Page 23 of Six Nights in Paradise

Taylor’s sweet scent invaded my senses and I groaned. My mind was hazy, and it was too dark to see her, but I could feel her. Visions from last night came flooding back into my brain and I happily replayed them, enjoying a rerun of the night’s events.

When we finally stumbled back into our villa, our mouths fused together, the taste of plum wine on her lips, we were both ready to indulge in a little one-on-one time.

“I have an idea,” Taylor whispered giddily against my mouth.

“What is it?” I asked eagerly.

“Follow me,” she instructed, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back patio.

She walked over to the outdoor tub and turned the water on before slipping off her shoes. She started to take off her dress, but I stopped her. I’d waited all night to experience the pleasure of undressing her. Nothing was going to keep me from enjoying the task. I leaned down, gathered the material covering her legs, and bunched it in my hands as my lips met her neck. Her skin held a faint salty taste, a combination of sweat and the breeze off the sea. She groaned and her head fell to my shoulder.

I continued to lift her dress ever so slowly, drawing out the near agonizing anticipation. Pulling it over her head, I tossed it to the side and unhooked her bra. I spun her around to face me and knelt in front of her, my mouth even with her hips. She gasped as my teeth grazed her hip bone, trapping the tiny strap of her panties between them. I pulled it down, my fingers hooking into the other side, then kissed across her body until I found her center. Her fingers dug into my scalp when I planted a kiss there at the very top of her seam and my hands made quick work of removing the tiny scrap of material from her body.

Her lids were heavy with desire when I stood and brushed my thumb over her cheek, cupping her face. I pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers and probing inside with my tongue. She let me in, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Get in,” I commanded. She stepped into the tub, turning the water off as she sank down into it. I got in and eased down beside her, our bodies angled toward each other. As soon as my ass hit the porcelain, she was on top of me, kissing me, her hands framing my face. She settled onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips. My dick was trapped between us, pressing against my stomach, or it would have been inside her. It was a good thing he was stuck where he was because he was unsheathed. As bad as I wanted her, as much as I would love to lift her hips and let her sink down onto me with no barriers between us, I couldn’t. That would be completely irresponsible. Her brother was already going to be pissed about us hooking up. He’d be downright murderous if I got her pregnant.

As her hips thrusted and she rubbed against me, I damn near lost all self-control. She wanted a release and I was dying to give it to her. I reached between our bodies, putting a little space between us, and brought her to the edge with my fingers. She fell over it, digging her nails into my shoulders and moaning my name. Shit, that didn’t make this any easier. I grabbed the little bottle of soap with the resort’s logo on it and squirted some into my hand.

“Let me get cleaned up and we can have somerealfun,” I promised her, rubbing the lather into my skin.

She took the soap and did the same, washing up quickly. When she was finished with her body, she started working on mine. Her hands found my erection and stroked over it. I wouldn’t be able to take much more before exploding. I grabbed her arms to still her hands and she frowned.

“If you don’t stop, we’re not going to make it to the good part,” I informed her with a wolfish grin.

“Oh.” Her features relaxed and she stood. Stepping out of the tub, she walked to the door and slid it open, not even bothering to dry off. Her wet, naked skin shimmered in the moonlight as beads of water dripped from her body. I opened the drain and scrambled out of the tub, following her inside.

I came up to her, gripping her hip and kissing her hard before throwing her onto the bed. She squealed in surprise and let out a giggle. I crawled over her body and my kiss swallowed the sound. Grabbing a condom from my drawer, I covered myself before sinking into her. I brought her to orgasm twice before succumbing to my own.

I blinked my eyes open, the memories of last night slowly fading away. My arm curled around Taylor and I pulled her closer to me. I was lying on my side with her back pressed to my front, and I was rock hard from thinking about last night. I slid my hand under her shirt, resting my palm against her stomach. She stirred and mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep but didn’t wake. I let my hand travel up her breast, palming it like I had the morning I pretended I wasn’t dreaming about her. She moaned and arched her back, rubbing her ass against my already aching erection. I sucked in a sharp breath and stilled my hand, gathering my composure for a moment. Once I was a little calmer, I began working my fingers over her nipple, playing with it until it was hard.

“Dalton,” she breathed and arched her back again.

Fuck, I was about to lose it.

“Please,” she begged. I lowered my hand to her waistband and slid inside her little sleep shorts. My fingers parted her, finding her already wet. She was definitely awake now and begging me to touch her. I was happy to oblige.

I grazed her clit with my fingers and she curled her hips forward, chasing a quick release, but I wanted to draw it out, to make her want it more with every passing second. With slow circles and gentle strokes, I continued to work her over with my fingers, trying to ignore my own need. She arched again and I cursed, my dick begging to be unleashed, but I powered through.

I reached lower, pushing my fingers inside, letting my thumb take over just above. She was soaked, her arousal dampening my hand. She was getting close. I could feel the little tremors in her core, her muscles tightening just before the release. She cried out loudly this time, her entire body convulsing.

As soon as my hand was out of her shorts, she rolled over, her eyes blazing.

“Please,” she began. “Fuck me. Now,” she demanded. I rolled on top of her and captured her mouth in a fiery, passionate kiss. I liked it when she got all bossy and demanding. It meant she needed this just as badly as I did. I rid her body of what little clothing she wore and whipped off my briefs before grabbing protection. I slipped easily inside her tight channel, the earth-shattering orgasm I’d given her removing most of the resistance.

I gave it to her fast and hard, relishing the way she screamed my name and begged for more. I’d been fairly gentle with her until now, but her body was getting used to my size, stretching and conforming to accommodate me. I didn’t have to worry about being easy any longer. I didn’t have to hold back. And I didn’t. She was getting the full Dalton James experience this morning.

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“How do you feel about paddle boarding?” I asked, running my fingers up and down Taylor’s bare arm. We were cozied up in bed, still naked, enjoying a lazy morning.

“I’ve never done it before, but it looks like fun,” she answered excitedly.

“I didn’t have anything planned for today, but that’s something you don’t have to book in advance. Wanna try it out?”

She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. “Umm, yes please!” she answered playfully, a huge grin splitting her face.

We ate breakfast and got ready, heading out the door an hour later. We would have been gone sooner, but she taunted me with that red, Brazilian-cut bikini, threatening to wear it paddle boarding. I pinned her to the bed and removed it from her body. Her eyes glowed red hot, not with fury, but with lust. She wanted me again. She did that on purpose so I’d take it off her. And she got her wish.

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