Chapter Six
They didn’t quite have all day, and at some point someone would come find Will if he didn’t show up or call to let someone know his plans had changed, but he’d left his cell phone at his place and he didn’t want to remind Arabella she had one. He didn’t want either of them to remember the outside world at all.
Not with her lying there next to him, a shaft of sunlight cutting across her sweetly curved belly. He lived here and did the job he did specifically so he could enjoy life, to live on “island time.” If he wanted his time in six-minute billable segments, he’d go back to practicing law. Right now he had a smart, sexy woman just over half his height—okay, small exaggeration—laid out like dessert, and nothing better to do than make love to her. Better being the operative word.
“Sit up a minute.” While her braid had made for a great handle while she had her mouth around him—making him revise his thought her hair should never be bound—he wanted to see it free. “Face away from me.”
Arabella gave him a confused look but did as he asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him. Will worked the band from the bottom of her braid and unwound the strands until he could smooth her hair over her shoulders. The view from this angle held charms of its own. Her straight-backed posture showed her narrow waist, the flare of her hips, and the smooth length of her back.
He traced the bikini lines, smiling at the pale strip where the bra top had shielded her from the solar rays. “You’ve been enjoying the beach.”
“I’ve been lying in the sun. I enjoy working. But HR and my boss forced me to take some of my accrued vacation days and sent me to this resort.”
“So you’re not experiencing any pleasure in this paradise?” He kissed her ear. “None at all?”
She gave a soft sigh and leaned back into him. “I’m a workaholic. A happy workaholic.”
“So”—he dropped a kiss on her shoulder—“no tension here?”
“A little,” she admitted. “But what executive doesn’t have some tension?”
“Agreed.” His fingers replaced his lips, knowing she probably ignored the painful tightness every day. He had, when his high-pressure job locked his neck so tight he could barely turn it. When he’d lived on antacids and had to have two or three cocktails to unwind enough to sleep at night. Working loose a difficult knot in her upper back, he winced. “But doesn’t it hurt?”
She turned to him, eyes showing more of her soul than she probably realized. “It doesn’t matter. I have to keep going. I’ve worked too hard and too long.”
“Okay.” He wanted to make love to her, ached to do it, and his cock throbbed for her, but he wanted her right there with him. Relaxed and in the moment. Not that she hadn’t seemed to be when she deep-throated him, but the moment he touched her shoulders, he knew he had to help her unkink a little before she could truly enjoy what he had to share. Pleasure had many levels, and he wanted to give her all of them. “Lie down on your belly and give yourself permission to relax.”
“But I have to—”
“You don’t ‘have to’ anything. That’s not what our time together is all about.” Will urged her over then straddled her hips. His cock brushing the crack of her bottom nearly drove him past his desire to take care of her first, but he would not treat her any way but the way she deserved. Like a queen. “Let me take care of you.”
Starting at her neck, he massaged the tightness, not moving on to another area until he felt the muscles melt into softness under his touch. At first, she tensed more, but he spoke to her in a quiet voice as he worked, encouraging her to go with it. “Trust me. I want to make this good for both of us. You’ve already given to me. Let me return the favor.”
“This is an awkward pose for that.”
“It’s a perfect pose for learning your body. After I finish with your back, I want to learn your front.”
She gulped and he chuckled. “You have a dirty mind.”
“And you’re sitting on my back, naked, with your penis in a very vulnerable area. Lots of trust here, Will.”
“Relax.”
By the time he reached her lower back, she’d gone limp under him. He slid lower, so he sat on her upper thighs to work on the muscles that bore the weight of the body every time a person sat. And which carried far more strain. He tried to give her buttocks the attention they needed, but their smooth roundness gave him other ideas. His cock twitched.
At last, he rolled her onto her back and took in the rest of her beautiful body. Her petite stature would make it easy to take her standing up. Not this time, though. He knew she was almost forty, two years older than him—got that from his googling. But her breasts were full and their dark tips pointed up. Will lifted one of her legs so he knelt between them and could finally get a good look at her dark-pink, shiny pussy. So ready for him. “Bella, there’s nothing here I don’t want to touch, to taste, but, honey, I can’t wait much longer.”
“If you do, I will probably kill you.” Arabella held out her arms.
“One second…” He scooped up his shorts and fished in the pocket. “Protection.”
“You planned ahead.”
He studied her face. Was she annoyed he’d brought a condom when they’d only planned a run on the beach? “I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to make love to you if you offered.”
“Then don’t.” Arabella sat up and took the packet from his fingers. She tore it open and smoothed the condom over his stiff cock. He had to count backward from thirty not to come while she did it. “I’m glad you cared enough to bring protection. Now, for god’s sake, let’s do this!”
As she lifted her hands from her task, he grabbed her to him and kissed her deeply. No longer able to ignore his desires, he grasped her buttocks and squeezed. She rocked her hips up to meet him, kissing him back. They had taken so long to reach this point, but they’d only known each other for a few hours. The juxtaposition of time lost meaning when he drove inside her. She was ready for him, so slick and hot he had to stop and count backward again. He would make it good for her. And for him. He wasn’t going to come within ten seconds like a teenager with his prom date.
In fact, he hadn’t had that problem since then. What a woman. Smart, sexy, successful. He didn’t want to think about what her success meant about a future for them, not now.
Keeping their lips connected, he savaged her mouth with his tongue, beyond finesse as his cock filled her over and over and withdrew. She writhed under him, her breathing erratic, and he pulled out then plunged in again, and again.
He tore his mouth away for air and went back on his heels, kneeling, bringing her with him. Arranging her on his lap, he rested his hands on her waist and lifted her then lowered her. This new angle gave him more depth, more control, and his balls tightened. He wasn’t ready for it to happen yet, wanted to go on all day, but when she buried her head on his chest and shivered, and her core tightened around his cock, his cum streamed out to fill the condom.
They clung together for a long time, their breathing slowing to something resembling normal, before he lifted her to lie off his lap and removed the condom. Tying it in a knot, he dropped it in the wastebasket by the bed then lay down with his head on a pillow.
“I’d like to do this again, but I’ll need a rest first.”
She crawled up and curled up next to him with her head on his chest. “You’re not the only one. I stayed up late last night working on a project on the laptop. I hoped to sneak in a nap this afternoon.”
“You have Internet?”
She snuggled closer, drawing circles on his stomach with one finger. “No, but I used to have this idea about starting a business of my own and I was playing with a few things, seeing if they make sense to me, now. Silly idea, really.”
“Not if it makes you happy.”
“I have a great career. I am months from becoming president of the company. Why would I quit?”
He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Maybe because you don’t want to die of stress-related diseases?”
“Once I get the promotion, I can relax.”
He cupped her chin and held her gaze. “Is that the lie you tell yourself? That you can have time off then. Go out with friends. See more of your family?” He brushed his lips over hers. “Fall in love?”