Mistress Minded (8 page)

She scratched his small nipple carefully with her fingernail. He closed his eyes and then reached for her hand, smoothing open her palm and rubbing it over his nipple the way he always caressed her. She watched as his own back arched and his hips jerked toward her.

She took his hard length in her hand. He was hot to her touch and hard. Grasping him at the root, she circled him with her hand and stroked him.

She brought her other arm down and reached between his legs to cup him, squeezing gently until she felt a spurt of moisture at his tip. She rubbed at it with her finger.

Glancing up at him, she realized he was watching her. She lifted her finger to her lips and licked away his taste.

Something primitive lit in his eyes and he rolled over, taking her beneath him. He pinned her to the
bed with his hips, his member hot and hard at her entrance. She groaned at the feel of him there and couldn’t help thrusting her hips toward him.

He held her still and rubbed his length against her. It felt good, but she was still so empty, and desperately needed him inside her.

With a muttered curse, he pushed away from her. “Are you on the pill?”

She blinked a few times before she understood what he was asking. “Yes.”

“Thank God. I hate condoms.”

“Me, too,” she said. She preferred skin to skin. Especially with Adam.

“I’m healthy,” he muttered as he shifted on the bed. He draped her legs over his arms and pushed them back toward her body. “Okay?”

It was way more than okay, but she couldn’t speak. He was at her entrance, pushing inside her. He thrust forward until he was fully seated. She relaxed her lower body, trying to take him deeper, and was rewarded when he slipped in farther.

He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in the same rhythm as his body took hers. She was on fire and there was little she could do but lay beneath him, an instrument of his pleasure. She’d never had an orgasm more than once in an evening and didn’t expect it to be different with Adam.

But then she felt that tingling at the center of her body that signaled one was coming. She gripped
Adam’s shoulders, digging her nails into his back as her entire body started to throb and clench around him. When she came this time lights flashed before her eyes, and she felt Adam’s body empty into hers at the moment consciousness dimmed.

He roared her name and then continued to thrust a few more times before pulling her into his arms and rolling to his side.

She couldn’t think and could barely breathe. But her heart overflowed with emotions and she realized that despite what she’d said earlier at dinner, having a family was no longer her heart’s desire. Having Adam in her life forever was.

A
dam woke up alone in bed. The sunlight streamed through the open window and the sound of the surf called him. For a moment he didn't remember where he was, but then the bathroom door creaked open and Jayne tiptoed across the floor.

“Come back to bed,
chère.
”

“In a minute.”

She went to the wardrobe and tucked something into one of her drawers. Once again she was wearing that heavy terry-cloth robe. Her lips were still swollen from his kisses and her eyes had a lambent light in them as she gazed at him.

He knew he was existing in a kind of limbo, but
he didn't care. He'd taken Jayne to his bed and it was too late to go back. Hell, he wouldn't even if he could.

Standing next to his side of the bed, she dropped her robe, revealing the naked curves of her body. It was a perfect form, but he'd never been as aroused by just the sight of a woman as he was with Jayne.

Reaching up, he traced her side from her shoulder to her waist, lingering on the tattoo on her hip. Jayne had never struck him as a tattoo person.

“When did you get this?”

“I'll tell you if you take off the sheet,” she said.

He was willing to play along. “It had better be a good tale.”

“I'll make it worth your while,” she said.

There was something about Jayne in this mood that intrigued him. She glowed, though maybe that was from the early morning sun streaming into the room. However, her smile was brighter, and that had nothing to do with Mother Nature. Maybe something to do with him?

He gripped her hips and drew her forward. He didn't want to hurt her. Not that he ever intended to hurt the women in his life, but for some reason he'd never really been able to get things right with females.

Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her breast. He heard her heart beating strongly under his ear. His vision was filled with her creamy curves and one pale pink nipple.

“Tell me,” he whispered against her flesh. And then watched as her nipple budded and her hands tightened in his hair.

“I got it when I was seventeen.”

“Wait,” he said. After placing a kiss on her breast, he piled all the pillows behind his back and kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed. Then, grabbing her by the waist, he leaned back, lifting her up over his body. “Now tell me,” he said.

“I can't talk now,” she said, her voice breathless. She rubbed herself sinuously against him, her warmth sliding over his erection and her nipples brushing his chest.

And he didn't want to talk, either. Later he'd find out the story of why she'd gotten that tattoo and discover the source of that mysterious light inside Jayne. But right now he needed her.

She tipped her head back, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and lifted just the tiniest bit. Sliding his hands between their bodies, he positioned himself.

She opened her eyes and looked right at him. As she slowly sank down on his hard-on. Adam knew he'd never be the same. Her dewy center caressed him like a velvet glove. She paused once he was fully sheathed, and squeezed him with her inner muscles.

When he groaned her name, she smiled. She relished her power over him. “Like hearing me moan?”

She bit her bottom lip as he took her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples carefully and then scrap
ing them with his thumbnails. She moaned and her hips flexed against his. He soothed the small pain with his palm before angling his head and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

Her hands left his shoulders to hold his head to her. She rocked slowly over him and he knew she wasn't torturing him this time, but simply lost in the sensations he was calling forth.

“Moan for me,” he said against her skin, nibbling his way to her other nipple and suckling there.

“Not yet,” she said, and pushed him back against the pillows. She braced her hands against his chest, nails scoring his skin mildly. And she lifted herself off of him. She let him slide all the way out of her body, and paused while he hovered at her entrance.

He wanted to let her run the show, but enough was enough. Adam yearned for her with a desperation he would never acknowledge. He longed to once again bathe in her warmth and forget about the hunger that had been festering in him for too long.

Wrapping one arm around her, he thrust upward with his hips, then rolled them both over so that she was under him.

“Hey, I was in charge,” she said, but her eyes drifted closed as he started thrusting inside her.

When her back arched to receive each of his thrusts, the slim expanse of her neck was revealed and he lowered his head to suckle at the point where her collarbone met it.

Her hands moved up and down his back. She clenched him with her muscles deep inside every time he retreated, and from her mouth came a litany that was his name.

Stroking her back, he took the full curves of her butt in his hands and caressed the crease. She arched toward him, seeking her release. With a thousand electric sparks, Adam felt his own climax sweep over him in one continuous wave, and after that he couldn't move. Lowering his head, he rested it on her chest and held her. She clutched him to her breast and didn't say a word. But Adam knew that something had happened between them and that the world outside had changed for them, as well.

 

They'd both drifted back to sleep after their early morning lovemaking, and in her dreams, Jayne had never had to let Adam go. He woke her the second time with a sweet kiss and a joining that was so deep and forceful that she felt certain he'd branded her soul. Once their heartbeats had settled down, he'd urged her into the shower, promising her a surprise.

The craft that Ray and Didi had provided was a high-speed motorboat. Adam was like a kid with a new toy. He raced it into the surf away from the island, doing tight turns and making sea mist spray over them both.

And Jayne was definitely surprised. Adam seemed years younger out here. He was more at home on the
ocean than anyplace she'd observed him. This seemed a more natural side of him.

He was wearing his swim trunks and sunglasses, his head tipped back to the sunshine. She wore only her bikini, because once they'd left the marina, Adam had refused to allow her to wear the cover-up she'd brought.

Neither of them had discussed the future or her position within Powell International, and Jayne wasn't sure how to plan her next step. So she was doing something decidedly un-Jayne and ignoring the urge to make a plan around this. Because if she started planning it would mean that she'd given up on the fantasy of making him fall in love with her.

And after last night it was clear to her that she had no other goal. She scanned his strong, muscled body, watching him control the vessel and remembering his hands on her body.

“Why are you staring at me?”

She blushed and he raised one eyebrow, then slowed the boat. She was sitting in the captain's chair and Adam stood next to her, his powerful legs braced as he maneuvered across the water.

“You seem very at home on the ocean,” she said at last.

He shrugged. “I am.”

“Still dreaming of sailing away?” she asked lightly, remembering what he'd said on the beach.
And she wondered if he dreamed of doing so alone or if now she was there with him.

“Sometimes.”

“Now?”

He shook his head. “Not with you at my side. Want to try piloting the boat?”

“No,” she said.

“Chicken.”

“Ha. I'm not scared to learn how to drive this boat.”

“Prove it.”

“I don't have to prove it. I'm too self-confident to rise to your bait.”

“What if something happens to me and you have to find your way back on your own?”

“I brought my cell phone.”

He killed the engine, dropped the anchor and spread his arms wide, and she couldn't help but imagine him as Poseidon, king of all he surveyed. “There's something about being at sea.”

“Yeah, fish smells and motion sickness.”

He rested his hips against the railing of the boat and crossed his ankles. “The next time some woman tells me I'm not romantic…”

Jayne tried to laugh, but the thought of him with another woman wasn't a comfortable one. So she forced her mind away from that. Instead she stood and smiled sweetly at him before pushing him overboard.

He came neatly to the surface. “Oh, you're going to pay for that.”

“Is the boat safe here?”

“Yes, my practical Jayne, it is.”

“Good.” She dived overboard, bobbing up next to him. She'd no sooner surfaced then she felt his hand on her thigh, strong sure fingers slipping under her suit to caress her. She stopped treading water for a minute and he gave her a wicked grin before tugging her under.

That dirty dog, distracting her with sex! They played a rough-and-tumble game of dousing each other, but each brush of his body against hers made her want him locked deep inside her again.

After twenty minutes had passed, she surfaced and glanced around to find Adam. When he reappeared, she swam behind him, wrapped her arms around him and whispered the most deliciously sexual things in his ear until he grabbed her wrist and hauled her back to the boat.

As soon as he got them both out of the water, he laid her down on the bench seat at the back of the cruiser. “Get naked.”

He stripped off his own swimsuit and watched her. She'd shed her top but was still struggling out of her bottoms. He reached for the fabric and tugged it down her legs. Then he lowered himself to her, kissing her as he slid deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on to him. “Talk dirty to me again,
chère,
” he murmured.

She did, telling him in explicit detail what he did to her and what she wanted to do to him. Her words lit a raging fire inside Adam. Their coupling was fast and furious.

In the aftermath, she clung tightly to him, her mouth resting on his chest. He tasted faintly of the sea and of man.

He cradled her in his strong arms, slipping one of his thighs between hers. One hand cupped her breast and the other her hip. The boat rocked them gently and the sea breeze cooled their flushed bodies.

“I don't want to sail away. I'm enjoying myself too much.”

“Me, too,” she confessed.

He drew his finger down her cheek and under her chin, tilting her head back for his kiss. He lingered over her mouth for a few minutes and when he lifted his head she wanted to pull him back to her.

“I'm glad. Did you bring that treasure map?”

“Ray gave us one as we were leaving. Are we going hunting for our heart's desire?”

Something warm lit his eyes, and though she knew it wasn't practical and made no sense, she couldn't help thinking that Adam had found what he'd been searching for in her.

 

Adam and Jayne dropped anchor in a small cove. He took ashore the picnic lunch that the hotel staff
had provided and then returned to carry Jayne to the beach.

He should've stayed in the boat and continued to survey the island from the sea. He should be checking on neighboring property that might be available for sale. He should be concentrating on work, but he didn't want to.

“I could have walked.”

“I know,” he said. His arms felt empty without her, but he didn't tell Jayne that. He had the feeling she saw too much, anyway. He set her on her feet and together they spread out the blanket and food. Because Adam didn't believe in drinking and driving—even a boat—he didn't drink any of the wine that was in the cooler.

Jayne was careful to steer the conversation away from personal topics and onto current events, which they both shared similar views of, and movies, which they didn't. The sappier the storyline, the more Jayne liked it. And she wasn't above arguing with him to make a point.

There was a gleam in her eyes as she asked him about his favorite book. Though he liked true crime and biographies, he didn't want to debate his personal choices anymore.

“Lord of the Rings,”
he said.

“Finally. I thought we had nothing in common.”

“I can't believe you like those books, Jayne. They aren't sappy enough.”

“You're in trouble now, honeybun.”

“I'm scared,” he said.

She dived for Adam, mercilessly tickling him. They wrestled on the blankets until somehow she ended up under him. Then he couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing her mouth. The fact that he had rights to her seductive lips pleased him.

He lifted his head after long moments and then sat up.

“Adam?”

“I want to know more about you,” he murmured.

“What do you want to know?” she asked. Jayne sat up in turn, leaning back on her elbows.

He traced the bottom edge of her tattoo with his finger. “You never told me about this. You said you got it when you were seventeen. Why?” He'd never noticed until now that there was a core of herself that Jayne kept hidden. Adam had the feeling she was dancing just out of his reach, and that no matter how many times he claimed her body, part of her soul remained untouched. But she'd scored him deeply with her presence in his life and he wouldn't tolerate not affecting her as strongly.

“My mom has one similar to it. But it's a fully open flower.”

“Why isn't yours?”

“I've always wanted to be her opposite.”

Adam tugged the side of her suit down so that he could see the entire design again. There was something very restrained about Jayne's tattoo. “Tell me about your mom.”

“She's sophisticated and chic. She always has the hottest new car. She's well traveled and speaks three languages fluently.”

“Is she American?”

“Yes, but her father was from Colombia. She started modeling when she was fourteen.”

“Do you look like her?”

“I have her eyes and that's about it. She towers over me and she's very voluptuous.”