Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

Drawing a nipple into his mouth as his thumb slid over her clit, he could tell she was close to coming apart and he loved watching it, seeing each of her features twitch and scrunch, her mouth open, breathing hard, waiting for the final release. It felt almost religious to witness her lose herself in the moment and to him.

But all too soon it was too much. Watching her move, her perfect handful-size tits bouncing with each movement, the furrow in her brow, he just wanted to watch her forever. A tightening started in his lower back and he knew he was close, his muscles tensing up as she moved over him faster, her breath quickening as he pushed her along, too wound up and close to wait much longer. They slammed into each other, his fingers finding her clit again and helping her catapult over the edge, her soft breath a warm whisper on his neck as she slumped forward. He let her recover, her hands curling against his chest.

“Keep going,” she finally whispered, jiggling her hips. “I know you need to.”

He took her lips then, desperate and deep and a little dangerous as a result of her directing him to take his own pleasure.

Then he lifted her off him and back to where she’d been on her hands and knees, climbing off the bed so he could stand on the floor behind her. She raised an eyebrow at him, but he shrugged. “Always a good idea.”

And then he was plunging back inside her with a single decisive stroke, eyes shutting at the warm wetness of her that encased him. He fucking loved being inside Molly, never wanted to be outside her. If he could somehow attach himself to her person, it would be a great fucking day. He kept thrusting, pulling her hips back before she was ready. Her whimpers got closer, one on top of the other as he grew more forceful, her inner muscles gripping him as he left her and sucking him back in as he entered. They were in tune, together, both surging forward to that ultimate peak.

He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, how he’d avoided all the women his parents had wanted him to marry when this was the thing that had been waiting for him. It was so good, the pressure building in his sack, and then with a grunt he poured into the condom just as her muscles fluttered around him as she climaxed and his entire body was energized with lust before falling into complete and total bliss.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as he pulled out of her, slowly, then helped her lie on the bed. Dropping a kiss on the small of her back, he headed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Once finished, he brought back a bottle of water to the bed and offered it to her. “I know you’re probably exhausted after all that work,” he said.

A corner of her mouth kicked up as she looked up at him. She’d turned over to her back on the bed, the lower half of her legs hanging off the side, and used her elbows to raise her torso. As she took the bottle from him and drank, he could only stare at her soft golden skin in the hushed morning light coming through the windows.

He drew a slow finger down the middle of her chest, in between her perfect breasts, regarding her as she drank. “How am I supposed to operate this boat when I know you’re somewhere aboard looking like this?” he mused, his finger making small circles on the slightly raised bump of her stomach.

“Same,” she told him, recapping the water and setting it aside. “But I’m willing to at least make it out of port today so we can anchor somewhere and then do all of that again.”

He laughed. “Yeah, making it off the dock will be enough.”

Her head fell back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as he continued to explore her. He thought it might be impossible for him to actually remove his hand, to stop touching her. He was already addicted to the connection.

“So we know the boat’s engine is operational. I checked all the equipment yesterday including and up to hair dryers and kitchen appliances. I’d say we’re ready to sail when you are, Captain.”

“Sounds good.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do you have plans to share where we’re going during this Caribbean adventure?”

He splayed his entire hand on her stomach, watching intently at the juxtaposition of his rough hand on her smooth, flawless skin. “You want a detailed itinerary?” he asked, meeting her eyes. Then with a shrug, “I don’t have a set plan, but I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, baby.”

His insides warmed at her snort. Then she met his eyes, hers growing melty. “I don’t need to leave this boat to have an amazing time.”

Ah, fuck, this girl. His chest clenched and he leaned down to take her mouth again. The kiss was soft and sweet and he dropped another one on the tip of her nose as he broke away. “Then we’ll say fuck it and sail toward the Bahamas and stay aboard. Like I said, there are a couple of ports I need to visit to look at some boats and take a meeting, but other than that it’s just you and me, Molly.”

“That sounds really good,” she said, and he just couldn’t even believe how lucky he was that her asshole fiancé cheated on her. It was a fucking miracle that she was now single after all these years and on his boat wanting to be with him.

“You mean it sounds fan-fucking-tastic,” he growled, leaning down to plant a loud, messy kiss on her belly where his hand had been.

Molly laughed and tried to squirm away, but he knelt down on the bed until he was kissing back