search of dinner supplies.
And condoms.
After hitting the market and the pharmacy, she swung past Daphne’s boat, but her friend wasn’t home. Arielle would be at the school for another hour at least.
Cara chewed on her lower lip. She needed to tell her friends that the situation had changed.That Mick wasn’t anyone’s enemy, and surely they could find a way to…
But she didn’t know how to finish that thought
She wasn’t sure what they were going to do after today. Today’s plan, though, was to get Mick out of whatever funk he’d slipped into. With condoms. And her mouth. Whatever other part of her body might please him, too.
When she got back to the plantation, Mick wasn’t in the hammock.The lunatic had found a ladder from somewhere and he was on the roof, slowly moving around, stopping occasionally to poke at the shingles.
“What are you doing?” she hollered, shielding her eyes as she stared up at him.
“Checking the roof damage from last night,” he called back. “Why?”
She held up the box of condoms. “No reason.”
“I can’t tell what that is,” he said, planting his hands lowon his hips. “But if it’s condoms…”
“It is.”
“I’ll be right down.”
She braced the bottom of the ladder, and as soon as he hit the ground, they were kissing.
And laughing.
She tipped her face up to the sun as he spun her around, his mouth on her neck and his hands…everywhere. This was good. This was very, very good.
“Hammock sex?” Mick mumbled as he slipped his hand inside her t-shirt.
“No,” she panted.
“Bed?”
“Too far.”
“Tent?”
“Too stuffy.” It was muggy and humid, the damp of the storm lingering in the air. “Upstairs.”
Mick stopped her as she turned to go inside. He pressed the hard, flexing bulk of his front against her back, and she shivered. “What’s upstairs?”
She grinned. “The most amazing balcony…I haven’t shown it to you yet.”
There were two balconies, actually,one stretching across the front of the house, matching the full length of the verandah below.
But in the back, there was a smaller one, off what once had been the master bedroom. Empty now, like all the other rooms in the house, it seemed nearly as cavernous as the ballroom below.
The balcony, however, was small, covered, and had the most amazing view of the ocean.
“You’ve been holding outon me,” Mick rumbled behind her.
“You going to punish me?” she whispered, glancing back at him.
He shook his head slowly as a feral grin curled up his face. “Not my style, kitten. I prefer sweet rewards.”
“Oh yeah?” She turned and moved all the way across the balcony until her back touched the thick wooden railing. She dropped the condom box to the floor, spread her arms wide and gave him acoy look. “What do I need to do for a reward?”
He braced his hands on either side of her hips, his feet set wide too, and somehow managed to loom over her without really touching her. Sure, his arms brushed her waist, his legs glanced against her calves as she shifted restlessly in the cage of his body and the railing, but it wasn’t enough.
It was a cruel tease.
He gazed down at her, his eyescrawling slowly over her face. “Tell me what you like. I’ll reward honesty.”
“I…” Her skin was too hot. She wanted to feel his eyes and his hands and the wind on her flesh. “I like to be naked.”
“I like you to be naked, too.” He dropped one hand to her waist and rucked up her tank top. "You have the most gorgeous skin."
"Take it off…please.” She was begging, and he’d just touched her belly.He was so, so good at this.
“I don’t think so.” He dropped the fabric of her shirt and ran his knuckles up her torso, between her breasts. When his fingers got to the neckline, he hooked over it and tugged it down. “Pretty bra.”
She didn’t say anything as he worked her shirt beneath her breasts, then continued his lazy exploration of her skin with the tips of
And condoms.
After hitting the market and the pharmacy, she swung past Daphne’s boat, but her friend wasn’t home. Arielle would be at the school for another hour at least.
Cara chewed on her lower lip. She needed to tell her friends that the situation had changed.That Mick wasn’t anyone’s enemy, and surely they could find a way to…
But she didn’t know how to finish that thought
She wasn’t sure what they were going to do after today. Today’s plan, though, was to get Mick out of whatever funk he’d slipped into. With condoms. And her mouth. Whatever other part of her body might please him, too.
When she got back to the plantation, Mick wasn’t in the hammock.The lunatic had found a ladder from somewhere and he was on the roof, slowly moving around, stopping occasionally to poke at the shingles.
“What are you doing?” she hollered, shielding her eyes as she stared up at him.
“Checking the roof damage from last night,” he called back. “Why?”
She held up the box of condoms. “No reason.”
“I can’t tell what that is,” he said, planting his hands lowon his hips. “But if it’s condoms…”
“It is.”
“I’ll be right down.”
She braced the bottom of the ladder, and as soon as he hit the ground, they were kissing.
And laughing.
She tipped her face up to the sun as he spun her around, his mouth on her neck and his hands…everywhere. This was good. This was very, very good.
“Hammock sex?” Mick mumbled as he slipped his hand inside her t-shirt.
“No,” she panted.
“Bed?”
“Too far.”
“Tent?”
“Too stuffy.” It was muggy and humid, the damp of the storm lingering in the air. “Upstairs.”
Mick stopped her as she turned to go inside. He pressed the hard, flexing bulk of his front against her back, and she shivered. “What’s upstairs?”
She grinned. “The most amazing balcony…I haven’t shown it to you yet.”
There were two balconies, actually,one stretching across the front of the house, matching the full length of the verandah below.
But in the back, there was a smaller one, off what once had been the master bedroom. Empty now, like all the other rooms in the house, it seemed nearly as cavernous as the ballroom below.
The balcony, however, was small, covered, and had the most amazing view of the ocean.
“You’ve been holding outon me,” Mick rumbled behind her.
“You going to punish me?” she whispered, glancing back at him.
He shook his head slowly as a feral grin curled up his face. “Not my style, kitten. I prefer sweet rewards.”
“Oh yeah?” She turned and moved all the way across the balcony until her back touched the thick wooden railing. She dropped the condom box to the floor, spread her arms wide and gave him acoy look. “What do I need to do for a reward?”
He braced his hands on either side of her hips, his feet set wide too, and somehow managed to loom over her without really touching her. Sure, his arms brushed her waist, his legs glanced against her calves as she shifted restlessly in the cage of his body and the railing, but it wasn’t enough.
It was a cruel tease.
He gazed down at her, his eyescrawling slowly over her face. “Tell me what you like. I’ll reward honesty.”
“I…” Her skin was too hot. She wanted to feel his eyes and his hands and the wind on her flesh. “I like to be naked.”
“I like you to be naked, too.” He dropped one hand to her waist and rucked up her tank top. "You have the most gorgeous skin."
"Take it off…please.” She was begging, and he’d just touched her belly.He was so, so good at this.
“I don’t think so.” He dropped the fabric of her shirt and ran his knuckles up her torso, between her breasts. When his fingers got to the neckline, he hooked over it and tugged it down. “Pretty bra.”
She didn’t say anything as he worked her shirt beneath her breasts, then continued his lazy exploration of her skin with the tips of
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