and light a flare down by where he should be instead of where he was standing.
With his stare fixed on mine and his long fingers locked around my ankle, he lifted my leg up to his mouth and kissed the inside of my ankle. The delicate skin was so sensitive, visible goose bumps spread up my entire leg.
“You like that,” he commented, not really needing my input.
“Feels so good.” I sighed, flopping back down flat. From this position, I wouldn’t have to look at his face when I said the next part of what I was thinking. “Grant, please. God, please, here. Just put your mouth on me here.” I slid my hands down between my legs and pulled my dress up until it was bunched around my waist. The cool night air washed over my overheated flesh.
“You’re trying to kill me. These pale-pink panties are perfect for you. On your milky white skin. You look like you’re glowing under the moonlight,” Grant said in a low voice.
He positioned himself on the sunbed again, this time between my legs. Nudging my thighs apart to accommodate his body, Grant got comfortable sitting back on his heels and surveyed my entire body.
“Touch yourself while I watch you,” he gritted.
“Grant, nooo.”
He shot his heated look up to meet mine. “Pardon?” he challenged.
“Seriously. Why are you fucking around so much tonight? Either eat me out or don’t. Shit. Now you’re just pissing me off. Take these off my wrists. I don’t want to do this anymore.” I shoved my bound hands in his face.
“Rio,” he warned.
“No, I’m fucking serious. There’s playing, and then there’s going too far. And this is going too far. Free me, or I will find one of the crew members to do it.”
In a flash, so many things happened, I couldn’t catalog the order of events. Grant grabbed the links that connected the two wrist cuffs and yanked so hard I flew into his lap. I was pretty sure if he hadn’t caught me, I would have continued straight over the railing and into the Pacific Ocean. The boat would’ve kept on cruising, and no one would’ve even known I was missing…maybe ever.
After my body was flush against his and we were both panting, he devoured my mouth so forcefully I thought I might have a fat lip. My barely concealed grin threatened to give away that I was enjoying his roughness.
“Reach between us and pull out my cock,” Grant growled against my ear and then bit my neck just below it. His savage moan was swallowed with the kiss I delivered in perfect time with the first tight stroke up and down his shaft. When I looked down between us, the stark difference between his swollen flesh and my feminine grip made the sight even more erotic.
“Shit, girl. So fucking good. Yes! Like that. You know just how I like it, baby.”
I stroked him while watching his face contort with ecstasy. “Fuck yes, I do.”
But then, in a skillful move, he stood and turned with me in his arms and laid me on my back, exactly in the spot he’d just vacated. The cushion was still warm from his body heat, yet a chill—or maybe a thrill—raced up my spine and made me shiver. The hungry look in his gaze warned of his wicked intentions as he sank to his knees between my parted ones.
Grant reached for the champagne bottle and hoisted the bottle aloft.
“Want some?” he asked with glittering eyes and a naughty grin.
“Mmm, yes, please.”
His grin grew wider, and he tilted the bottle to his lips, taking a hefty swig. He crawled up my body and forcefully pressed his mouth to mine, sharing the bubbly alcohol directly from his mouth to mine. I swallowed quickly and looked at him to find a mischievous smile that danced across every feature of his face. His beautiful blue eyes twinkled brighter than the stars, and his cut cheekbones pulled impossibly tighter with his playful expression.
“You’re mighty impressed with yourself, I see.” I chuckled.
“That was the best champagne I’ve ever tasted,” he growled. “Lie back, baby. I’m still thirsty.”
My quizzical look and delay in compliance brought a growl from deep within the man.
“Spread your legs and lie back. Don’t make me repeat myself, Blaze.”
That damn growl always got the best of me, and as much as I tried to keep my features neutral, the rush of wetness between my legs could not be hidden. Especially after I eased back, both nervous