My skin heated, my belly tightening in anticipation. When he finally leaned in and took a long, slow lick, I cried out. The sensation was overwhelming, but I wanted him to do it again. I got my wish. He came back, returning to my clit and ravishing it with his hot tongue while his fingers curled forward inside me. My legs began to shake, and I feared I would collapse. He lifted one weak-kneed leg and threw it over his shoulder, his hand sliding up the back of my thigh to cradle my ass for support. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to explode and my cries of pleasure to echo around us.
Dalton let my leg fall back to the ground and held onto me as I steadied myself. His mouth found my shoulder and he trailed kisses all the way to my lips. His body pressed into mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. I couldn’t wait to return the favor. I let my hands relax and slide back over his shoulders, giving them a gentle shove, breaking our kiss. He gave me a perplexed look, unsure why I would push him away, but I just let my hands continue to drift further down his body, across his chest and over the hard ridges of his stomach. His gaze lowered and he watched as I explored his body.
His erection bobbed and flexed when my hands were only inches away. I loved how he anticipated my touch. I gripped him in my hand and he groaned, bracing a hand against the wall behind me. I stroked him a few times before dropping to my knees. He sucked in a breath as my body lowered to the tile floor.
“Taylor.” My name came out on a pant, the sound of a man desperate for my touch. I opened my mouth and eased my lips over the crown. He groaned, the needy sound spurring me on. He was big, and there was no way I could take him all in, but I would take him as deep as I could. I kept my hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with my sucks. A low rumbling sound vibrated in his chest as I worked him over, not a grunt, but not quite a growl. It was primal and sexy, and I wanted to keep hearing it. His hips began making short little thrusts as his hand settled into my hair.
“Taylor, fuck. I’m gonna–” The warning fell from his lips as hot bursts of liquid hit the back of my throat. I finished him off and was instantly lifted to my feet and wrapped in a tight embrace. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry about that,” he spoke into my hair, smoothing his palm over it. “That one just kind of snuck up on me.”
“It’s fine,” I chuckled. I normally wasn’t a fan of that, but with Dalton, it didn’t bother me in the least. He let out a relieved laugh and framed my face with his hands, kissing me softly on the lips.
“I’d better let you out of here so you can get ready. I won’t be long,” he assured me.
With one final kiss, I slipped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around me and securing it just above my breasts. I combed through my hair and applied a little product to give it beachy waves before starting on my makeup. I’d been keeping it pretty light lately, but decided to go for a more dramatic, romantic look, considering the evening ahead. A sunset cruise with Dalton by my side sounded like a dream and I wanted to look perfect for it.
When Dalton stepped out, rubbing a towel over his chiseled torso, I gawked. I couldn’t help myself. He was just so perfect. His body was incredibly well maintained and his muscles well defined. I considered myself one lucky girl to have the privilege of seeing him naked.
“See something you like?” he said to my reflection, a cocky grin revealing gleaming white teeth.
I see something I love.
Whoa, Nelly! I’d better put the brakes on that thought. Things had moved at lightning speed since he confessed he’d wanted me for years, but that was taking it too far, too fast. I buried those thoughts as deeply as I could and smiled into the mirror.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” I responded playfully.
He regrettably wrapped the towel around his waist, hiding that glorious piece of manhood, and stalked up behind me. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my shoulder and I momentarily let my eyes close, basking in his affection. This man would be my undoing. I was treading dangerous waters here, but I wouldn’t take a life raft now if someone threw me one.
“I’ll let you finish getting ready. Wouldn’t want to cause any distractions,” he smirked and swatted my behind before exiting the bathroom.
Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
***
The sunset cruise was everything I imagined it would be and more. They served us drinks and hors d’oeuvres as we snuggled up together on a padded bench seat. I’d chosen an off-the-shoulder maxi dress with a slit up one side that exposed one leg when I crossed them. We sat at an angle in our seat, my back leaned up against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist. Every few minutes, he pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder and I’d close my eyes, overcome with euphoria at the sensation. I couldn’t imagine how awkward this night would have been if we were still fighting our attraction to one another. We’d have to sit on opposite ends of the boat just to avoid touching and combusting into sexually repressed flames. Thank goodness that wasn’t the case.
I rested my head against his large bicep and his arm curled even tighter around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my hair and nuzzled his face into my neck. My desire sparked to life with his affectionate touch, and he must have sensed the shift. The hand resting against my belly dropped to my leg and found the opening in my dress. His fingers brushed over the sensitive skin covering my thigh and I held my breath, wondering what he would do next.
I glanced around, hoping nobody would notice what he was doing. Thankfully, there weren’t many others on this boat and the people who were there were with their partners and paying us no mind.
Dalton’s fingers pushed the gauzy material higher, finding the edge of my panties. He dipped beneath them, tracing the seam from the crease of my leg up to my hip and back down.
“I can’t wait to tear these off of you,” he growled into my ear. “Now that I know just how sweet you taste, I may have to use my teeth.”
My breath hitched and my thighs clamped together as heat and desire flooded between my legs. How far would he go? How intimately would he touch me with other people around? I almost uncrossed my legs just to tempt him and find out, but he lowered his hand, splaying his palm over my thigh and squeezing.
“Later,” he promised on a whisper.
When the cruise was over, we walked along the well-lit beach, mingling with other guests. This area of the resort was where the party was. Couches, loungers, and even beds were grouped around fire pits with tiki torches illuminating the spaces between. People were laughing and drinking, all dressed in clothes a little too fancy for the beach.
“Want to grab a drink?” Dalton asked, nodding toward the bar overlooking the water from a manmade stone pier. It was shaped like an octagon with a three hundred sixty-degree view of the ocean and the bar situated in the very center.
“That sounds great.” We walked along the short pier with our hands laced together. We each ordered a drink and found seats at the crowded counter. “What time is dinner?”
Dalton consulted his watch before answering. “We’ve got about twenty minutes. We can head that way when we finish our drinks,” he offered, holding up his half empty glass.
We bumped into the group we were having dinner with as we left the beach and followed them the few blocks to the restaurant where they’d made reservations. The hostess didn’t seem to mind the additions to their party and led us to the hibachi grill with a smile. The Japanese steakhouse was decorated beautifully with an array of floral patterns and shiny black counters speckled with flecks of gold. One wall had been painted to look like a grove of cherry blossoms; the brushstrokes were so lifelike, I could almost smell their sweet blooms.