Caribbean Heat Read Free

you are allowed to do that.” She was rambling, but the way he looked at her made her nipples press even harder against the thin fabric of her bikini.
    He glanced down, noticing, and the air sucked right out of her chest.
    Damn, the man was gorgeous. A little rugged-looking with a five o’clock shadow, and tattoos accentuating the muscles rippling beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his starched white shirt. Hell, he was one fine specimen of man.
    “Is everything okay?” he asked.
    Did he mean other than the fact that she just witnessed a sex show and he was about to get mounted if he didn’t get out of the way real fast? Sierra let out a quick breath and did her best to calm every nerve ending in her body that was on fire. Which was pretty much all of them. “Yes, everything is fine.”
    “Well, I better get back up there.” Jack didn’t move. What was he waiting for? Didn’t he know he was in grave danger of attack by a hormonally charged woman?
    “Yeah. You better get up there.” Sierra hoped like hell the lust wasn’t obvious in her voice. She had no right to be lusting after him or hope this man she barely knew was thinking the same things she was.
    He moved to the stairs, a safe distance from her. Sierra let out a long breath, turned and walked to the little room she shared with Crystal. Twin beds sat on either side of the room with not much space for anything else. For the next few hours Sierra would be alone, and she needed to find release before she did anything stupid, like throw herself at the captain of the boat.
    She peeled her bikini off and slipped an oversized t-shirt on, then climbed into bed, pulling the soft comforter all the way up to her neck. It was silly to lust after Jack. She couldn’t have him, but the way the man looked at her made her juices flow. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught him looking, but he seemed to be trying to avoid her for some reason. Probably because romances between employees on the boat were strictly prohibited and he didn’t have any interest in losing his job. She didn’t either.
    There was only one way to take care of this problem, to quench the tingling need in her core and forget about the sexy captain.
    Sierra rubbed her palm against her swollen sex and then slipped a finger into her wetness. She didn’t need a man to find relief right now, in fact a man would only bring complications to her life. She wasn’t going to be on this yacht long, just until she made enough money to pay for her last classes and apartment rent while she finished her Master’s program this fall. One more semester and she was done, ready to move on to the next phase in life.
    A man who spent most of his time at sea would not fit into her future, but that didn’t stop his face from flooding her mind as her fingers worked circles around her clit, bringing orgasm closer and closer with every circle. What would his fingers feel like against her skin? Probably rough. And the cocky smile he gave her earlier made Sierra guess he was probably very talented at making a woman scream his name.
    She slid one finger in and out of her wetness, her cunt squeezing around it. What she really wanted, really needed, was a cock—Jack’s cock—but her own finger would have to do. She slid it in and out again and again as the pleasure built quickly, ready to take her over the edge.
    Images of the men upstairs, slamming their cocks into the women, and then images of Jack doing the same thing to her, flooded her mind. She circled her clit harder, faster, needing release. She was so damn close to finding it.
    Pleasure surged through her body. Sierra thrust her finger into the heat and wetness as hard and deep as she could. Needing. Relief. Now.
    She closed her eyes, let the world around her disappear, and the surges hit. A low moan escaped her lips, interrupting the silence of the room as her orgasm flooded through her. Sierra’s entire body jerked, tensed, and then did it all over again before she