It was the most erotic moment she’d ever had on a boat.
He raised his head and met her gaze. “Come for me, baby.”
He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and thrust his fingers faster and faster in and out of her.
A loud scream fell from her lips. The orgasm pounded through her, making her legs tense on his shoulders. Waves of pleasure assaulted her and left her floating. She could lay there forever, enjoying the way her body relaxed when her orgasm ran its course.
He kissed her inner thigh and his way up to her chest, up her collarbone, and to her lips. When he took her lips, she tasted herself on his tongue. It was the first time she’d done that, and it made her instantly burn from the inside.
While Smoke got the diving gear ready, her mind wandered once again to Ash. Earlier at the office, Ash had given her an orgasm worthy of an award. But then Smoke had just given her a totally awesome orgasm and did not seem to want one in return, at least not yet. It almost felt like she was cheating, but she wasn’t because they hadn’t claimed they were exclusive or anything.
How had she gotten to this point having two hot gorgeous men wanting her? Choosing was going to be so hard. On the one hand, there was Smoke, romantic, adventurous, sexy as fucking hell. He seemed to want to take care of her almost in a protective way. He was also the more lighthearted of the two.
Then there was Ash. Smoking hot Ash. That man could curl any woman’s toes just by touching her. His hands and tongue definitely knew what they were doing when he had a girl naked. He was also a businessman, smart, and he truly loved his island and its people. What was not to love?
Oh, shit. Did she say, love? No. Nope. No way. It was too soon to feel anything like that. Wasn’t it? It was so not the time to feel guilty about wanting them both or even think of deciding. She needed to chill the hell out and enjoy the day. Enjoy time with each of them.
Smoke helped her put on her gear before he pulled out his and checked it over. She sat on the side of the boat, waiting and watching his incredible body move about. He went down to swim trunks that were smaller than his running shorts from the other day. Hot damn!
Just as Smoke sat to put his flippers on, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and frowned. “I need to take this. It’s the security I’ve been talking to about your place. It may take a few minutes.”
“Okay, do you mind if I go on down first?” she asked.
He leaned over to her and locked his lips with hers even though it was a bit awkward with her mask over her eyes and nose. She couldn’t breathe.
He pulled away. “I really wish that you’d wait until I finish my call. You aren’t familiar with the area. You could get into trouble.” She snorted a breath out her nose and raised her goggles.
“I’ve been diving for years. Besides, I promise I won’t go far. I’ll stay right here, just far enough to get my gear wet, and set up.”
He sighed but grinned. “Fine,” he chuckled. “You don’t play fair.” Giving her a little kiss on her cheek, he pulled her mask back down. “Now you can go. Don’t get too close to the ship down there. A mean group of barracuda has been known to hang out in spots.”
His smile would’ve melted her undies if she had any on. He answered his phone, and she launched backward over the side. The water was perfect—warm and clear enough to see the bottom. So beautiful.
Kicking her way around the cove, she approached the area of the sunken ship. According to her research, this was supposedly Bonnie and Read’s ship that sank almost three hundred years ago, at the same time as the volcano rumbled the ground. Scientists weren’t sure of that, but many agreed with that hypothesis.
Over the top, Valentina slowly floated as the sunlight dappled through the water, creating moving splotches of shadow along the floor. Fish darted through the barnacle-covered remains.
The wreckage was like nothing she’d seen before. First of all, there wasn’t a whole lot to see. No large chunks of hull or masts existed, they’d long ago eroded by the salt