Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy) (25 page)

Standing on the aft deck of the most luxurious yacht—okay, the
only
yacht—she’d ever been on, Dani stared out into the night. Waves rolled under her feet, and moonlight shimmered on the dark waters of Elliot Bay. The tiny white lights strung above their heads and the soft music filtering through the open sliding doors to the main salon created a magical effect. But it was the hard, hot body pressed against her back that set off the torrent of emotions coursing through her. She swayed and rested her head on Will’s shoulder. His long finger trailed down her cheek, her neck, and between her breasts. A shiver raced over her skin, following the path he’d made.

“Cold? We can go inside,” he murmured next to her ear.

She shimmied her hips and smiled suggestively. “A little warm, actually.”

“Is that right? Let’s see what we can do about it.” He slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her heated skin. His tongue swirled against her flesh, making her moan. She moaned even more loudly when he blew on the wetness.

Peppering kisses and small bites across her back, he moved to her other shoulder and using his index fingers, pushed both dress straps down to her elbows, trapping her. All she could do was wait for his next move. Ever so slowly, he tugged the bodice of the dress down to her waist. He traced the outline of one bare nipple, then pinched it. She gasped and pressed her breast into his hand… for more.

Her breath hitched when cool sea spray landed on her exposed chest. Heat and hunger pooled in her belly. Her body undulated, rubbing her ass against his erection. The material of her dress slid over her skin, heightening the experience.

It was so freeing to be standing here on the deck, bared to anyone on a passing boat, not that she could see any. Letting out a small moan, she swiveled her hips. Will pressed his face into her neck and groaned. “We shouldn’t.”

“We can stop.” God, she hoped they didn’t. Everything was so perfect. Exactly as she’d imagined it.

He nuzzled her throat. “The captain did make a point of assuring me this part of the yacht could not be seen from the helm station.”

A flash of heat blew through her body, leaving her aching, excited, terrified. Will seemed to have made a decision. One that could bring them to a new shared intimacy—or end in disaster. “We’re alone then, just you and me.”

“And the fish,” he teased as he crouched down behind her and lowered her dress to the deck. She stepped out of it. He kissed his way up her thighs, nibbling and teasing until he reached the lacy edge of her panties. “These have to go,” he said on a growl that sent a rush of arousal straight to her pussy.

“God, yes.”

One slow inch at a time, he lowered them, leaving tiny bites behind as she tried to keep from squirming. When he was done, he stood and placed a hand between her shoulder blades to press on her back. “Hold onto the railing.”

As she complied, she had to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the mounting pressure. His low rough voice was almost enough to send her over without him even touching her between her legs. When she tried to turn to see his face, he tsked. “Uh-uh. Face forward.”

His big hands wrapped around her ankles and he tugged her back from the rail and forced her to spread her legs and lift her ass. The position exposed her completely. Her stomach clenched and moisture trickled down her thighs.

“You really get off on this, being exposed.” His words, the understanding and acknowledgement in his tone, touched something deep inside her. He wasn’t judging, merely stating a fact.

“Especially outside.”

His warm wet tongue glided up her leg, paused in that sensitive spot behind her knee to nibble, before making its way farther north. Then he was lapping at her skin, licking up her juices. His moan vibrated against her leg and her mind blanked. If he could have her so turned on just from licking her leg, he’d surely kill her if he ever reached her pussy.

Pressing his face into her ass, he flattened his tongue against her clit and made a broad swipe along the length of her pussy. Her hips bucked under the delicious pressure and her brain almost overloaded with pleasure when he pointed his tongue and entered her. With each gentle rock of the deck, his tongue penetrated deeper. She pushed back with her hips, riding his face as she clung to the guardrail.

The yacht slapped against the water, sending up a spray. When cold droplets landed on her needy breasts, she couldn’t wait anymore. “Fuck me, Will. Please.”

He withdrew his tongue, and she almost sobbed at the emptiness. Laughing at her desperation to hurry things along, she turned in his arms and got to work on his belt while he shrugged out of his jacket and shirt. Her pulse spiked when she saw his bare chest and the tie still around his neck. Before dropping his trousers, he opened his wallet and waved a condom in front of her.

“I so love a good boy scout.” She wrapped the tie around her fist and reeled him in for a kiss. She’d meant for it to be light and flirty, but she should have known better. The reality of her fantasy was far better than her imagination.

“I adore your ties,” she said between pants.

He grinned. “I’ve noticed.”

The moment she felt Will’s hot skin under her palms, she was lost. Her hands roamed his body, touching sleek muscles and long bones, his straight strong back, his taut, tempting ass. She loved every inch of him.

What would she do without him?

Determined not to ruin the evening with depressing thoughts, she forced herself to focus on the man in her arms. They were virtually alone on a fancy yacht in the dead of night. Both naked, gloriously free, rejoicing in their desire for each other, with only the moon and the stars as witnesses.

Spinning around, she returned to her earlier position. Bracing her arms on the rail, she took a few steps away from it and spread her legs wide.

“Take me like this. I want to watch the night.”

Silent, he moved closer, his thighs against hers and his cock snug between her ass cheeks. Leaning forward, he covered her back with his chest and buried his face in her hair. She moaned when his big hands cupped her breasts, twisting and tugging on the nipples.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

“Like what? Naked?” she joked to cover the depth of her reaction.

“Free. Uninhibited. Unfettered by convention or society.”

Yes.
That was exactly how she felt. But only because he was here with her. She turned her head and murmured against his lips, “Make love to me, Will.”

Without letting go of her, he adjusted his position and plunged into her. They groaned in unison at the closeness, the unbearable tightness. She gripped the rail and closed her eyes. “Move. Now.”

Like a beast unleashed, he went wild. Pushing up, he dug his fingers into the flesh at her hips and pumped his cock with deep hard strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin was surprisingly loud in the moonlit night. Her pussy grabbed hungrily at his cock each time he withdrew. Throwing her head back, she opened her eyes and almost cried at the beauty of the experience. Everything was perfect.

Will’s hand left her hip and slipped down to the juncture of her thighs. Two fingers slid between her folds, spreading her wetness. She arched her back, allowing his cock to slide even farther inside her. When she opened her eyes, her heart lurched.

Another boat was coming.

Should she alert him? A battle raged inside her. She couldn’t let him do this without knowing. Without his consent. But if she told him, he’d stop. Shit. She knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth to tell him, but Will spoke first.

“I can’t hold out much longer.” His voice, rough and urgent, dragged along her nerve endings like a calloused finger. A shudder started at the top of her head and swept down to her toes. Her mouth went dry and her throat closed, sealing in the words that would shatter her fantasy.

As the other boat approached, Dani’s arousal ratcheted higher. Soon, she was rocking back, meeting each of Will’s thrusts with as much strength as she could muster. Drops of salt water mixed with the sweat on her skin and she flashed between hot and cold.

Will’s fingers pinched her clit just as the other boat crossed behind the yacht, not more than twenty yards away. Was anyone on deck? At this proximity and with the lights above them, she would be clearly visible, but her body would shield Will’s. Or so she tried to convince herself.

She spotted movement on the deck of the other boat and her climax detonated. She bore down on Will, and his roar joined her screams. Together they rocked through the aftershocks of their orgasms.

Cheers filled the night, and a floodlight shone down on them. And Dani’s boat fantasy came to a screeching end.

Chapter 12

Floating in post-orgasmic euphoria, William held on tightly to Danielle. He didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want to end what had truly been an extraordinary experience. Sex out in the open on a boat—wow.

It took several moments before his consciousness returned and he became aware of the stiffness in Danielle’s body. When his ears registered catcalls, he opened his eyes and was momentarily blinded by a bright light. Where the fuck was it coming from?

His vision cleared and he spotted the smaller boat bobbing in the water not far from the yacht. It was filled to the brim with a bunch of college kids out for a night of drinking and fucking. Well, apparently, Will had them beat.
Suckers.

When his brain started to work again, he realized how exposed Danielle was. Gripping the condom at the base of his cock, he pulled out of her. A groan tore from his chest at the abrupt return to reality. Danielle moaned and kept her head down. Why was she so bothered by a bunch of college kids seeing them? He twirled around and carried her into the main salon.
Shit!
Their clothes. After a quick scan of the deck, he spotted them scattered near the railing. Crouching low, he raced out to scoop up their things and hurried back inside. Then he wrapped his jacket around Danielle’s shoulders.

He’d been fully prepared to laugh the whole incident off, until he heard one of the kids ask, “Hey, isn’t that Rockney’s yacht?”

“The football player?” another kid responded.

“Was that him?”

“Don’t know.”

“Anyone get pictures?”

Fuck!
William pulled Danielle farther away from the glass door where they couldn’t be caught by a regular camera. Sam was going to kill him if this hit the press. Where was the damn intercom? After pawing the wall where he remembered the intercom being, he finally found it. “Captain, please return us to the marina.”

“Of course, sir. Our ETA is fifteen minutes.”

When the engines revved, William’s heartbeat started to return to normal. He turned to Danielle. She’d remained unusually quiet during all of this. Of course she’d been in front. If they had photos, her identity wouldn’t be too hard to figure out. “You okay?” he asked, smoothing her wind-blown hair down her back.

She swallowed and seemed to be avoiding his gaze. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Will, I am
so
sorry.”

“Why? This wasn’t your fault.”

She took a step back from him and wrapped his jacket more tightly around her middle. When she lifted her head, her face was pale, her eyes wide and wary. He wanted to know what she had to say; at the same time he was scared. Very scared. She looked away. “I saw the boat. I saw them coming and I… I didn’t tell you. Christ. I didn’t say a damn thing.”

Will stared at her anxious face, the trembling bottom lip, the tendrils of wet hair sticking to her cheeks. But it was the look in her eyes that captured him: fear, desperation. Guilt.

Could he blame her? He’d known having sex on deck was risky. There were always boats in the Sound, especially near the port. Had he been secretly hoping to get caught?
Fucking moron.
“I can’t believe I started this,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure they didn’t get any shots. There weren’t any flash bursts.” The softness of her voice killed him.

“I shouldn’t have risked it.”

“Why did you?”

Hearing her uncertainty, his heart tumbled in his chest.
Shit.
He’d done this to her. And what he was going to say next was only going to hurt her more. He cupped her face between his palms. “You make me crazy. You make me want to do things I shouldn’t. Things that can ruin me, ruin my family, ruin my company.”

Danielle stared at him a long moment, as though memorizing his face. Then she blinked and picked up her clothes where he’d dumped them on the couch. He waited while she got dressed. Still she said nothing. Fuck. Resigned to the silent treatment, he grabbed his own clothes and put them on. By the time he’d finished tying his shoes, he’d had enough of her continued silence, the blankness of her expression. “Danielle, please. Say something.”

Her eyes flashed. “Haven’t you already said enough?” His heart sinking, he tried to grab her elbow, but she twisted out of his reach. “I’m no good for you, I get it. I’ve known it all along.”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what the hell are you saying?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you—”

“Gee, thanks,” she snapped.

“I just…” He growled and scrubbed his face. Why was this so damn difficult to say? “I can’t be with you like this.”

“I’m sure Kathleen will be pleased to hear from you. You’ll be very happy together.” Her voice dripped with bitterness, anger, and was it jealousy?

Kathleen?
How the hell had Danielle found out about her? “You knew this was temporary. Remember, it was
you
who said, ‘No strings. Nonexclusive. Just between you and me.’”

Her hand snaked out to grab his tie. She yanked him to her and her mouth closed on his in a passionate kiss, one filled with lust and desire. Heat flared in his stomach and he wanted— As suddenly as the kiss had started, it ended. Her gaze locked on his, she pressed her fingers to his tender lips.