Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2) by Rosie Harper Page B

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    “I’ll bring some of the food down from the cabin and we can rest over on the island and eat,” he says and makes his way down below. I’m pleased Ricardo is with me. At least somebody is here and I am not stranded by myself! I take one last look out towards the sea before following Ricardo off the yacht and onto the beach. We make our way to the line of palm trees and find a small clearing. 
     
     
    The rest of the day is passed soaking up the sun and speaking about the upcoming wedding. I tell him a few stories about Peter as we eat the food he brought from the yacht. After a few hours or so, the sun begins to set and Ricardo brings some sticks over to make a fire.
    “You know what you’re doing?” I laugh. “Of course, when I studied in New Hampshire there was a lot of survival outings,” he shoots a dashing smile towards me. Ricardo is wearing a tight vest that shows off his bulging muscles and a pair of bright yellow shorts. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t look sexy. As darkness begins to appear the fire is successfully lit and helps us see our immediate surroundings.
    “Are we safe Rick?” I ask.
    “Absolutely signora, I won’t let anything happen to my sister in law. Firstly, your fiancé would kill me and secondly, you are much too beautiful to be harmed.” Upon him saying this I suddenly realize the suggestive clothing I am in – a pair of white tracksuit bottoms and a short tee-shirt. Ricardo takes off his top and the silhouette of the fire seem to wave around on his bare rippling stomach. This is awkward. He is surely a great looking guy and I have gotten used to him by now. I just haven’t ever been in a situation like this with anyone alone before. “What’s the plan for tomorrow? I take it your PA will just track the GPS on your yacht?”
    Ricardo places his tee shirt on a nearby trunk and leans back – with only his shorts now on his body, “Of course Rachel, I don’t plan on spending the rest of the week here.” He catches my eyes staring down at his body.
    Although it was absolutely scorching throughout the day, it is starting to get a bit chilly now since the sun has set. A slight breeze shoots up my back making me shudder. Ricardo notices this, “You cold??”
    What am I going to say? I know if I say yes he will come closer to me. “Yes, freezing” I reply. It is a stupid move but for some reason, I don’t really care out here in the wild. Nobody is around and for all I know there could be a wild beast on this island with plans of having me for supper any moment now. It will be better spending time with Ricardo’s beast which will surely be friendlier. Just as I expected, Ricardo gets up and walks over to my side of the fire before sitting beside me.
    “I’m not ready,” I say and pull my straight blonde hair back. The movement raises my breasts; I’m not wearing a bra. He places his big firm hands on my waist and leans his face closer to mine. He looks so tasty and smells delightful. I part my lips and immediately allow his tongue to slide happily into my mouth. A wave of violent excitement shudders through me; I almost faint as I reach down and feel his big hard cock through the thin material of his shorts. This is so naughty and sinful. Our lust for each other is taking over our actions as the sound of smooching lips now accompany the flickering pops of the burning fire. Any feeling of cold is now gone as his body heat begins to transfer itself to me.
    He reaches underneath my top and cups my supple breast, squeezing it ever so gently. I let out a distinct short moan of pleasure, reveling in the sensation of his hand surface massaging my sensitive nipple. I raise my arms and allow Ricardo to remove the tee-shirt now completely exposing two hanging breasts. His head ventures downward and begins to suck hard on the ripe nipple like it is a perfect summer fruit. A piercing sensation shoots upwards through my chest and I press his head close to me as he