Bared to Him (6 page)

Quickly,
she fell into a sensual, fast rhythm. She closed her eyes and
stroked herself, rough and fast, gasping as her body tightened and
moaning as arousal pooled hot in her belly. Sensual vibrations came
out of nowhere and she jolted as trembling waves of arousal washed
over her. She cried out Gray’s name and imagined him here,
pistoning his thick and long cock in and out of her
pussy.

She spun
out of control, bucked her hips, and melted into the pleasure. A
deep hunger for Gray draped over her and as her climax subsided,
Miranda moaned her distress. She wanted Gray more now than
ever.

Damn! The next time she saw him, she was going to grab him by
his shoulders and demand he make love to her! She was finished
being mad at him.
She wanted
him
. The realization made her laugh and cry
at the same time. It was amazing. She wanted Gray.

She
jolted as white lightning forked out of the sky not more than a
mile ahead of her. Her sexual need disintegrated as an
unexplainable instinct for survival collided over her. A storm had
crept up on her. Not good.

“
Oh crap!” she muttered and began slipping on her clothes.
She’d made it a habit to listen to the daily weather reports on the
marine station. Today, she’d missed it. She’d have to head toward
shore and secure the boat.

A gust of
wind blasted against her almost toppling her over. She steadied
herself and quickly finished dressing. Raindrops began spattering
against her and the deck. The rain was cold and made her shiver.
She grabbed her socks and shoes and slipped them on while she
rushed about battening down the hatches. Then she scampered into
the wheelhouse.

Wind
rattled the windows, making her tense. The yacht rocked under an
exceptionally large swell and she fell onto a padded bench seat.
She gasped as another wave crashed against the bow and a
magnificent white waterfall slashed into the window right in front
of her. The boat dramatically swayed. She struggled to get to the
wheel.

Lightning
flashed and thunder rocketed overhead. Goosebumps sailed over her
flesh. She swallowed a scream. She couldn’t panic. She needed to
keep calm.

She
grabbed tight to the wheel and angled the boat into the
wind.

Anxiety
snapped through her like a live wire and her heart picked up a
tremendous speed. The yacht jarred again and the wheel jerked so
hard against her hands, she almost lost her grip.

Shit
! She’d always thought she was
pretty strong, but maybe she’d been wrong. She could barely steer
the boat.

A wall of
grey water rushed up and pounded against the windows. She lost
sight of the coastline and quickly popped on the radar and compass.
Despite knowing where land was, she found it impossible to steer
the boat closer to shore so she could drop anchor. A creepy feeling
of foreboding snapped in around her. A dark emotion clutched at her
heart.

Would she
ever see Gray again? Was this how her life would end?

Oh
,
Gray
!
Help
me
!

Chapter Four

Gray
could smell Miranda’s fear slice through the lashing wind the
instant his head broke the ocean surface a few hundred yards from
the yacht. Huge swells raised him up and then down. The dawn sky
was dark grey and sheets of silvery rain made it difficult to see
the boat. Because he could now easily breathe the air, he knew he
only had seconds left to propel himself with his
tentacles.

Alarm for
Miranda’s safety made him get to his destination in record time.
Seconds later, he was fully back to human form and scrambling up
the aft ladder. Forceful waves pummelled him, and he struggled to
climb onto the deck.

He was
nude, compliments of the Turn, and the deck was slippery beneath
his bare feet as he ran toward the wheelhouse. Waves lashed over
the bow and slammed into him, making him fall several times. At the
wheelhouse, he cursed when he discovered the door locked. Through
the rain-drenched windows, he made out Miranda’s silhouette behind
the wheel. By the grimace on her face, he could tell she was
struggling to keep the boat from tipping.

He
smacked his fists on the window, hoping she could hear above the
roar of the wind. He was contemplating heading forward to get into
her view, when she spotted him. Relief splashed over her
features.

It was at that second he made his decision. She
would
be his life-mate, no
matter what. She was so beautiful in her defiance at not allowing
the storm to take the yacht. She was a true sea warrior.

A moment
later, she opened the door.

“
I couldn’t get to the shore,” she gasped. She looked tired and
scared, totally opposite of how beautiful she’d looked while she’d
masturbated on the bow earlier. He’d stayed above water for as long
as possible, but his need for air had forced him back
under.

“
You did good. Real good. Go, have a seat. I’ll take over,” he
commanded.

When she
hesitated, he grabbed her hand, tugged her to a lounge seat, and
forced her to sit. He buckled the seat belt snugly over her hips
and rushed to the wheel.

“
Enjoy the ride!” he shouted as he took the helm. He hoped his
upbeat voice would inject some courage into her, but she merely
smiled weakly.

Immediately he got to work. About an hour later, he’d safely
tucked the yacht in a sheltered inlet.

* * * *
*

For the
first time in hours, Miranda allowed herself to relax. They were
both safe and it seemed as if the storm had eased, although as she
stared out the window toward the west, huge dark gray clouds
continued to roll and lightning flashed.

As Gray
sat down on the bench seat beside her, she shook her head and held
out her hands to show him they were trembling.

“
Thank, God, you came when you did because I was just about to
give up…”

He placed
his finger on her lips, silencing her.

“
The boat is secure. We shouldn’t have any more problems.” His
voice sounded so confident that it sent a calming vibe straight
through her.

Up until
a few minutes ago, she’d been too terrified to think of anything
but survival. She’d barely noted he was naked. Now that they were
safe, his dominating scent captured her full attention.

“
Are you okay?” he asked.

Concern
riveted his face and he grabbed her hands. His grip was strong and
hot and she welcomed how sweetly he squeezed her fingers with
reassurance.

She
nodded.

“
I think so.”

“
We’re safe. Repeat after me. We are safe.”

She
giggled. “We are safe.”

“
Come on, let’s get you to bed. You look tired,” he
whispered.

He pulled
her easily to her feet. She seriously thought he would let her go.
He had, after all, been avoiding her and she’d been avoiding him
and…

“
I was watching you…earlier…on the deck.”

His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her. Heat fused
her face. Her instincts had been correct. He
had
been watching her
masturbate.

“
And I liked what I saw, Miranda. If I had been able to, I
would have pulled you right into the water with me, and fuck you
like I know we both want.”

She
trembled at the lust thickening his voice.

“
But we both know I shouldn’t…” he whispered.

Disappointment rocked her. She sensed he was about to let go
of her hands, but Miranda stopped him by leaning against him. She
inhaled sharply as his hard muscle heat pressed in around her
breasts and belly and everywhere his body touched.

The solid
knot of his erection pushed boldly against her lower belly and she
moaned at the hot spiral of sensations pooling in her
pussy.

Oh, no.
There was no way she was going to let him go this time.

“
I want you,” she whispered.

Amazement
lit up his face. Before he could verbally respond and tell her any
number or reasons why they shouldn’t make love, she moved her head
closer, and kissed him. His body jerked and an erotic groan tore
from somewhere deep in his chest. The guttural sound sent a frenzy
of sensual shivers shooting through her.

She
raised her hands and cupped the back of his neck. She kissed him
harder. He responded quickly, his lips sliding tenderly over hers.
Sweet tingling sensations snapped through her. Need uncoiled deep
inside of her.

His kiss
turned demanding. Her body tightened as pleasure, sharp and tight,
arced through her. His unique scent poured off him in dark,
tantalizing waves, wrapping around her like a net, capturing
her.

Suddenly
her feet left the ground as he lifted her into his arms.

Oh my!
Hard muscles pressed against her body and his eyes looked so dark,
it made her breath back up.

“
I’m going to show you what a real fantasy should be like,” he
whispered as he strolled across the deck. He carried her down the
stairs and along the companionway into her room. She thought he
would toss her onto her bed and start fucking her as she craved;
instead, he brought her into her bathroom and gently placed her on
her feet.

“
Get naked and get the shower running,” he whispered in a
hoarse voice. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

She
blinked as he quickly left. For a split second, she wondered if
maybe she was having another one of her wicked sexual fantasies.
Then she noted the towel she’d used to dry herself from her last
shower was still strewn on the floor exactly where she’d left it,
after she’d forgotten to pick it up.

Somewhere
in the yacht, she heard a door close. Gray. What was he up to? Why
had he left? Had his leaving just been an excuse because he’d had
second thoughts? But he’d told her to get naked and here she was
stalling.

She
moaned softly as she removed her clothing, realizing that her skin
felt ultra-sensitive pretty much all over her. She was naked now
and she’d just turned on the shower water to a nice toasty
temperature, when she sensed Gray had come into the
room.

His sexy
salty scent drowned her in arousal and scattered all her thoughts
away. As she turned to face him, her breath caught as she noticed
he held some condom packages in his hands. Ookay, this was
definitely not a fantasy dream.

He nodded
to the shower.

“
Get in,” he instructed.

His
heated gaze had her moving swiftly into the shower. The steaming
water cascaded over her face and shoulders and the rest of her,
pummelling her sensitive flesh. She could feel his body heat
wrapping around her as he stepped into the large-sized stall behind
her.

“
Turn around and face me,” he said. As she did, the water from
the shower jets massaged the tight shoulder muscles she’d gotten
from gripping the steering wheel. She noted he’d placed the condom
packages on a nearby soap dish, within easy reach.

“
I have been wanting this forever, Miranda. I’ve been craving
you, watching you, smelling your sexy scent.”

He fell
silent as he grabbed a bar of soap and began soaping her right
shoulder. His touch was tender as he rubbed her flesh, paying
particular attention to an especially tender muscle. A moment
later, he soaped her other shoulder.

“
I bet your arms are sore from fighting that storm.”

“
I’m sore from needing you. Inside me,” she replied. No use in
being coy. She wanted him and she was going to get him.

He
grinned. It was a sexy grin that made her heart burst with
something she could only call as happy love.

“
I’ve been sore for months, baby. Listening to you masturbate
in your bedroom at night does a lot of cold showers for
me.”

Oh my.
He’d known she was masturbating. Now, that was
embarrassing.

Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world, he ran the
bar of soap over and around, and under her left breast. Then he
came toward her nipple. He lathered soap over it, and then teased
her nipple by plumping and tweaking it until pleasure pain exploded
and she was gasping. Then he moved to her other breast doing the
same.

“
Listening to your sexy little whimpers while you slept and
hearing you call out my name was too much for me to take the other
morning. And your scent when you are aroused…”

She
followed his gaze as he looked down. She blew out a tense breath
upon discovering his erection was an angry red. The thick length
was angling up toward his belly. She’d forgotten how huge his shaft
could get. Her lips tingled as she remembered how his penis had
stretched her mouth and pulsed against her tongue when she’d orally
taken him.

She
inhaled as he rubbed the bar of soap over her belly and then her
abdomen. The water that sluiced over her shoulders allowed him to
lather the soap into a slippery lube-like substance. He massaged
his hands down her body in circular motions. Having his fingers
smoothing over her skin was both electrifying and
exciting.