Page 19 of Six Nights in Paradise

“What?” I asked, stunned. I really didn’t want to know any more, didn’t want to hear about what he did with her, but the question was out of my mouth before I could reel it back in.

“That flight attendant,” he began, and I fought the urge to slap my hands over his mouth, “propositioned me. Offered to blow me,” he elaborated. Bile churned in my stomach. Here I’d been fantasizing about him the last four days, and he’d gotten some on the plane ride over. “But I turned her down.”

My eyes snapped to his and I noticed they were so bright and intense, even in the moonlight. “Why?”Shut up, Taylor. Stop asking these questions. You might not like the answers.

“Because I didn’t want her.” He moved closer to me, so close I had to tilt my chin back to maintain eye contact. “I wantedyou.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out because his lips were on mine. One hand cupped my face, his fingertips spearing into my hair as his other arm wrapped around my waist, crushing me to him. My lips parted on a moan and his tongue slipped inside.Thiswas the moment I’d waited for since that fateful night in his SUV all those years ago.

It was over all too soon and I fought back a whimper. He brushed the hair away from my face and studied me. “I’ve always wanted you,” he confessed, and my knees almost gave out.

“Wh-what?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine. “Ever since that night I drove you home from the ball game,” he began, but shook his head. “No, even before that,” he clarified. “But your brother made me promise I wouldn’t go after you. He warned me to stay away and I respected him, respected his wishes,” he said, pain flashing in his eyes. “But I can’t keep that promise anymore.” He looked into my eyes, begging me for confirmation that I wanted this, too.

For the first time since I was fifteen years old, riding shotgun in his car, I closed the short distance between our mouths and kissed him. He groaned into it and squeezed me harder. His hand tangled in my hair and the tension I’d been feeling since we got on that plane four days ago melted away.

His lips crashed over mine, matching the rhythm of the waves pounding against the shore. He nipped and tasted, drawing my body as close to him as possible. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against my belly and I moaned into his mouth. He groaned and lifted me into his arms. My legs clamped around his torso as his hands gripped my ass and he began to walk.

Somehow, we made it back to our villa without ever breaking our kiss. We

ignored the front door and walked right up to our back patio. He carried me inside and slid the door closed behind us. My back hit the mattress and he settled his hips between mine. The press of his erection against my already wet center had my back arching off the bed.

Dalton kissed his way from my mouth to my chest, brushing his lips gently over my chin and jaw, his tongue darting out to taste the skin covering my throat. The front of my dress was yanked down, exposing my bra as the thin straps fell down my arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he pushed the cups down, exposing my breasts. His head dipped and he took one pink tip in his mouth, sucking gently.

“Ah!” I cried out in pleasure. He swirled his tongue around the stiffening peak and my hands came up to grip his hair. He lavished that breast before moving to the next and paying it equal attention. He finally slid down my body and lifted my dress, fingering the edge of my panties.

“I’ve been dreaming about what you would taste like every night,” he confessed, hooking his finger inside the elastic and tracing it all the way down the front panel. My muscles clenched as the back of his finger brushed against me, dampening his skin with my arousal. “I wake up so hard thinking about this sweet,” he began, pushing my panties aside and pushing one finger into my body, “tight pussy.”

I gasped at the sensation and his naughty words. His finger worked in and out of me a few times before sliding up to circle around my clit. My eyes closed, my head pressing back into the mattress as he continued the euphoric motion.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now before this goes any further,” Dalton warned, sliding his finger back inside me. Once my walls were generously lubricated, he slipped a second finger inside and curled them forward.

“No!” I cried, a little too loud. A smile curved his lips, his expression pleased. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded breathlessly. He removed his fingers and I almost shouted at him to put them back, but the words caught in my throat when he started sliding my panties down my legs.Never mind. Carry on, sir.

He watched my face as he slid the fabric past one foot and then the other. Leaning down, he sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me with a ferocity I’d never experienced before. When he leaned back up, his eyes traveled down my body and his pleased expression warmed my skin. I lay there with my dress pulled down and breasts exposed, the skirt hiked up around my waist, and my bottom half completely bare. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, like a starving man admiring a feast before taking his first taste.

His head finally descended, and his lips pressed against my hip bone. I tried to be patient, but my hips began to twist of their own accord, angling my center to his skillful mouth. He chuckled against my skin, my impatience having no effect on his pace. He took his time teasing me, tempting me, increasing my need with every passing second before finally, gloriously, his tongue flicked against my tender bud. I arched off the bed, nearly coming at the first lick after what felt like hours of waiting. His fingers returned to my opening and pressed inside. My orgasm crashed over me quickly, my body trembling with aftershocks.

He kissed his way back up to my breast and stayed there a moment before returning to my lips. “Sit up,” he instructed gently, and I complied. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside before tugging my dress up and over my head. Once it was removed, my hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, concealing my breasts. He pushed the tresses back over my shoulders, exposing me to him once again.

“You’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he praised, admiring my naked form.

Was I dreaming? Did Dalton just call me perfect? This was every teenage fantasy I’d ever had coming true. While most girls were drooling over Taylor Lautner and Channing Tatum, I was dreaming of offering my V-card to Dalton and hoping he’d be the only man to know me intimately.

I finally realized he was still fully clothed. That needed to be remedied immediately. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pushed the material up, exposing his taut abs. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I yearned to lick over every bump of his six—no, make that eight—pack. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it the rest of the way off. I reached for his fly as his hands landed on the button, and together, we had his shorts undone in seconds. I slid them the rest of the way off and he kicked them aside.

Impatiently, I pushed his briefs down over his hips, exposing his impressive erection. I gulped at the size of it, my mouth watering at the same time, eager to taste. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and looked up at him. He watched me with rapt attention, tenderly brushing the hair from my face. I couldn’t wait to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I opened my mouth, covering my bottom teeth and lip with my tongue, and took him in. He hissed out a breath and his fingers tightened in my hair. Holy shit, this was hot.

“Taylor. Fuck.” His voice was strained, but in the best way possible. I worked him over, stroking him with my hand, gliding my lips and tongue up and down his shaft.

“Taylor,” he breathed my name. “Taylor, you’re going to have to stop.”

Why on earth would he want me to stop? I thought he was enjoying this.

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