Page 3 of Hot Summer Nights

Chapter Two

Brooklyn couldn’t stop smiling. She was more comfortable in the loose shirt and denim skirt walking beside Channing. Channing. He was great. He liked photography and had traveled the world with his career. She couldn’t care less about the island though it was beautiful as they walked at talked.

“So what brings you to Exotica Island?” Channing asked, as they paused in the center of the island, in front of the tranquil waterfall.

They sat on the water’s edge, dipping their feet in the cool stream. Brooklyn thought about his question, tilting her head to the side as she leaned back on her hands beside him.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve spent most of my life focusing on my career. I’ve always wanted to be a reporter, and it’s not a simple task to actually make it in that business. Now I’m host of a popular news show in Boston. And while that makes me happy, I just needed some time away.” She kicked the water. “To be honest, I needed to get my groove back.”

“Your groove?” His lips tilted in a smile.

Why hide anything now? “Yes, my groove.”

He laughed and placed a hand on her bare thigh. “So you’re like Stella?” The twinkle in his eyes lit up the area around them.

“Don’t make fun of me. I came here to live out my fantasies. You know, do stuff I never get to do.” She pouted. “Sex doesn’t come easy when you’re working sixty-plus hours a week. If I’m not researching, I’m producing, and if I’m not doing that, I’m on camera and—”

“Shh. I was just joking.” He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Relax.”

Relax. Did she even know the meaning of that word? The look on her face must have told Channing “no” because he leaned down to kiss her confusion away. “Do you want to go for a swim?”

“I don’t have my bathing suit.” She watched him stand and begin to take off his clothing.

“Sweetheart, on Exotica Island. The only suit you need is your birthday suit.” Once he piled his clothing to the side, he reached for her hand. “Come on.”

Without thinking twice she stood and let Channing undo the buttons of her shirt. Brooklyn shivered with anticipation, watching him work. His breath fanned softly down on her, his lips a sweet temptation. The man simply lifted his eyes and she creamed her panties.

He ran a finger lightly over her breast and nipple before pushing the shirt she wore to the ground. Her denim skirt was next and then her panties. There was something daring and exciting about standing nude with a virtual stranger in the middle of a public place.

“Is sex outdoors one of your fantasies?” Channing’s fingers roamed her body, lightly caressing her. “Or perhaps sex beneath a waterfall?”

Brooklyn smiled. “I’m not that easy.”

Two fingers slithered between her legs, finding the slick warmth of her pussy. “You sure about that?” He held up the evidence for inspection.

“It’s the damn island.” She grabbed his hand and took one finger into her mouth, licking it clean. “Or maybe it’s just you.” She met his eyes and then sucked her moisture from his middle finger and retracted her lips with a pop. “But it doesn’t matter. You promised me a swim, and a swim is what I want.”

With a smile, she walked past him and jumped into the water. Brooklyn’s intention to cool down her libido faded when she found the water warm, lapping at every erogenous zone on her body. She swam toward the waterfall and ducked underneath. Channing wasn’t too far behind.

“So this is where you plan to take me?” Channing grabbed her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She giggled and turned to face him.

He pulled her hard against his chest for a kiss. Water pelted down around them, shielding them from the outside world like a curtain. With a swift motion, he pressed her back against the smooth wet rock to the side and spread her legs wide to wrap around his hips.

“I want to be inside you, everywhere, all the time.”

With his hair wet and framing his face, Brooklyn couldn’t resist cupping his cheeks and kissing him again. She’d known him for only one afternoon, and she felt the same way. While he braced her weight, she reached down and gripped his thick cock with one hand and began to stroke it.

“Oh, God.” Channing’s head fell back.

Brooklyn leaned forward and pressed her lips against his neck. His shaft swelled in her hand as she kissed him, licking the water droplets from his skin. She ran her thumb across the tip of his cock eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him. Channing shifted in his stance, stepping closer to her, making her hand movements awkward.

“Stop playing.” His words were whispered, his breath hot against her face. He shifted to cup her behind with each of his hands. “Put me inside you.”

Need filled the smoky depths of his eyes, and Brooklyn was helpless to do anything but obey his command. She brushed the tip of his cock down the length of her slit before slipping him inside her welcoming pussy. Channing let out a pent-up breath, positioning Brooklyn against the wet rock wall. And then he thrust completely inside her.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out at the invasion, only to have him heighten her senses even more when he pulled back and pressed inside again. Her pussy was still sensitive from their first time, yet she wasn’t about to stop him. She arched her back, and his mouth found her breast, tasting and exploring a part of her he had yet to discover. Brooklyn fisted her hands in his hair and held him to her as he continued to pump his length into her.

He kissed and licked her, propping one hand on the wall beside her face, the other clenching her ass. What was it about this man that set her body on fire? She was so close to coming she didn’t have the strength or notion to hold back. She squeezed his waist between her thighs as a soft cry of pleasure escaped her lips.

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