Page 45 of His Captive
“Okay, I’ll do you if you do me,” I tease, bumping him with my hip. “Can’t have you getting burnt to a crisp, either.”
“Deal,” he chuckles, leading me onto the boat.
The top part of the mini-yacht that is enclosed in glass is set up like a lounge. There are stairs that lead down, and I can see at least one bedroom down there. Too bad we won’t be spending any time there. I wouldn’t mind his lips on my skin again—I’d even open myfuckingmouth, despite the discomfort I’m feeling today.
“Do I get to drive?” I joke as Massimo starts the engine.
“If you want,bambina,” he says, shooting me a glance. “Let me get out in the open water so you won’t hit anything except fish.”
“Oh, I was just kidding,” I laugh. “I don’t want to drive. I’d rather watch you drive and have a glass of wine.”
“That’s fine, too,” he chuckles, gesturing to the basket. “Pick a bottle and pour two glasses.”
“Drinking and driving, hmm? Is it okay when it’s a boat?” I tease, opening the basket and looking at the options.
“I don’t plan to get drunk,” he explains. “Besides, like I said, there’s nothing to hit out here except fish.”
I laugh as I open the basket, but my laughter trails off when I see the new corkscrew. It reminds me of what happened to the last one, and I shudder, but shake it off.
After uncorking the wine, I pour two glasses and carry one over to Massimo. He takes it with a nod, and I clink his glass with mine, even though there’s no toast.
“Not much further, then we’ll drop anchor,” Massimo says, sipping his wine. “The water is clear enough to see everything, and there’s usually some dolphins in the area.”
“But no sharks, right?” I ask apprehensively.
“Not in the shallow water,” he confirms. “You have to go into the deep water for that. We’ll get there. But first, sunscreen.”
“You’re not going to spank me if I strip down to my swimsuit, are you?” I tease, bumping him with my hip again.
“I might,” he smiles, playfully swatting my bottom. “But it won’t be punishment.”
Massimo watches as I peel off my t-shirt and remove my jeans. My swimsuit is fairly modest, considering what I’ve seen other women walking around in at the resort. Mine even has a frilly skirt, although it doesn’t cover much.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” Massimo exhales sharply, clicking his tongue like he’s pondering something.
“Are you sure you want to throw me in the ocean with the dolphins?” I glance toward the stairs. “There’s a bedroom down there.”
“Tempting, but I promised you an excursion,” he says firmly, walking over and removing the sunscreen from the basket. “Nowbe a good girl and hold still, so I can put my hands all over your gorgeous body.”
I bite my bottom lip and grin. Massimo squeezes sunscreen into his hands, rubs them together, and walks over. I whimper from the coolness and his callused touch when I feel his hands. They feel so good on my skin. I’d be fine with skipping the dolphins, but I’m not going to argue. I’m grateful for the time we have together, even if it is limited.
Massimo’s hands roam across my body, making me tingle until I struggle to hold still. Even this is enough to make me crave more. When his hands finally make it to my legs, I lift my skirt, giving him full access to everything below the waist. I manage okay until his hands move to my inner thighs and my breath gets caught in my throat. When they finally rub across the skin where my inner thigh meets my pelvis, I let out a gasp.
“I don’t think I have to worry about the sun there,” I tremble out.
“Never can be too careful,” he says, kissing right above my clit before moving his hands to my other leg.
A tingle of arousal makes my core clench. I fight against the urge to throw a leg across his shoulder and beg him to see if I still taste the same as I did the last time he was between my legs. A pleasant thought, but I’m not that brave. It took everything in me to make my request last night. I’m surprised I managed to say it, but I’m saying a lot of things I don’t normally say. Massimo is rubbing off on me, and I don’t mean the sunscreen.
“Alright, that should take care of you,” he says, applying some to my face and smearing it until he’s satisfied.
“Your turn,” I say happily, taking the sunscreen from him. “Strip!”
“Don’t order me around, little girl,” he growls, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he finally smiles. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”
“Am I?” I ask, squeezing the sunscreen into my palm. “Doesn’t seem to save me from the spankings.”
“Even cute girls need their ass turned red every now and then,” he chuckles, pulling off his shirt.
