Caribbean Casanova (6 page)

Something about the way her lips parted and her breath stuttered sent fire racing through his body. She might not say yes, but she wouldn’t say no, and that was enough for him right now.

He whispered her name and her eyes closed, so he brought his mouth to hers. He brushed their lips together then nipped at the ripe softness of her bottom lip. She reached out and stroked his earlobe, then threaded her fingers in his hair.

“Harm?” she whispered before tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue.

He moved to deepen the kiss, but she fisted her hand, using his hair to hold him off. His eyes widened as he stared at her now-serious expression.

“It’s not that I don’t want to climb on top of you and ride you until you scream. But I also want to eat a hot-fudge sundae every night, and neither option is good for me.”

“Think about tonight, not every night. We can decide that later.” His cock thickened in his pants, pressing against the confinement. He resisted the urge to adjust, knowing nothing would make him more comfortable until he was inside of Holly. And he would be. Soon.

He moved to roll on top of her, but somehow she leveraged his momentum until she was atop him. Even better. She pressed her hands at the inside of his elbows, pinning his arms to his sides. He wasn’t sure he could get out of it without hurting her. As much as he hated giving up control, he had to admit it was sexy as fuck.

“Oh, Harm. You can’t get heavy handed with me.” Holly leaned down until her face was inches from his, her long dark hair falling around them like a curtain. With her knees on the outside of his thighs, she pressed her shins onto his.

“Sweetheart, you’re straddling me. Do with me what you will.” He licked his lips and saw her gaze follow the path.

She dipped her head a little more and nudged the side of his nose with hers. Then she fitted her mouth to his and kissed him with exquisite slowness. Little by little, she sampled and tasted, allowing him to do the same. She had a honeyed flavor he couldn’t get enough of that had him lifting his head and trying to get closer.

Holly pulled away and gasped. “You’re doing it, aren’t you?”

“What?” He tried to capture her again, but she held herself above him.

“With your tongue, showing me what you can do?”

He grinned, wondering if he had been. Not consciously, but now that she mentioned it… “Why don’t you find out?”

“Are you always this cocky?”

He lifted his hips and pressed his hardened length against her. “You have no idea.”

Holly wiggled down, adjusting herself until the heat of her core covered the length of him. He groaned and grit his teeth, barely containing the urge to flip her over and bury himself in her.

“There’s a condom in my pocket.” He pushed up into her again, needing the pressure to keep him from going mad.

“We don’t need a condom. I told you earlier, I’m not sleeping with you. In fact, I’ve been telling you that all night.” She shifted against him, a tantalizing friction that only deepened his desire and hardened his cock. “And yet here you are, trying to tempt me with your quick tongue and your long dick.”

“
Schatje
, I’m not trying. You want it, and I’m at your mercy. Take me any way you want.”

She moved against him and this time the head of his dick pushed out of his slacks. He gasped as she rocked, the waistband of his pants brushing against the sensitive ridge. If he’d thought to take off his shirt, she’d be able to see what she was doing to him as she moved against his shaft.

He yanked one arm free and grabbed for the hair at the nape of her neck when she faltered. He brought her down for a kiss, hungry and bruising in its intensity. He wanted her to the point he barely cared about anything else, anything but this. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth, but he didn’t stop until she actually bit him.

She removed his hand and then took both of his in hers and pushed them up over his head. “This is hard for me too, but we’re not having sex.”

“Babe, hard for you is an understatement.” He arched into her, trying to soothe himself with the only friction she had on offer.

“You’re not the only one struggling. I’m dying to know just how big your cock is.” She rocked along the length of him. “My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” They rocked against each other, the rhythm picking up with each pass. “If you’re this good with your clothes on, I can’t wait to get them off.”

“But you will wait.” She lowered her head and kissed his neck, her tongue playing with the sensitive skin where his beard faded. Had she been serious when she told him to shave earlier? Was that only this morning?

“I’ll shave tomorrow.” His breathing was ragged, his nostrils flaring with each rough breath.

“Good idea.” She gave a quiet laugh, her breasts jiggling against his chest. Her breath came in choked gasps and she circled her hips twice more and then stilled.

“Holly?”

She let go of his hands and sat up, still straddling him. “Yes?” Her cheeks were flushed, her chest and ears wearing a matching blush.

“Did you just…”

“Use you like a sex toy? Kind of.” She rolled off and then stood. “If you ask me after I wrap the shoot, I might change my mind.”

He stayed on his back, staring at the starry sky. “This is a first.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I’m glad I could be your first dry hump. In America, that’s how we spend high school.” She held out a hand for him and he let her pull him up.

“I went to high school in New York. There was a name for girls like you.”

“Cock tease, I remember it well. I don’t sleep around. And I told you before any of this started that I wasn’t putting out.”

He wrapped his arm over her shoulders and started them back up the path. “True, but you didn’t mention that I would be.”

Chapter Ten

Holly stepped out on the lanai and held up her cell phone. She breathed a sigh of relief as the bars lit up on the display. Her interlude with Harm on the beach had put her behind schedule and she couldn’t afford to be without her phone. She dialed up her voicemail and turned to look at the house.

Most of the lights were off, allowing the stars to reflect off the glass facade. But the upper corner glowed like a beacon. The sight drew her eye and her breath. Unaware of his audience stood Harm, enjoying a shower for the world to see.

Not that there would be many looking. With the rocky outcroppings along his shoreline, no boats would get close enough, and his villa was higher than the house beside his or the collection of bungalows he owned. Right now she was the only one enjoying the view.

What she wouldn’t give for a pair of binoculars so she could study his muscled physique. Water sluiced down his honed body, the showerheads attached to an interior wall. The muscles of his ass flexed as he moved, his back rippling as he pushed water from his hair.

“Come on, turn around.” Holly blinked at the sound of her own voice, unaware she’d spoken. She slipped her phone into her pocket, then looked up to find Harm had done as she wished.

“Oh my.” She pressed her hand to the base of her throat and stared.

She’d known he was long and thick from their time in the sand, but she hadn’t imagined this. The fat head of his hard cock hovered at his belly button. No wonder he wore his shorts so low, he had to have room for all of that.

She tried to tell herself to turn away, but when he took himself in hand she knew she wasn’t leaving until the show was over. He gave one long stroke, two, and then froze with his hand choking the tip.

What kind of move was that? Puzzled, she drew her gaze up his body and nearly fell over. He stared straight at her and gave a salute with his free hand.

“Oh my lands, what do I do?” Her tummy swirled with anxiety and her skin prickled with embarrassment. She glanced at her phone, but doubted the voice-guided search function had an answer for this one.

Harm knew what he wanted, because when she dared look back up he was hard at work on his cock. It should feel awkward, but instead it felt deliciously naughty watching him pleasure himself. He’d had a graduate class in oral sex, so maybe this was like an undergraduate course in the proper hand job.

He placed his forearm on the glass, staring down at her as he worked his cock with long strokes, pausing every few passes to squeeze the darkened head. She studied him, her mind wondering about how much of him she could take and still enjoy.

Her womb clenched as visions raced through her mind. In the shower with him, she could kneel and lick him like a Popsicle. They could face the sea the way he did now and his entire cock could slip through her nether lips, teasing her until she climaxed. And then he could fuck her, spearing her against the wall of glass and she’d search for something to hold onto. Finding nothing she could bend over and let him have control, taking her as deeply as he needed.

Her moan drifted out to sea as she clenched her inner muscles and forced fantasy from her dirty mind. If this were happening to a friend, she’d tell them to turn away and run. And she should find a safe distance behind a locked door. But not until she saw the show clear to the happy ending.

She studied the way Harm passed his thumb over his ripe head at the top of every stroke, his movements growing faster with each pass. If she ever got the chance to play his cock, she’d have him lie down. She could use two hands and build her speed, watch his face change as he got close.

From this far away his hand blurred. His expression tightened before his head dropped back and he gave a roar she heard through the glass. His pleasure shot at the glass, three long spurts she watched slowly drip down towards the floor.

Harm washed everything clean with a handheld shower head, turning off the shower and shutting off the light without ever looking her way.

Harm searched the house for Holly the next morning, hoping to find her before she woke and coax her into acting out the sexy dream that had woken him before dawn. She had him feeling like a needy, out-of-control adolescent, and the sooner he taught her how grown-ups play, the better.

When he found her room empty, he knew she must be down at the meeting house, ready to lead the models on a marathon day. He made his way there, surveying the landscaping as he went. The bungalows were booked for the rest of the season so he needed to have any disruptive work done now. Plus, Marco had told him yesterday about a family who could use the cash. He’d learned quickly the people on Anguilla wouldn’t accept money, but they’d never turn down a chance to earn it.

The lavender sky welcomed the morning, casting an eerie glow to the white spider lilies in his gardens. Holly’s lilting voice carried out of the meeting house and he found his steps quickening. He paused at the door, wondering if he ought to bother with her at all. He didn’t need this, didn’t need her.

Maybe today would be different, the spell of yesterday broken by her sexual selfishness. Who wanted a lover so keen on taking? Yet his cock stiffened in his shorts, making him glad he’d pulled on a white t-shirt in case his dick decided it couldn’t be contained.

He pushed open the door and saw the meeting hall was empty but for Holly and one of the men in black. Again. Hadn’t yesterday taught the man how hot it got under the Caribbean sun?

The harsh smell of coffee hit him first and the warm smell of cinnamon drew his gaze to the kitchen. He’d built the long building as a place to hold parties and house recreation equipment for the bungalow guests. The Anguillan government wouldn’t allow him to run a hotel, so the meeting house was his loophole for providing the amenities of the resorts to his renters. He’d hired a family to handle the cleaning and food in exchange for living quarters on the second floor. A clever plan that had paid for itself the first year.

“Harm, you’re awake.” Holly approached him, a cinnamon roll in hand.

His stomach clenched and he pressed his hand against the muscles, an old habit that died hard. He was the healthiest he’d ever been, and yet some things still triggered pain. “Don’t be mad.” She leaned in for a kiss and he took a step back. Surprise widened her eyes and she frowned.

“I’m not.” He opened his mouth to explain that where she saw breakfast, he saw poison, but shut it before he bothered. She didn’t need to know his medical issues. It had taken him years to understand the nuances of celiac disease and he couldn’t enlighten her in minutes.

“I think you are.” She tilted her head to the side, her long ponytail teasing her shoulder. Her fitted white shirtdress with a flared skirt had him thinking about pin-up models. “Should I apologize?”

“What for?” He shifted his stance, enjoying every second of the hesitant way she glanced at the photographer. After last night, she had no room to judge eavesdroppers.

“Staring?” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, the gold flecks in her hazel eyes flickering with amusement.

He shook his head. “Next time you should have a front row seat. But then you’d be expected to participate in the show.”

“See, I told you things would get weird.” She checked the bangle watch on her wrist. “Can we table this discussion until the weekend?”

“It’s Thursday.” If she thought she was holding out on him that long, she had another think coming.