day, and we didn’t have stables close to the house so someone would have to drive me to wherever we boarded him. I’d already named him Wind.” She snorted. “That’s such a dumb name, even for a fictional horse. It wasn’t practical and I knew that. I cried when I left that ranch, even though I was beat up and bruised from all the work.
“My dad was surprised when I told him that I didn’t want a horse after all, and I explained why. I was so practical about it all, that my dad bought me a puppy. Enter Terry the Terrible.”
Jackson squeezed her tighter. “That name still cracks me up.”
“At first he traveled with us, but he hated it. That’s when I decided to stay home with Layla, and began going to a real school.” She stepped away from him. “There I go again telling my life story.”
“I like hearing about your past,” Jackson told her and he meant it. “I want to hear more, but it sounds like thefood is on the way.” He’d heard the table rolling down the hill a few seconds ago.
She turned around to watch as the waiter moved everything into their villa. “How do you do that? I saw him rolling that cart and I still didn’t hear it. Maybe I need to get my hearing checked.”
He kissed her ear and nibbled at the lobe. “Your ears are exquisite.”
She giggled. “I’m serious. Really, you have to teach me how you do that. On the beach this morning, I could hear those people talking but no way could I concentrate enough to understand the conversation.”
“I promise I will impart as much wisdom as I can, but for now, let’s go eat.” He playfully patted her butt.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl again, and Jackson couldn’t help but laugh. Wrapping his arm around her he guided her back toward their villa and the specially ordered feast. She had no idea what was in store and Jackson’s body tensed with anticipation. She wanted a sexy tropical vacation with a stranger and he was the right man to give it to her.
They were both in for the night of a lifetime.
11
A BEAUTIFUL TABLE WITH white linens, silver, crystal, china and tiny votives had been set in front of the windows of the villa where a gentle breeze cooled Mariska’s skin. A romantic dinner fit for a queen, but she had issues with the man across from her.
“Okay, Jackson, really. Did you learn nothing from breakfast?” She stuck her fork into a piece of lobster and dipped it in butter. Savoring the tasty goodness, she closed her eyes.
“If you don’t stop moaning like that every time you take a bite, we’re never going to make it through the meal.” His voice was tight with need, and Mar liked that she was responsible for his lack of control. “What do you mean about breakfast?”
“We stuffed our faces at breakfast, and I fell asleep. I refuse to let that happen again.” And if they didn’t make love soon she would go insane. Or explode from desire. Either way it would be messy.
His blue eyes raked across her face greedily, down to her chest and then back. “Do you really think I have any intention of letting you sleep?”
“I hope not.” Her voice came out a whisper. The promise of his words sent her libido into overdrive, and she no longer trusted herself to speak. She took another bite of lobster, licking the butter from her lip with her tongue.
Jackson gave her a strange look. “It’s getting chilly in here.” Standing, he closed the doors and pulled the curtains closed.
Mar took another bite of lobster and pushed her plate away. “That’s it for me. I can’t eat any more,” she complained.
“I needed to make sure you had plenty of protein to sustain you the next few hours.” Jackson’s voice was low and sexy.
“Hours?” Mar couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Yes. In fact, that’s a beautiful dress, but I think it’s time you took it off.” The words were said so nonchalantly that she wondered if she heard him right. Mariska’s heart stopped for a second, her nipples
“My dad was surprised when I told him that I didn’t want a horse after all, and I explained why. I was so practical about it all, that my dad bought me a puppy. Enter Terry the Terrible.”
Jackson squeezed her tighter. “That name still cracks me up.”
“At first he traveled with us, but he hated it. That’s when I decided to stay home with Layla, and began going to a real school.” She stepped away from him. “There I go again telling my life story.”
“I like hearing about your past,” Jackson told her and he meant it. “I want to hear more, but it sounds like thefood is on the way.” He’d heard the table rolling down the hill a few seconds ago.
She turned around to watch as the waiter moved everything into their villa. “How do you do that? I saw him rolling that cart and I still didn’t hear it. Maybe I need to get my hearing checked.”
He kissed her ear and nibbled at the lobe. “Your ears are exquisite.”
She giggled. “I’m serious. Really, you have to teach me how you do that. On the beach this morning, I could hear those people talking but no way could I concentrate enough to understand the conversation.”
“I promise I will impart as much wisdom as I can, but for now, let’s go eat.” He playfully patted her butt.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl again, and Jackson couldn’t help but laugh. Wrapping his arm around her he guided her back toward their villa and the specially ordered feast. She had no idea what was in store and Jackson’s body tensed with anticipation. She wanted a sexy tropical vacation with a stranger and he was the right man to give it to her.
They were both in for the night of a lifetime.
11
A BEAUTIFUL TABLE WITH white linens, silver, crystal, china and tiny votives had been set in front of the windows of the villa where a gentle breeze cooled Mariska’s skin. A romantic dinner fit for a queen, but she had issues with the man across from her.
“Okay, Jackson, really. Did you learn nothing from breakfast?” She stuck her fork into a piece of lobster and dipped it in butter. Savoring the tasty goodness, she closed her eyes.
“If you don’t stop moaning like that every time you take a bite, we’re never going to make it through the meal.” His voice was tight with need, and Mar liked that she was responsible for his lack of control. “What do you mean about breakfast?”
“We stuffed our faces at breakfast, and I fell asleep. I refuse to let that happen again.” And if they didn’t make love soon she would go insane. Or explode from desire. Either way it would be messy.
His blue eyes raked across her face greedily, down to her chest and then back. “Do you really think I have any intention of letting you sleep?”
“I hope not.” Her voice came out a whisper. The promise of his words sent her libido into overdrive, and she no longer trusted herself to speak. She took another bite of lobster, licking the butter from her lip with her tongue.
Jackson gave her a strange look. “It’s getting chilly in here.” Standing, he closed the doors and pulled the curtains closed.
Mar took another bite of lobster and pushed her plate away. “That’s it for me. I can’t eat any more,” she complained.
“I needed to make sure you had plenty of protein to sustain you the next few hours.” Jackson’s voice was low and sexy.
“Hours?” Mar couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Yes. In fact, that’s a beautiful dress, but I think it’s time you took it off.” The words were said so nonchalantly that she wondered if she heard him right. Mariska’s heart stopped for a second, her nipples
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