“I’ll rub on your sunblock, if you want some.”
I’d be happy to help! I’m all about protection, ya know.
Cat swallowed hard. Now was not the time to reprimand her brazen guardian angel. Not when Leilani was gracefully extending a hand toward her, slowly teasing her over the edge.
“What the hell?” she exhaled, sitting upright. “What are they gonna do? Arrest me? Fine my ass for indecent exposure, when—”
“Oh, yes, Catalina, your ass is fine! Ramon told me so,” her housekeeper teased. “And wouldn’t the sight of it as he’s driving be a nice tip for his services? It won’t cost you a thing but your modesty. And where has modesty gotten you?”
As she reached up to untie her shoulder strap, her fingers trembled…her knees trembled…her heart thudded a reminder of everything she’d ever been taught about how good girls behaved. Even Laird, as cavalier as he was with his money, had expected discretion when it came to flashing her assets.
So what was she doing on this yacht, out here in front of God and everybody—including her housekeeper’s husband—taking off her clothes?
Cat closed her eyes, exhaled her fearful thoughts, and let the silky hibiscus print sari slither down her body.
For a moment there was only the whisper of the wind and the pounding of her pulse. Her nipples pebbled just from imagining how Leilani and Ramon must be staring at her.
The woman at the railing cleared her throat to keep from laughing. “All well and good, Catalina, but the white cotton panties have to go.”
Heat flared in her cheeks and her eyes flew open. Why did she feel more exposed in these little-girl undies than she had when these two caretakers caught her on the balcony? Laughing nervously, Cat tugged the elastic waistband down with her thumbs. God help her if the yacht swerved and she fell flat on her face right now.
“Now that’s what I call a fine piece of tail,” a low voice came through the speaker. “If you’re taking requests, Miss Gamble, I’d really enjoy it if you stood beside my wife there at the railing. So I can look you over like I’ve been wanting to. From the safety of this cabin.”
Nipping her lip, Cat stepped carefully toward Leilani and then stopped. Those exotic blue eyes were locked on hers, pulling her forward—to what? Was her housekeeper putting the moves on her?
Cat turned to lean against the railing, looking up at Ramon—who at least had his clothes on. Or did he? A camera flash took her by such surprise she couldn’t swear to what he might be wearing.
“Hey! I never said anything about—”
“No worries, sweetheart,” her companion assured her. “We have some hot shots of Valenzia standing here in the altogether, too. They’re tucked away in the scrapbook of memories made on Porto Di Angelo.”
“But I—it was all I could do to peel off my clothes!” Cat sputtered. “It’s a whole ’nother thing to be taking nude photos of me when—my God, I just met you people yesterday!”
“Oh, and don’t I love it when you shimmy that way, pretty blond lady?” Ramon teased in a singsong voice. “Makes those nipples dance! Leads my eyes down between those luscious thighs—but we still can’t settle our bet, can we, Leilani?”
Directing her gaze slowly down the front of Cat’s pale, bare body, the priestess chuckled seductively. “Some things we just have to take on faith, Ramon. Would you like it if I shaved mine, too? Then we could be your two innocent girls. Your two smooth, naked pussies.”
“I’ll leave that up to you, my dearest,” he replied with a little laugh. “You know how my fingers love to play with your fur.”
“So come here and say that to my face, teaser. Don’t promise what you won’t deliver.”
Leilani turned to her then, smiling. “Don’t let all this bedroom banter frighten you, Catalina. Sex is how adults play, and Ramon and I are firm believers in letting our Inner Children lead us where they will.”
“I’m dropping anchor, Leilani,” came a hoarse whisper from the speaker. “You’d better be ready to stand and deliver yourself, woman! And if Cat wants to play, we might as well let her in on the game. It’ll happen sooner or later.”
Cat gripped the warm railing. How the hell had she gotten into this? Here they were out in the middle of the Caribbean, dropping anchor so these two dark lovers could frolic, and she was feeling very much like a third wheel. A rather wobbly third wheel. Leilani was looking her over, sizing up her attitude as much as her attributes, and her intensity came across as a crystal-blue challenge.
Cat cleared her throat. “My Inner Kid wouldn’t want to interrupt your fun, so—”
“Chicken,” Leilani whispered. “Bwahhk-bwahhk-bwaaaaahhk!”
Bwahhk-bwahhhk-bwaaaahk! came Spike’s reply.
“That’s not fair! You and Ramon are married—”
“Is that what he told you?”
“—and I’m the new kid on this block, and maybe I have issues with—with triangles!”
“Yeah, geometry wasn’t my best subject in school, either,” Ramon said as he descended the white stairway. “But I understand points and curves, and I know that three-ways only work when all three sides of that triangle are happy. And horny.”
He stepped to the deck a few feet away from them, and yes, he was naked. All seven-foot-something of him paused before her, sporting at least nine magnificent inches.
Cat’s breath left her, and she immediately focused on his eyes. Where would she put all of that cock if it was offered to her?
“I hear the whirlpool calling,” she said, trying not to stare when Ramon walked up behind his gorgeous wife and cupped her breasts. He teased her midnight-pink nipples with those brazen thumbnails, and Leilani melted against him.
Her own nipples jutted out farther than she’d ever seen them, as if trying to lead her in the direction they pointed. “Take your time! We can start back for home whenever you’re ready—tomorrow or the next day if you want!” she rasped. “Me, I’m going to enjoy a water massage and then stretch out in my nice, cool stateroom when my skin starts to sizzle.”
She was backing away, giving them a little wave. Already off their radar screen, they were so hot into their kissing. She felt like a naive little goody-goody running scared, even though she’d just braved a whole new world and then bought it!
And you’ve bared yourself to it, too! Gettin’ gutsy, girl!
“Some guardian you’ve been!” she muttered as she hurried to the back deck. “Seems to me you only help when the mood strikes you!”
You got it, doll. But, hey—did you ever dream things would go so well so fast? You can thank me later when you see the other miracles I’ve arranged.
Cat paused with her hands on the ladder of the hot tub. As the tropical sun warmed her back and the turquoise sea shimmered for as far as she could see in every direction—from her yacht—she saw his point.
“Thank you, Spike. If I sound ungrateful, it’s just that talking with an angel I can’t see—not to mention dealing with exotic lovers who drop their clothes a lot—takes some getting used to.” She smiled at the sky, inhaling deeply. “And thanks for leaving your beer and cigarettes behind today.”
He laughed, damn it. She swore she felt fingers riffling her hair and then caressing her breasts.
If I stay downwind, who knows what I’ve found to smoke and drink here, sweetie pie? Enjoy your dip in the Jacuzzi now. I will, too.
Would she ever get used to talking with this angel? So many new experiences had come her way this week, Cat hoped