Champagne Rules by Susan Lyons Page B

jeans down, and stared at her. “God, you’re beautiful. Are you a woman, or a mermaid risen from the sea?”
    She glanced down. Her pale skin reflected the moonlight so much better than his. If anyone walked by now, they’d sure get an eyeful. But Jaxon’s dazed expression told her that eyeful was something to be proud of. “Follow me in and find out,” she dared him.
    Then, without hurrying, she walked as gracefully as she could in the sand, to the edge of the water. Knowing his eyes followed her made her nipples tighten. The ache began again, low in her belly. He could arouse her just by watching her. She toed the water. Had she said cold? Yikes, it was freezing!
    She forced herself to take a few cautious steps in, feeling goose bumps rise on her whole body. Now there was a picture: female nude, with giant goose bumps.
    Was he going to leave her standing here alone?
    Jax watched, mesmerized, as Suzanne strolled away from him. She was breathtaking: straight-backed, that amazing mass of red-gold hair hanging halfway down her back, curvy hips and backside, then long, gorgeous legs.
    Tonight, as the water lapped her knees, he could almost imagine those legs joining together, forming a tail. She’d flip her tail, swim out to sea, and he’d never see her again. Instead, she turned, and, if such a thing were possible, the view improved. Graceful female curves in absolutely the right quantities. She crooked a finger, then turned again, and walked deeper into the ocean.
    He cast a quick glance up and down the beach. Oh hell, he wasn’t going to wuss out. He had a mermaid to catch. Hurriedly, he dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down, struggling to free his erection. Then he strode the few steps to the waterline and splashed in. Jesus, it was ice! On the other hand, there was the sight of Suzanne to heat his blood. He was almost surprised the water around his legs didn’t boil. Trying to keep his balance on the pebbly bottom, he walked toward her. She held out her hand and he took it. He leaned forward so his breath tickled her ear and whispered, “You are one x-rated woman.”
    She gave him a cat-smile. “I’m not the one who’s doing hard-core porn.”
    He glanced down. The water came to mid thigh, and its chill had done nothing to discourage his jutting cock. But he was positive he wasn’t alone in this sweet agony. He slid a hand between her legs, making her gasp. “You’re as turned on as I am.”
    “I’m not”—she sucked in a breath as his finger invaded her slick heat—“denying it,” she choked out.
    Suzanne reached for his penis, obviously deciding two could play this game. Jax didn’t care. The great thing was, it didn’t matter who won.
    She caressed his length, then pulled away from his probing finger. Leaning down, she gathered a handful of water, then brought her hand back to his erection. He gasped at the shock of cold water against his heat.
    When she dropped to her knees, he winced at the thought of the freezing water, the rough sand and pebbles biting into her flesh. But he didn’t pull her up. He had to find out what she was going to do.
    She bathed him again with icy water, then leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Her very hot mouth. His hands came down on her shoulders, gripping convulsively. “Jesus, Suzanne,” he hissed. “You can’t—” He broke off as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Oh man. She could.
    She sucked, swished her tongue around some more, nibbled with her lips, scraped her teeth ever so gently against his aching flesh, cupped his balls in her hands. Then she released him and gathered another handful of water. When she splashed him, his body bucked involuntarily, and it did again when she once more applied her mouth and hands.
    His hips began to move as he thrust into her mouth. He forced himself to hold back, giving her only as much of his length as she could handle. But even that was too much for him and he could feel his body