“You like that?” he murmured, doing it again, letting his fingers linger. Opening her, deliberate and slow.
Kara rested her forehead against his, her breathing short and shallow, her eyes glittering. She was waiting for more, and he had so much more he wanted to give her.
“So ready for me,” he said, sliding the tips of his fingers over her, knowing full well that she needed more.
He groaned when her fingers curled around his shaft. She wasn’t playing fair either.
“So ready for me,” she whispered, and he turned his hand over and thrust two fingers inside her, loving the erotic sound of her moan.
“Dylan…”
His cock swelled harder at the sound of his name on her lips, making him reach for a condom from the drawer beside the bed.
She nodded, breathing hard, taking the foil packet from him and opening it with her teeth.
“Let me.”
Protection had never been so sexy. She rolled it over his length with sure fingers, and he rewarded her by drawing delicate circles around her clitoris with his index finger as he traced her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back, her fingers twisting in his hair, her breath coming in short rasps.
“Lie back, English,” he breathed, moving with her until they stretched out full length on the bed. She opened her thighs when he settled his body over hers, one thrust away from home. Her hand curved around his butt cheek, the other around the back of his neck.
It had to be now. He pushed his hips down, his breath leaving his chest in a rush as his cock thrust into the warmth and beauty of her body. Blood rushed to his brain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her fingernails dug into his ass where she gripped him, holding him deep inside her.
She opened her eyes when he smoothed her damp hair back from her face, and the trace of a smile crossed her kiss-swollen lips.
“I know,” he said hoarsely, rocking his hips slowly over hers. “I know.”
And then she wound those cowboy boots around his thighs, and all conscious thought left his head in favour of just feeling, and fucking.
Kara wrapped her legs tight around Dylan, hardly able to breathe around the need to come. He’d built her up to this from the moment she’d stepped aboard the boat, and every thrust of his cock edged her closer.
In the end, it wasn’t his cock that made her orgasm. It was his words.
“I know.”
He fucked her slowly, hard, and delicious, and when his hand snaked between their damp bodies to finger her clitoris, he said it again.
“I know, beautiful girl. I know.”
Did he know? Did he feel it too, that this was the fuck of a lifetime? She was boneless, ready to come, wanting it to go on forever because she’d never known sex could be so all-encompassing. He touched her everywhere. Between her legs. Inside her head. Every inch of her body shimmered on the agonising, delicious edge of orgasm, then his tongue slid over hers as he started to thrust faster, spreading her wide with his knee against hers.
His fingers. His cock. His eyes. His mouth.
“Fuck, Kara, oh fuck…” His eyes locked with hers as her body bucked beneath him. He lost his control watching her face as she came beneath him, his body responding with hard slams that sent her orgasm spinning out all the way to her toes and fingertips.
She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her hips, dragging him deeper still, making him shudder with release as he came with her hips clamped tight against him. They fitted perfectly. A lock and a key.
They lay for a while afterwards, her fingers lazy over the contours of his back, his lips smooching the curve of her neck.
When she opened her eyes, the astral ceiling winked down at her. Sex-tired and content, a smile curved her lips as she smoothed a hand down the back of his head.
“You made me see stars, Sailor.”
Chapter Eleven
“So how are we gonna play this thing, English?”
Kara accepted the steaming coffee mug Dylan held out and cradled it between her palms, still naked beneath the sheets of his ridiculously comfortable bed after a scant few hours of sleep. She leaned her head back against the padded headboard.
“Straight down the line,” she said.
“I don’t want to put you in a compromising position with Sophie and Lucien.”
She shook her head. “You won’t. They knew I was coming here last night.”
“You told them?” He looked up from stepping out of his jeans, surprise in his clear green eyes.
“Of course.” Kara shrugged. “Why not? I’m a big girl, they trust me to make my own decisions.”
She didn’t go into the fact that she and Sophie had sat down for a good hour yesterday evening talking it through, debating whether Kara was really ready to let someone close again after Richard’s betrayal. Sophie and Lucien had scraped her up off the floor last summer and pieced her back together, a slightly more complicated puzzle than she’d been beforehand. She frowned a little, not appreciating thoughts of Richard intruding on her first Sunday morning wake-up with another man since their split.
Placing her coffee down, she let the sheet fall to her waist.
“Breakfast?” She smiled sweetly and raised her eyebrows.
Appreciation flared in Dylan's eyes as he sat down on the side of the bed. He tugged the sheet away, revealing her naked body to his greedy gaze.
“The full English, sir?” she said, letting him look his fill.
He moved closer to stroke her breasts. “You have a smart mouth.”
“Do you like it?”
He snaked his tongue along her bottom lip. “I like it plenty.” His hands tracked over her rib cage and settled on her hips. “I like all of you plenty.”
His easy Californian accent softened his sensual words so that Kara found herself instinctively running her hands over the breadth of his shoulders, enjoying his body. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sailor.”
“In the interests of honesty, I feel I should tell you that I don’t actually own this boat, and I’ve never sailed in my life.”
Kara stroked her fingertips over his collarbones, unsure if she was relieved or disappointed that the Love Tug wasn’t a direct reflection of Dylan’s tastes.
“I’m still going to call you Sailor.”
“Good. I like the way you say it.”
“Sailor,” she said, deliberately husky, letting her fingers trail down the definition of his stomach, enjoying the way his cock reacted with interest.
“Did you offer me breakfast?” he said, sliding his hand between her legs. “Because I’ve decided what I want.”
“Hmm. What might that be?”
He opened her with his fingers, dropping his other hand down to explore her exposed sex.
“You.” He kissed her shoulder. “This.” He concentrated his attention on her clitoris, and she parted her legs wider for him. “Now.”
Dylan bent over her body and placed butterfly trails of kisses over her inner thighs, then lay down on his side, rolling her onto hers too. He rested his head on her inner thigh when she lifted her knee, and gave a small sigh of appreciation when she mirrored the position, inverted between his thighs.
“I’m hungry too,” she murmured, wrapping her arm over his hip, holding him close and loving the sight of his cock so close to her mouth. He was the most tempting breakfast she’d ever had before her.
He kept her waiting, letting her expectations heighten as he stroked the curves of her bottom and thighs, his lips everywhere but where she really wanted them to be. She repaid him in kind, massaging the firm cheeks of his ass, letting his cock brush her throat when she leaned in to lick the lines where his torso met his thigh.