch scar on his abdomen where his appendix must have been removed. His face wasn’t perfectly symmetrical—his right eye closed a little more than his left. His nose had been broken at least once,the bridge slightly bigger than it should be. But all those minor imperfections gave him character and made him more gorgeous.

I might have stared too long, because he put his hands on my face and said, “You okay?”

“Perfect,” I said breathlessly.

He smiled slightly, a crooked, perfect smile, and kissed me.

We fell to our knees, and he pushed the robe off my shoulders. The cool ocean breeze made me shiver, so he pulled me to him. “If you’re too cold—” he began, then put his mouth on my breast and his hand between my legs, and I would have fallen over if he wasn’t supporting me.

The boat rocked beneath us, and soon we were adding to the movement as Jason murmured, “You first.”

“No,” I said, my voice raspy as his fingers worked magic. “Together.” I gasped as one finger slowly penetrated me.

“You first, then together.”

Two orgasms? I had never had two orgasms in one night. None of my boyfriends seemed to care after they had one, and I figured I was lucky to get one in the first place. I must have tensed, or he might have read my mind.

He dropped his hand, and I groaned. He turned me to face him and said, “Want to go for three?”

“I don’t—I don’t think I can.”

“Four.”

I laughed. It was a strange sound, not really a laugh, sort of a yelping giggle as I moved closer to him.

“Are you daring me?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“Of course not.”

“You are,” he said. “I don’t know if I told you, but I’m very competitive.” He kissed me as we knelt against each other. Then he put his hand back between my legs and slowly inserted one finger. Then two. His thumb touched my sweet spot, and I gasped and tried to pull away, the sensation of his fingers almost too much. But he held me close, his mouth on mine, warm, as urgent as his fingers, the boat moving, rocking gently beneath us, and I arched my back as I exploded.

He held me tight as the wave of heat rushed through me and turned me to mush. I looked up at the stars, my vision blurred. He was kissing my neck, soft kisses. Then he licked the tender spot behind my ear, and I shuddered.

“Oh, my. Oh, Jason. I. Wasn’t. Expecting. That.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had me on my back, tucking my robe under my head. I stared at him, the stars all around his silhouette, and knew he wasn’t joking about a second orgasm. I wanted him fully, and I would do anything he asked at that moment. My mouth parted, and he leaned over me. “You’re beautiful, Mia.”

It might have been a line, but I’d already had one orgasm, and he could feed me any line he wanted if he could coax out another one.

“You’re uncomfortable,” he said.

“Huh?”

I couldn’t feel much of anything but Jason’s body on mine.

The roof of the cabin was about the size of a double bed. He kissed me, then rolled over, taking me with him, so I was on top.

“Better,” he said.

Having all this access to him and his body was rather intoxicating. I didn’t know what to touch first, so I touched everywhere, moving my hands slowly down his chest to his thighs, brushing them against his warm, hard penis. His hand started moving frantically around the deck.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“Condom. Pocket. Now.”

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