The Best Man (7 page)

Only
to have his bare chest collide with her back. Jake was naked? Even partly so? Christine
thought of that sizzling moment in the plane when she’d talked about naked
moonlight swims, and felt herself get hot and wet. She remembered his erection
pressing against her butt and had a better idea what he could do with it.

Meanwhile,
his arms slid around her waist, holding her captive against his solid strength.
He kissed her throat, planting a dozen butterfly kisses against her skin as if
he’d deliberately torment her. Christine leaned back against him, and felt his
erection once more.

Jake
wanted her.

It
was all she needed to know to turn this day into perfection.

“I
want you inside me,” she managed to say, before his mouth closed urgently over
hers. She lifted a hand and felt a pulse at his throat, the pace of his heart
telling her that he was as aroused as she was.

There
couldn’t have been anything more thrilling than that.

She
turned in his embrace and kissed him back.

Jake
kissed like a pirate intent on claiming her, more fierce and more demanding
than earlier. Christine loved the change. His mouth locked over hers as his
hands slid over her skin, his touch warm and strong. Christine arched and
rubbed herself against him, wanton as she never was, wanting more and more.
Jake slid his hands beneath the fabric of her bikini top. He caressed her
breasts, cradling them in his hands and squeezing slightly. The feel of his
hands on her skin made her dizzy.

“I
want all of you,” she said, her voice breathless.

“Impatient,
chère
?” he teased, and closed his
hands over her turgid nipples. When he pinched them, Christine couldn’t stand
it. She locked her hands into his hair, holding him captive as she kissed him
with more passion than she’d known she possessed.

She’d
make it clear to him that she wasn’t a little girl.

And
that she knew what she wanted.

She
moved to slide a hand between them, had the chance to realize that he was
wearing his swimming trunks, then Jake caught her wrist in his hand. He grabbed
her butt with one hand and lifted her against him, then locked his other arm
locked around her waist. Christine rubbed herself against his erection, loving
how he groaned into their kiss. She lifted her legs to wrap them around them,
but Jake suddenly pulled back.

“
Trop
vite
,” he whispered, his voice
ragged.

Too
fast.

“But
good,” Christine said and he chuckled.

“Too
good. Let’s make it last,” Jake said, sounding more like himself. He set her on
her feet, then ran his hands down her arms. “
Si belle
,” he whispered, then twined his fingers with hers
and began to walk, tugging her to walk alongside him.

So
beautiful. Christine’s heart was in her throat.

To
be blindfolded and on the move was disconcerting. She struggled against her
natural urge to see where she was going.

But
Jake was attentive. He stopped and lifted her chin, brushing his lips across
hers and making her desire burn hotter. “Trust me,
chère
,” he whispered and Christine knew that she already
did.

“Take
me,
chèr
,” she replied and he
laughed again. His fingers slid over her cheeks, as if he were entranced by
her.

“I
will,” he vowed, his voice deep and filled with determination. He kissed her
again, deeply and surely. “I will,” he repeated against her mouth.

Christine
could hardly wait.

She
let Jake lead her down the beach, the sand flowing between her toes. With every
step, it became easier to surrender control to him, and just enjoy the moment.
The sand was still a bit warm from the sun that day, and the brush of Jake’s
bare arm against hers made her tingle.

Jake
led her into the water, just as she’d anticipated. The warm ocean lapped at her
toes as the wave came in, then she walked on bare sand as it receded.

“A
swim,
chère
?” he asked, his grip
tightening on her hand.

“Yes.”
Christine agreed, her heart thundering in her ears. She would really have to
trust him to follow him into the water blindfolded, but she did trust Jake. She
knew he was a strong swimmer, and she knew he was protective of her. She was
safe.

And
she could always tug off the blindfold if she wasn’t.

She
nodded and let him lead her a little deeper into the water. The waves were
ankle deep now, the water swirling around her at regular intervals.

“Are
you afraid?” he asked and Christine shook her head.

“I
trust you.”

He
kissed her again for that, then unhooked the back of her bikini top. Christine
felt the air against her skin, the heat of his chest just a hand span away,
then Jake bent to take her nipple in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against
the taut peak, suckled and nibbled, teasing her until Christine thought she’d
come.

She
wriggled against him, running her hands through his hair. When she whispered
his name, her need almost overwhelming her, Jake lifted her into his arms and
strode into the surf. He kissed her to silence, as the water rose around his
hips and over Christine.

And
when she was immersed in the water, he stopped. The waves weren’t so strong
here and Christine was buoyant in the salt water. “
Parfait
,” he whispered, and she felt the weight of his gaze
upon her. Perfect. She thought of him surveying her, and arched her back to
improve the view.

Jake
made a growl in his throat that made her smile. Keeping one arm locked around
her waist, he bent to kiss her nipple again. His other hand slid up her leg and
between her thighs, his strong fingers sliding into her bikini bottom.
Christine gasped at the first touch of his fingertips on her throbbing
clitoris, then opened her legs wide to his caress. She moaned as Jake touched
her with gentle surety. She wasn’t getting out of this without an orgasm, she
just knew it.

And
that suited her just fine.

It
was sinful.

It
was seductive.

It
was everything she had wanted from her fantasy – and more, because her
mystery lover was Jake.

* * *

Jake
had never dared to hope that Christine would be so responsive to his touch.
He’d fantasized about her for years, and he thought she was the sexiest woman
on the planet, but the fact that she could have a desire that matched his own
was an unexpected bonus. Maybe the mystery helped, or maybe it was the
blindfold. Jake didn’t care. He’d happily blindfold her every night for the
rest of her lives to have her kiss him with such passion. He watched her lips
part as he touched her and knew he couldn’t do this enough times in one
lifetime.

He’d
have her every night. Three times.

And
he’d still be coming back for more.

Christine
had been his romantic fantasy for a long time, but she would be the star of his
sexual ones from this point onward. Her breasts were as full and beautiful as
he’d always thought they must be, and she was sleekly beautiful. It was her
responsiveness that killed him, though, the way that she completely let go and surrendered
to the moment.

He’d
always thought she’d be a shy lover, maybe a hesitant one. He’d always imagined
that he’d need to coax her to meet him in passion. To discover that she was as
hungry for him as he was for her was a revelation.

And
a welcome one.

Christine
rubbed herself against Jake as he caressed her, those lips parting in hunger
for more. The things she said to him, the confessions she made, just made the
moment hotter and hotter. She moaned. She murmured incoherently. She arched and
shivered and ran her tongue over her lips. He wasn’t sure how he’d hang
on— and then he realized he had to.

Because
that jerk Mark would remind her about the bet the guys had made at the stag,
Jake was sure of it. The guys had decided in their collective drunken wisdom to
create a betting pool, and the first single guy associated with the wedding
would claim the prize. It was several thousand dollars, but more importantly,
Jake didn’t want Christine to imagine for one second that he had any other
objectives than making her dreams come true. Someone else had to win before he
could claim her completely.

In
the meantime, he’d please her and drive himself insane.

He
ran his fingers over her, amazed at how slick and hot she was, the way the
folds of her labia were swollen with desire. He wanted her a thousand times
more than he had just an hour before. She squirmed, grinding her hips against
his chest, the very vision of arousal. He pinched her clitoris, deliberately
driving her higher, and watched her flush. He could see the flutter of her
pulse at her throat and he felt the trembling of release start deep within her.

Jake
bent and captured her gorgeous mouth, kissing her with a proprietary force. She
immediately locked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He knew she
was going to wrap herself around him, but also knew he’d never resist
temptation if she did. He flicked his thumb across her hardened clitoris
instead, then drove two fingers inside her.

Christine
came with such force that he staggered in the water. Her hips bucked as her
orgasm exploded through her body and she shook so hard that he was afraid he’d
lose his grip on her. She cried out but he swallowed that sound, holding her
close as the aftershocks rolled through her body.

“Jake,”
she whispered, her mouth open as she leaned against his chest. “Oh, Jake.”

She
knew it was him.

Her
words made his chest tight. She knew it was him, and she wanted him. It
couldn’t be any better than this.

She
had given him a hint, and Jake was glad he’d taken it.

He
kissed her, loving her sweetness. She was softer now, more relaxed, although he
was still throbbing with need. She sighed and shifted in his embrace, and
again, he knew she intended to wind her legs around him. He was hard,
overwhelmed by her response, and knew one touch would set him off.

“Not
tonight,
chère
,” he murmured in
his fake French accent, bending to kiss her ear. “For then, there will be
nothing to anticipate.”

She
laughed. “We could always anticipate doing it again.”

Jake
grinned, liking her attitude. Before he could reply, though, Christine reached between
them and touched his erection. Jake caught his breath and knew she heard it. Heat
fired through his body and his knees weakened. He was going to lose control.
Christine caressed him slowly, making him forget everything but having her.

“Go
into the shallow water, my mystery man,” she said, her smile so provocative
that he couldn’t resist her suggestion. “You deserve an orgasm, too.”

She
was irresistible. Jake did as she asked, the very idea of Christine pleasing
him enough to make him dizzy. He set her on her feet so she could choose the
depth of the water that she preferred, holding her tightly by the hand as they
walked. The sand was smooth here, pounded to a flat surface, but he wasn’t
going to lose her for anything.

“Here,”
she said when the water was just past his knees and he stopped.

But
when Jake thought she’d fondle him with those graceful hands, Christine put her
hands on his chest and dropped to her knees. She pushed down his swimming
trunks. She bent as he watched—in mingled awe and excitement—then
took his erection into her mouth.

He
thought he’d explode immediately, but willed himself to hang on. His fingers
slid into her hair as her lips closed over him and he wasn’t sure he could
stand up in the face of such pleasure.

Christine,
though, wasn’t going to stop. She licked him, and flicked her tongue across the
tip of his penis, redoubling his desire with every touch. She massaged his
balls, squeezing them gently, even as she worked him. The sight of her gorgeous
mouth locked around him blew his mind. He was harder than he could imagine
being, unable to think due to the heat that pounded through his body.

But
she changed her pace, slowing down and then speeding up again, ensuring that
his pleasure lasted as long as possible. That he’d done the same to her didn’t
make it fair. Jake braced his feet against the ocean floor, tipped his heat
back and gritted his teeth as the orgasm rose within him. She sensed his
reaction because she suddenly flicked her tongue across the tip of his penis,
sending him to the moon. Jake came so hard and fast that the orgasm left him
staggering in the surf.

He
stood shaking afterward, his hands on her shoulders and his head bowed.

He
should have taken this chance years before.

Christine
gargled in the sea water and he smiled at the sound. “Which is more salty,
chère
?” he asked, his voice hoarse.