my own home, the yacht, and a house in Hawaii. I don’t play games. I want you.” He kissed her lips. “Trust me, love.”
She inhaled through her nose and blew out a big breath through her puckered lips. “I can’t just—”
“You can.” He lifted the bottle of wine to his lips, drank, and stretched his legs out in front of him. “You will.”
She laughed self-consciously. “You can’t be so sure that I’ll jump into a relationship with you. I have a job, my apartment, bills to pay…” She threw up her hands. “My own life. I can’t—I’ve just met you. We might lead two different lifestyles.”
“Trust me, love. I’ve lived more years than you have. I know exactly what I want. I think you knew that the moment I bought you a drink at the bar. You’re independent, but I saw the way you appraised me and concluded that I was a man who could take care of you, show you the pleasures of life, cherish you. I know, because it’s the way I feel about you.”
“But I can’t—” She sat back and gazed up at him with huge trusting eyes.
“You say that word too much. You should strike the word can’t from your vocabulary. Instead, say you can.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me. Let me show you something.”
Frowning, she moved the blanket off her legs and let him pull her to her feet. He led her to the front of the yacht, where the bow came to a point. He positioned her over the water and set her hands up on the polished wooden bar.
“Stay.” He stepped back.
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”
“I’m right here.” He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
Debbie followed his orders. Her hair blew back in the breeze coming off the water and reminded him of a ribbon floating away in the wind. He must pin her down before she too drifted away.
“Are your eyes shut?”
She nodded.
“Keep them closed. Don’t open them.” He stepped up behind her.
Despite her long, lean body, the top of her head barely reached his chin. He ran his hands along the sides of her ribs, her waist, and settled on the flare of her hips. Jesus, that little indention fit the size of his hands perfectly. Ideal handles to hold her steady as he watched his cock slide into her pussy from behind.
“Pay attention to how your body reacts to my hands.” He slid his hands down the sides of her legs. “I can feel you come alive and tremble under my touch.”
She inhaled deeply and let her head fall back on her shoulders.
“That’s it. Just let yourself enjoy the way I can make you feel.” His lips skimmed the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. “How does that feel? Good?”
“Mm…” She leaned back against his chest.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her upper body, and cradled her close. “It’s a beautiful night. Look out across the water.”
Debbie’s hand caressed his arm. “Yes.”
“It’s up to you, love. Will you trust me enough to make this a night you’ll never forget?”
Her fingers tightened, and she pressed her ass into the front of his slacks. “Oh God, yes.”
Kissing her shoulder, he let his arms fall and then stepped back away from her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He slid his hands into his pockets and rubbed his lips together. “You are exquisite.”
He sunk his hand into her thick locks. “Ready?”
She nodded, keeping her back toward him.
“Take off your blouse.”
She squeaked.
“No, don’t hesitate. Take it off and throw it into the water.” He waited, but she didn’t move. “Now, baby.”
Her arms rose, her hands moving to the front of her shirt. She blew her breath out. He smiled. She wanted this. Hell, he wanted this.
In slow motion, she rotated her shoulders enough for her to slide the blouse off her back. He moaned. Finally, he’d be able to view those nipples that tempted him earlier through her
She inhaled through her nose and blew out a big breath through her puckered lips. “I can’t just—”
“You can.” He lifted the bottle of wine to his lips, drank, and stretched his legs out in front of him. “You will.”
She laughed self-consciously. “You can’t be so sure that I’ll jump into a relationship with you. I have a job, my apartment, bills to pay…” She threw up her hands. “My own life. I can’t—I’ve just met you. We might lead two different lifestyles.”
“Trust me, love. I’ve lived more years than you have. I know exactly what I want. I think you knew that the moment I bought you a drink at the bar. You’re independent, but I saw the way you appraised me and concluded that I was a man who could take care of you, show you the pleasures of life, cherish you. I know, because it’s the way I feel about you.”
“But I can’t—” She sat back and gazed up at him with huge trusting eyes.
“You say that word too much. You should strike the word can’t from your vocabulary. Instead, say you can.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me. Let me show you something.”
Frowning, she moved the blanket off her legs and let him pull her to her feet. He led her to the front of the yacht, where the bow came to a point. He positioned her over the water and set her hands up on the polished wooden bar.
“Stay.” He stepped back.
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”
“I’m right here.” He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
Debbie followed his orders. Her hair blew back in the breeze coming off the water and reminded him of a ribbon floating away in the wind. He must pin her down before she too drifted away.
“Are your eyes shut?”
She nodded.
“Keep them closed. Don’t open them.” He stepped up behind her.
Despite her long, lean body, the top of her head barely reached his chin. He ran his hands along the sides of her ribs, her waist, and settled on the flare of her hips. Jesus, that little indention fit the size of his hands perfectly. Ideal handles to hold her steady as he watched his cock slide into her pussy from behind.
“Pay attention to how your body reacts to my hands.” He slid his hands down the sides of her legs. “I can feel you come alive and tremble under my touch.”
She inhaled deeply and let her head fall back on her shoulders.
“That’s it. Just let yourself enjoy the way I can make you feel.” His lips skimmed the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. “How does that feel? Good?”
“Mm…” She leaned back against his chest.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her upper body, and cradled her close. “It’s a beautiful night. Look out across the water.”
Debbie’s hand caressed his arm. “Yes.”
“It’s up to you, love. Will you trust me enough to make this a night you’ll never forget?”
Her fingers tightened, and she pressed her ass into the front of his slacks. “Oh God, yes.”
Kissing her shoulder, he let his arms fall and then stepped back away from her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He slid his hands into his pockets and rubbed his lips together. “You are exquisite.”
He sunk his hand into her thick locks. “Ready?”
She nodded, keeping her back toward him.
“Take off your blouse.”
She squeaked.
“No, don’t hesitate. Take it off and throw it into the water.” He waited, but she didn’t move. “Now, baby.”
Her arms rose, her hands moving to the front of her shirt. She blew her breath out. He smiled. She wanted this. Hell, he wanted this.
In slow motion, she rotated her shoulders enough for her to slide the blouse off her back. He moaned. Finally, he’d be able to view those nipples that tempted him earlier through her
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