Cam throbbed and twitched at the feel of her soft tongue on his finger. Damn, but he’d never been this hard, this needy. This determined.
It was all he could do not to take her up against the nearest tree. She had him tied in so many knots, he didn’t think he’d survive even that long. He could tell himself it was the setting, the…entertainment they’d witnessed, but right now all he saw was her. Those soft blue eyes searching his, burning with a desire only he was going to fill. It was heady, exciting…and not a little empowering.
His gaze dropped to her lips and he was stunned by the sudden realization that he hadn’t yet tasted them. How was that possible? Given the intimacies she’d allowed, the things she’d made him feel, how was it he’d never kissed her?
He began to lower his head, then stopped. Something about taking her mouth with his own almost seemed more intimate than taking her body with his own. It made no sense, but he wanted to savor that moment, taunt himself and her with the exquisite sensations they were both going to experience when their lips, and tongues, finally met. And somehow, he knew it would be beyond anything so simple, so unremarkable as any kiss he’d ever shared with anyone else.
He pulled on her hand, suddenly unwilling to lose another precious second, much less share the time they did have with anyone else. They had all weekend, he reminded himself, or did if he played his cards right. And even though they’d done hardly anything yet, he already had a feeling that two days…and two nights, were not going to be enough. He made a mental note to find out more about her.
He glanced down at her and found himself smiling. Her face looked as determined as his. Find out everything about her, he amended. Every last thing. His wanton island woman.
They came across a small marker that read BUNGALOW 9. “Privacy,” he said, looking at her. “What do you think?”
“Um, I’m not sure all the club bungalows are set up to be private.”
“Shall we find out?”
She opened her mouth as if to say something, then stopped and nodded.
He wanted to drag her inside right then and there, but something in her expression…“You sure?”
She nodded again, then said, “If it’s not…if it’s set up in a way that—” She shook her head and laughed a little. “I’ll stay but not if it’s some kind of torture chamber or anything. I know they have some pretty wild bungalows set up.”
He knew he shouldn’t, but he immediately envisioned her all strapped in black latex, with impossibly spiky heels on…and maybe a whip. It shouldn’t have turned him on; he was not one for those games. Or he’d never thought he was. “Why don’t we take a look, then decide? Who knows, it might already be taken anyway.”
But there were no sounds coming from the small, round building. The club bungalows were different from the guest bungalows in that they were of varying sizes, all of them smaller than the ones the guests stayed in, pretty much appearing to be one main room, with maybe enough room for a bathroom or dressing room of some kind. Each one decorated and set up with some sort of theme in mind.
Cam pushed at the door. “Hello?” he called out, but the inner room or rooms were dark and silent. He stepped inside and pulled Allie in with him. “Unoccupied,” he whispered.
She moved in close behind him and he twitched at the feel of her warm breasts brushing his arm and back. “Is there some kind of light switch?”
Cam turned to face her, intending to reach behind her to feel along the wall, but paused as he looked down at her. There was just enough of a glow from the small path lights to cast her face in pale relief, leaving the rest of her shrouded in velvety darkness. He ran his hands down her arms, enjoying the resulting shiver. “Maybe we should keep the lights off. Feel our way around.” He drew his fingertips back up along her arms, careful to brush the sides of her breasts and nipples as he did.
She gasped, then shook her head. “I want to—to see you.”
His eyes widened, surprised by the request…but it was a request he approved of. He wanted to watch her come apart for him as well. But he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish the darkness that enveloped them. He moved forward, his big body nudging her smaller one back toward the wall behind her. She brought her hands up to his chest, but to brace herself, not to push him away. Her fingers brushed over his nipples and he, too, shivered in awareness. Hyperawareness. He wondered if he’d ever be able to recapture this exact level of awareness once he left this place. He planned to find out. He wondered if she’d be there to find out with him.
When she came up against the wall, he kept moving in until his body was right up against hers. He pressed himself against her belly, struggling not to continue to thrust his hips. He didn’t think he’d ever been hard for such a long period of time. He should be in physical pain by now, but instead the forced control only jacked up the arousal until he thought he might simply explode. He had a few other things he wanted to do before that happened.
He leaned his head down and pressed his lips to her temple. “Do you realize we haven’t kissed yet?”
She stilled for a moment, then said, “I—no, I guess we haven’t.” She lifted her head, putting her mouth ever so close to his. “We could change that.”
He brushed his mouth along her chin, then her cheek, even lightly dragging them across her lips, but moving away as she opened them for him. “We could. But we won’t. Not yet.”
He could hear her breath coming in shorter pants now. “Okay,” she said, her voice a tight whisper.
He surged again, realizing the gift she’d just given him. She was going to let him guide, lead. Dictate. At least for now, he thought with a smile, remembering how swiftly she could turn the tables on him. Best to begin then, he thought. He drew his hands down along her arms until they circled her wrists. Slowly he pulled them up until they were all the way over her head.
He saw her eyes widen, but she allowed him the liberty. He pulsed with the power of her acquiescence. He switched his grip so he held both wrists together with one hand. The other he drew lightly down over her face. He moved his body so it brushed over her bared breasts as he once again pressed his fingertip to her lips.
She moaned and twitched a little.
“Hold yourself still,” he commanded softly.
She gasped and looked sharply at him, then nodded tightly and held herself perfectly still.
“Take my finger into your mouth.” He pressed it slowly between her lips.
She allowed him to enter her lips, her gaze steady on his. There was a duality of power here, he realized instantly. She didn’t have to let him do this, they both knew he’d stop if she said the word. The fact that she allowed him these liberties also put her in a position of power with him. She had to know what this was doing to him…and he suspected she was enjoying wielding her power every bit as much as he was. Damn, but he wished this night would go on forever. That he could last forever.
You can have her again tomorrow, he reminded himself. And tomorrow night. And all the following day. Right up until it was time for them both to leave.
Leave. His body clenched at the very thought of her disappearing from his life, and not in pleasure. He hadn’t even kissed her and he couldn’t imagine having her beyond his immediate reach, beyond his control.
Control.
He leapt in response once again to the very idea. This, right here, right now, he controlled. And would continue to until they chose to end it.
“Taste me,” he said roughly, stroking his finger along her tongue, pushing it deeper into her mouth until she had to tighten her mouth around it to keep from choking. “That’s right,” he schooled, brushing her body with his again, almost moaning himself when she gasped and pulled him more deeply into her mouth in doing so. “Suck on me, Allie,” he commanded gently. “I want to feel how soft and strong your mouth is.”
She continued to hold his gaze with great deliberation, and began suckling his finger. He pulled it halfway out, then let her pull it back in with the force of her tongue. He repeated this again, and again, until he thought the torture of one more stroke would kill him. Then she flicked her tongue over the tip and along the edge and he abruptly pulled it all the way out, panting now himself.
She grinned, but said nothing. She knew exactly what she’d done to him. Or almost done.
He found himself smiling, too. “There are other things I plan to push into you,” he said, enjoying her almost convulsive shudder. “Hot things, hard things, wet things.”
Her body trembled, but she continued to hold his gaze and struggled to keep herself still in his grasp.
“Shall we find out what lays in the darkness behind me?” Before she could respond, he leaned in next to her ear and whispered, “Whatever it is, will you trust me to find some way to make you scream with pleasure before we leave?”
She nodded.
“I didn’t hear you.” He leaned away just enough so that he could look into her eyes. “Tell me, Allie.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He could feel the pulse in her wrists tripping wildly as she held his gaze steadily. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,” she said, “I will let you make me scream.”
His cock twitched hard at her softly spoken words and the slightest curve of her lips told him she’d felt it, that she knew the power she wielded in this scenario was, at the very least, equal to his.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He reached behind her with his free hand and felt along the wall. When he found the switch, his hand hesitated. “Ready?”
“Ready.”