“I saw another guy I know from the ship. These guys come onto the island all the time. Anyway, uh, Santos, he let me come aboard.”
Emma didn’t know what to do with herself so she sort of leaned against the edge of the desk, which was bolted to the wall. “Oh, I guess they must get shore leave or something. I just thought they worked during the cruise.”
“The ships come to the island for supplies between cruises. Maybe that’s when they come by the bar.” He took the few steps separating them in the cabin, which suddenly seemed small and intimate. “Do you want to discuss the shore leave of the ship’s staff right now, when we only have a couple of hours?”
She shook her head.
He put his finger on her thigh and ran it up under the edge of the silk robe. “This is gorgeous on you.”
She shivered at his touch. “Thank you.”
His finger climbed higher on her thigh.
Emma scooted back onto the desk.
He pressed closer until his hand cupped her between the legs. He rubbed her gently, back and forth.
Immediately Emma could feel her brain turn to mush. Andres was right. It didn’t matter how he’d gotten on the ship. She wanted, needed him to finish what he’d started on the beach.
“You’re so responsive. I love the way those baby blues go all hazy when I touch you here. I can tell when that brain stops clicking and you go all soft and womanly on me. Your intelligence is a turn-on, but I love it when you let me turn on this part of you.” He found the perfect spot with one of those clever fingers and pressed deeply.
“Oh.” She parted her lips to let the soft sound emerge and he leaned down to kiss her. His lips were perfectly shaped and soft. He tasted her and then pulled away to nibble her bottom lip.
“Do you like this, sweetheart?”
She wanted him to call her chula or chulita or any of the Spanish love words that made him so exotic but all she could do was kiss him avidly. The pressure on her clitoris had all her attention. The sweet insanity of his touch made her long for more.
Reaching out, she ran her hand down the front of his shorts.
He rocked his finger back and forth. Emma rocked back and forth.
Her lips parted inviting his tongue, and he thrust into her mouth. At the same moment she cried out. As she came in his arms, he held her closely.
When she gathered all the brain cells he’d scattered with his lovemaking, she realized she had just come perched on the edge of a desk. Emma tried desperately to think if she’d ever been this easy to seduce.
“You are so orgasmic. I love to watch you, sweetheart.”
Orgasmic? Was he kidding? “I guess you know how to touch me. It must be your Latin blood.”
“Well, yes…chula. It’s probably my Latin blood.”
She gestured weakly towards the bed. “That bunk is mine,” she said a bit awkwardly. “I’ve got some condoms under my pillow.”
Andres immediately put her at ease. “Let’s just focus on your pleasure right now,” he told her. “I want those eyes fuzzy with desire.” He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth through the thin silk robe. In a moment there was a wet spot over her aching breast. He moved back and blew gently on the spot.
Emma shivered. “That feels so wonderful.”
He suckled her again and with the other hand he plucked her distended nipple.
She arched her back. He was just firm enough, his mouth and fingers sending ripples through her. Her heart rate soared. She wanted him to take her to the bunk. “Andres.”
Then there was a knock on the door.
Andres smiled at her. “Did you order drinks for us, querida?”
She just nodded. She didn’t know how much more stimulation she could handle. She just wanted him to ravish her with his cock. Now!
“I’ll answer the door. I don’t want anyone else to see you. You’re so beautiful and I want it to be just for me.”
He sounded so possessive.
It’s just lover talk, not a proposal.
“Okay. I’ll just slip behind here.”
He went to the door. Emma pulled the robe closer and stepped behind the bathroom door. She tried to figure out a good place to suggest they have the drinks. Would he really lay her down and use the milkshake on her? She shivered at the thought. Sweets during sex. Only a bold, sexy woman would do something like that—the woman she intended to become, here in his arms.
He shut the door and then walked past her to put the drinks down on the little nightstand by her bunk. “Come to me, chulita.”
On weak knees she wobbled the few steps to his arms. He enfolded her. “I wish you were a passenger on the ship,” she whispered in his ear.
He leaned down and kissed her gently. “So do I, sweetheart.”
“I like it better when you call me chulita. It reminds me that I’m with a sexy foreign man.”
He reached down and took something out of one of the drinks. He offered it to her. It was a piece of pineapple dipped in chocolate. “Here, chula.”
She took a little bite and he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste the treat, at the same time running his hands down her body over the silky robe.
“Um, you taste so good.”
“Mmm.” She had to agree. They tasted so good together. She tugged on the hem of his shirt and then ran her fingers up over his belly and to his wide chest. “I want to feel you. Please take this off.”
He gave her one last kiss and then stripped off his shirt. His tanned, muscled chest looked incredibly good. He had almost no chest hair, just a little trail below his belly button that disappeared into his waistband. She rubbed his erection through his shorts. He was so hard.
“The shorts, now, take off your shorts.”
“Shh, the milkshake will melt.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
He went past her into the bathroom and came out with a fluffy white towel. “You better put this under you, amorsito.”
She could feel her eyes widen. This might get embarrassing. What the heck was she doing with a total stranger in a stateroom with a milkshake?
But she didn’t want to stop. Besides the apprehension in her middle, there was an insistent ache elsewhere that made her want to draw closer.
His grin told her that he’d caught her uncertainty.
“We’ll do the hard-core fantasy stuff some other time, after I’ve tied you up and carried you off the ship and made you a prisoner on my island.”
“That sounds good,” Emma choked out.
“Come here, chula.” He beckoned. “This is going to feel good, I promise.”
Still, she hesitated when everything in her urged her to rush to his arms.
“All I want to do is taste this drink on your perfect skin. Please, Emma. Trust me.” He reached for the tie on her robe. “May I take off your robe?”
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