WE ANCHOR IN THE cove near Hedley Spit on Bainbridge Island. Together, Mac and I lower the dinghy so he can go ashore and visit a friend in Point Monroe. “I’ll see you in about an hour, Mr. Grey.” He descends into the small boat, gives Ana a wave, and fires up the outboard motor.
I vault up to the aft deck where Ana is standing and grab her hand. I don’t need to watch Mac speed toward the lagoon; I have more pressing business to attend to.
“What are we going to do now?” Ana asks, as I take her into the saloon.
“I have plans for you, Miss Steele.” And with indecent haste, I drag her into my cabin. She’s smiling as I make quick work of her life jacket and toss it to the floor. Once it’s off, she stares at me, remaining mute, but her teeth tease her bottom lip, and I don’t know if it’s deliberate or an unconscious lure.
I want to make love to her.
On my boat.
It will be another first.
Caressing her face with the tips of my fingers, I slowly move them down to her chin, her neck, and her sternum to the first closed button on her blouse. Her eyes never waver from mine. “I want to see you.” With my thumb and forefinger, I undo the button. She stands absolutely still, her breathing accelerated.
I know she’s mine to do with as I please. My girl.
I stand back to give her some room. “Strip for me,” I whisper. Her lips part and her eyes blaze with desire. Slowly she brings her fingers up to her next fastened button, and at a snail’s pace undoes it, then moves at the same infuriating pace to the next one.
Fuck.
She’s taunting me. Minx.
When the final button is undone she pulls her shirt apart and shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor.
She’s wearing a white lacy bra, her nipples taut against the lace, and she’s a fine, fine sight. Her fingers run down past her navel and toy with the top button of her jeans.
Sweetheart, you need to take your shoes off.
“Stop. Sit.” I point to the edge of the bed and she complies.
I fall to my knees and undo the laces of first one and then the other sneaker, pulling them off, followed by her socks.
I pick up her foot and kiss the soft pad of her big toe, then graze it with my teeth.
“Ah,” she breathes, and the sound is music to my dick.
Let her do this her way, Grey.
Standing, I hold out my hand and pull her up from the bed. “Continue.” I give her the floor and step back to enjoy the show.
With a wanton look at me, she undoes the button and tugs down her zipper at the same slow pace. She hooks her thumbs into her waistband and slowly shimmies out of her jeans, sliding them down her legs.
She’s wearing a thong.
A thong.
Wow.
She unfastens her bra and slides the straps down her arms before dropping it on the floor.
I want to touch her.
And I clench my fists to stop myself.
She slips off her thong and lets it fall to her ankles, where she steps out of it and stands before me.
She is all woman.
And I want her.
All of her.
Her body, her heart, and her soul.
You have her heart, Grey. She loves you.
I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head, then my T-shirt. I slip out of my shoes and socks. Her eyes never leave mine.
Her look is scorching.
I move to undo my jeans. She puts her hand over mine. “Let me,” she whispers.
I’m impatient to get out of my jeans, but I give her a big smile. “Be my guest.”
She steps forward and slips her hand over the waistband of my jeans and tugs so I’m forced to take a step closer to her. She undoes the top button, but she doesn’t undo the zipper. Instead, her intrepid fingers meander from the zipper to trace the straining outline of my cock. Instinctively, I flex my hips, pushing my erection into her hand. “You’re getting so bold, Ana, so brave.” I cradle her face with my hands and kiss her, easing my tongue into her mouth while she places her hands on my hips and circles her thumbs against my skin, just above the waistband of my jeans.
“So are you,” she breathes against my lips.
“Getting there,” I answer.
She tugs down my fly, pushes her hand inside my pants, and takes hold of my cock. I growl in appreciation and my lips find hers as I fold her in my arms, feeling her soft skin against mine.
The darkness is gone.
She knows where to touch me.
And how to touch me.
Her hand tightens around me, squeezing hard, and her hand moves up and down, pleasuring me. I tolerate a few moves, then whisper, “Oh, I want you so much, baby.” I step back and remove my pants and underwear and stand before her naked, ready.
Her eyes scan my body, but as she does that v appears between her brows.
“What’s wrong, Ana?” I ask, and gently stroke her cheek. Is she reacting to my scars?
“Nothing. Love me, now,” she says.
Embracing her, I kiss her with fervor, my fingers tangling in her hair. I’ll never get enough of her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. I walk her backward and gently lower both of us onto the bed. Lying by her side, I run my nose along her jawline, inhaling deeply.
Orchards. Apples. Summer and a mellow fall.
She’s all of those things.
“Do you have any idea how exquisite your scent is, Ana? It’s irresistible.” With my lips, I trace a line down her throat, across her breasts, kissing her as I go, breathing in her essence as I travel down her body.
“You are so beautiful.” I suck gently on a nipple.
She moans and her body bows off the bed.
The sound makes me harder. “Let me hear you, baby.” I cup her breast, then move to her waist, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers. I move past her hip, her ass, down to her knee while I kiss and suckle her breasts. Holding her knee, I hitch up her leg and curl it over my hips.
She gasps, and I revel in her reaction.
Rolling over, I take her with me so she’s on top of me. I hand her a condom from the side table.
Her delight is clear and she scoots down so that she’s sitting on my thighs. She grabs my erection and leans down and kisses the tip. Her hair falls, forming a curtain around my cock as she takes me into her mouth.
Fuck. It’s erotic.
She consumes me, sucking hard, skimming her teeth over me.
I groan and flex my hips so I’m deeper in her mouth.
She lets me go, tears open the foil packet, and unrolls the condom on my rigid dick. I hold out my hands to help her balance, and she takes them both, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, sinks down on me.
Oh, God.
It’s so good.
I close my eyes and tip my head back as she takes me. And I give myself over to her.
She moans and I place my hands on her hips and move her up and then down as I push up, consuming her. “Oh, baby,” I whisper, and I want more. So much more.
I sit up so we’re nose to nose and I’m cradling her ass with my thighs, and I’m buried deep inside her. She gasps and grabs my arms as I hold her head and stare into her beautiful eyes, eyes that shine with her love and desire.
“Oh, Ana. What you make me feel,” I say, and kiss her with unbridled passion.
“Oh, I love you,” she says, and I close my eyes.
Ana loves me.
I roll her over, her legs locked around my waist, and look down at her in wonder.