THE LID SWUNG OPEN AND bright light flooded in, along with the refreshing, cooler sea air. A raging erection ached in André’s pants.
Not even the fury of hearing the guard claim his father’s throne for Bendetto or the fear of being discovered could quench his fire for Gemma.
The woman hated liars, called him one to his face, but still kissed him at every turn. Especially when he expected her to hit him. Every time André touched her, she’d snap like a lightning bolt and turn on inside.
Seeing her grip that gun, protecting him and refusing to budge, both scared him to hell and aroused him more than any other sight.
Now she stood there, watching him pull himself out of the box failing to hide his wild hard-on. She still held the pistol in her hand, cheeks flushed.
The whole room was too quiet, and he couldn’t read Stefano’s expression to save his life. Which he had.
“You two should stay below for another twenty minutes or so.” Talino winked. “Until the boat is out of view. Stefano, Rico—help me with the rigging out here.”
He waited by the door until the other two men preceded him on deck. Before he closed the door behind him, he leaned in and smiled. “Told you, little bird. You’re safe on my boat.”
With the click of the door, the two were alone.
What the hell is wrong with me? Inches from being killed and all I can think about is ripping her clothes off and finishing what we started.
Gemma’s glittering blue eyes bore into his, and her chest rose and fell with every breath. The waves in her blonde hair were messy and uneven, much like the choppy waters outside. She’d never been more glorious.
Without a word, she turned for the door, cleared the gun and tossed it into one of the bags on the floor.
Mierda. She’s not aroused. She’s terrified. Probably still suffering from sea sickness.
Instead, Gemma turned the latch on the door and fixated a darkened stare on André.
“Gemma, mi amor, you can’t grind yourself against me and not expect me—”
In half a second, she was on him. Her lips assaulted his with a ferocity he’d never felt. The taste of her, sweet and salty, nearly knocked him over. Or perhaps that was her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing against his even harder erection.
Gripping her waist, he turned her toward the only cot on the boat in the back. He kneaded her plush skin and pressed himself into her, his cock aching through his jeans.
Her fingers ravaged through his hair and pulled, a delectable tug on the back of his head urging him further. Her tongue matched every pull, thrust and swirl inside his mouth, drinking him in.
They didn’t make it to the cot. By the time she reached down, unzipped his pants and set him free, he was near to exploding and shoved her up against the wall.
It only took another few seconds to unfasten her jeans and slide them over her hips, followed by her black boy shorts that smoothed along his shaft. His breath caught at the silky caress that stretched him another inch. Her toes touched the floor only to let her shimmy out of her jeans. Then she wrapped her legs around him once more. Her slick folds sank onto him with an urgent thrust against the hull. André bit back a howl as he nearly exploded with the lava building inside.
Between the moans and pants, Gemma leaned her head against the wall and opened those crystal eyes at him, that perfect shade of blue the same as the ammephire stones of home. Staring into those ecstasy-clad eyes was like the waters at sunrise. He could almost hear the sounds of his home through her eyes.
Gemma bit her lip, and ground against him harder and faster. Her pupils dilated, and a surge of white fire wrapped around his stick and squeezed with every pulse. When she opened her lips to scream, he swallowed it with his mouth, feeling her howl reverberate against his tongue and not letting a single drop of ecstasy escape.
So sweet.
Gemma squeezed his bottom and raked her fingernails along his skin. He jerked and pumped into her one last time, full to the hilt, and erupted, loving how her creamy insides milked him dry.
André would have been ashamed at how short he lasted, if it weren’t so consuming and fulfilling. At least she’d climaxed first, he rationalized through a delicious haze.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder and leaned against her, letting her legs touch the floor but still nestled inside her. When he finally pulled out, her whole body shook and she moaned.
My new favorite sound.
He pressed another gentle kiss on her lips and cupped her sex with his hand. The swollen folds dripped with their mixed fluids. He slipped his finger between them, and she jerked with a gasp.
“When we do this again,” he panted. “We’ll do it right.”
Gemma opened her eyes and looked over his head.
“We’ll take all night,” he murmured against her neck. “Be in our own private yacht beneath the stars, instead of next to a hold full of fish.”
“We’ve already done it under the stars.” She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, locking her gaze with his again. “The same night my world was destroyed.”
His smile slipped.
“This doesn’t change anything, André,” she panted, and a tinge of anger flashed in her eyes. “You took what you wanted back on the ranch. This was mine. Now we’re even.”
Her words punched him in the chest. Probably just what she wanted. But André was right about one thing. Gemma was a liar.
“Bullshit,” he breathed. “You can try to hurt me all you want, but you can’t hide the truth from me. It’s in your eyes.”
“What truth?”
“You love me.”
Gemma swallowed hard, and her face grew even harder. “Fuck you.”
“Yes, you did,” he growled. “And it scares you shitless. Lie to yourself all you want, but you know this changes everything.”
She opened her mouth to argue and he kissed her. Hard.
To make certain she got the point, he slipped two fingers inside her and rubbed the heel of his palm on her sweet spot. Her body spasmed and she clung to him.
When he pulled back, she didn’t argue anymore.
“You’re mine, Gemma. I won’t let you go.”
She swallowed and blinked away the beginning of a tear. Only when she escaped to the bathroom to clean up, it hit him.
No condom. Mierda.