Slow Hand Read Free Page B

red. Red painted nails just said come and get it. Pink made a man wonder how hot she could get.
    The breeze blew her hair back from her face. The wind put color in her cheeks and he just knew her lips were moist and soft and pouty. Perfect lips, perfect teeth, and a perfect pink tongue to lick him with.
    His hands clamped hard on the wheel, but his gaze slid down from her face to her chest, where hard pebbles pushed out of the little triangles that covered the tips of her breasts. The wind had blown the skirt between her thighs, outlining her. From here, he could see the line of her white thong bikini bottom as it disappeared between her legs. He clamped the wheel harder and remembered the threat of the snap and crackle on his hand and arm, reminding him not to touch her again.
    He still hadn’t seen her eyes. She’d kept her sunglasses on the whole time. Were they green? Blue? Soft? Hard? Did they telegraph her thoughts or was she adept at hiding them?
    He bet on her being wide open. Otherwise she wouldn’t need to hide behind the glasses and she’d have taken them off earlier.
    He studied the shoulder length, blonde hair and decided she was born with it. A sleek cigarette boat appeared on the starboard side. The sailors waved and the speedboat crossed his bow well ahead of the SandJack .
    Teri waved back and laughed at the smaller boat then put her bare feet up on the railing the same way he had earlier.
    Now she was going to take the nap he’d wanted.
    She slid down in the chair so she could stretch far enough to set her feet more squarely on the rail. The movement caused the skirt to fall clear of her legs, exposing them. Great legs.
    “You’ll burn,” he called. “Either cover up or use the sun screen under the chair.”
    She tilted her face toward him. “Sunburn even in this light?”
    “You’re pale and fair. This is Jamaican sun. Better to be safe.”
    She felt around under her seat and came up with a bottle. She popped the top, held the container high over her other hand and squeezed. A slow white stream of lotion drizzled into her palm.
    His mouth went dry as she lifted her left leg and began long slow strokes to apply it. She started at her toes and worked up to her ankle, swirling the creamy stuff around to the heel and back to the front. Her pink painted finger nails trailed up to her calves and rubbed the lotion into her skin.
    He hung on every smooth satiny movement of flesh as she kneaded and slathered and poured more from the bottle. She smoothed behind her knee where heat pooled, up her thighs, inside and outside. She stood, let the gauzy skirt drop to the teak deck and rubbed her hand across her left ass cheek. Creaming more lotion onto her hand, she went back to a thorough covering of her high taut buttock.
    Sweat broke out on his forehead. His T-shirt was long since damp. His shorts strained until he made an adjustment.
    He’d seen lots of women apply sun screen. He’d been invited to join the game countless times. He’d smoothed his share of fine asses, but this, this was like something out of a teenage boy’s dream.
    The last thought he had before all control settled south of his waistband, was that he didn’t give a damn about static charges or electricity or even fate. After that, his other head was in charge.
     
    “Need help?” The pirate’s voice sounded strained and Teri smiled to herself.
    “Not with this,” she called back.
    The champagne had gone to her head, the movie she’d seen had aroused her, while her weak little orgasm had only served to remind her of how much more she needed.
    As much as she wanted to let all those things dictate her behavior, her sensible side told her to slow down, take it easy, she’d been through too much to process in a few short hours. She shouldn’t add the seduction of a perfect stranger to the mix.
    Perfect. That was the operative word here, her other, definitely dangerous side said. Jared MacKay was the perfect stranger. Sexy, hot,