he croaked.
She swallowed very deliberately. "What do you think?" There was mischief in her eyes and just a tinge of shyness. But, no doubt, his baby was coming out of her shell.
His eyes went wide. " Dio! I've created a monster." Utterly delighted with her, he glanced at her little-nothing nightie. "Why aren't you naked?"
"Should I take it off?" she asked, a blush heating up her cheeks.
He just raised a brow at the silly question.
Sitting up on her knees, she grabbed the fluttering hem and pulled the nightie off, leaving her clad only in a pair of tiny lace panties. He recognized them.
"You're wearing my present." Reaching out, he touched her between her legs. The material was damp.
White-hot heat radiated from her core. She remained in her kneeling position, legsspread, letting him lazily explore .
"When are you going to give me another present?"
Despite her continued blush, the cheeky question was so sensuallyplayful, he could hardly believe it was asked by the same woman who'd feared a simple kiss. "What do you want, bellissima?"
Her eyes were wide and her breathing hitched. "Use yourimagination, you're pretty good at it."
Smiling smugly, he sped up his finger strokes, aware that despite her open desire, she continued to hold back part of herself. But each time they loved, that fear-inspired reserve lessened. Soon, soon he'd have everything.
"Um ... oh ... more, please, please more."
He gave her more, wanting to satisfy her because she'd satisfied him so very well. A while later, when she was squirming, he pressed hard against the throbbing nubbin between her legs, then withdrew before she could crest.
"Jackson!" Her glare was pure heat, her shyness lost under the pleasure and frustration.
He chuckled, enjoying her feminine rage. "You are so sexy. Come down here so I can kiss you."
"Lazy." But, she started to move down. While she was doing so, he rolled over onto his back. Putting his hand on her shapely little bottom, he said, "Straddle my chest."
Frowning at the order, she asked, "Why?"
"Do it and I'll showyou. "
Curious, she followed the instruction. "Now what?"
"Move up a little."
Her eyes wide, she obeyed. And stopped. He told her to keep going. She did. And then, hardly breathing, she moved that final inch. Chuckling at her scandalized expression, he shifted aside the gusset of her panties and returned the favor she'd done him. With interest.
"Jackson..." she began to protest and he thought that he'd gone too far for her.
He licked one long, slow lick.
She shuddered and clutched at the headboard.
"Wet and hot," he murmured, satisfied that she'd let him have his way. "Just the way I like my wife."
She was whimpering with his first kiss and sobbing with his second. By the time he began the third, her body had started to ripple with waves of pleasure.
They spent their last afternoon inFijiat the beach.Taylorlathered herself with sunscreen and coaxed Jacksonto let her smooth the cream over him, too. His body was vital in the sunshine, all golden muscle and strength against her fingertips.
"How about a swim?" He looked over his shoulder to where she knelt behind him.
Putting down the sunscreen, she thought over their earlier exertions. "Not after that hike you talked me into this morning." Her complaint was without heat because seeing the tropically forested upper regions of the island had been worth the trek. "I'll float, you swim."
Chuckling, he rose to his feet and tugged her up. "Sexy," he murmured, a teasing gleam in his eye.
Taylorknew very well that her modestly cut one piece bathing suit was no such thing. "Studly," she responded tongue in cheek, glancing at his board shorts.
Only his sudden smile gave her a hint of what he was about to do. Laughing, she tried to dodge him but he scooped her up in his arms and ran deep into the water before throwing her giggling body in. She came up still smiling and drenched from head to toe. Scraping her hair off her face, she took one look at him standing there laughing at her and narrowed her eyes. Using both hands, she splashed a huge wave of water onto him.
Dripping, he grinned. "Is that a declaration of war, piccola?"
In response, she splashed him again. Giving a mock roar, he lunged after her. The ensuing water fight was the most fun thatTaylorhad had in years. She laughed so much that her stomach hurt and when Jacksondeclared himself the victor, she was too exhausted to dispute it.
Dragging herself from the water, she collapsed on the fine white sand and