Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

She leaned over and smoothed her fingers down his arm. “I recognize your battle scars.”

He laid his hand over hers. “I like you touching me.”

Her hand stilled. “I like touching you.”

Their gazes caught and held.

“This is so . . . odd,” she said.

“Yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know. You, me, together. That part I’m used to. But this part?” She smoothed her hand across his arm again.

“Is that a problem?”

“Not really. I’ve just known you a long time. As a friend. A business associate. I’m not used to having free access to your body.”

He pulled on her hand until she came over to his chair and sat on his lap.

“Get used to it. I want you to touch me.”

She leaned against him, the curve of her breast so near his mouth he could have licked her. His cock rose at the thought. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent. “You smell good.”

Her breathing deepened. He ran his hand down her back, letting his fingers tease the material of her bikini bottom.

“You keep doing that and something scandalous is going to happen right here on this boat.”

He kept doing it, letting his fingers dip just inside the material.

“Clay.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m pretty sure the captain and crew can see us.”

“That’s too bad because my dick is hard.”

“Does this boat have a cabin?”

“As a matter of fact, it does.”

She lifted, looked at him. “A private cabin? With a door lock?”

He laughed. “I don’t think they’re going to bust down the door, Ella.” He’d paid a hell of a lot of money for this private charter. And private meant just that—he expected time alone with Ella.

She slid off his lap and held out her hand. “Let’s go.”

He stood, hoping his erection wasn’t too obvious. Not that he cared. They went

downstairs, Ella leading the way. She found the door to the cabin, opened it, and Clay shut it behind them, making sure she heard him lock the door.

She was already kneeling on the bed facing him when he turned around. Her legs were spread, her fingers teasing along the front of her bikini bottom. His erection returned with a vengeance.

He came toward her and stopped just short of the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I got a little hot out there.”

He palmed his cock through his board shorts, squeezing it as he watched her. “How hot?”

She seemed indecisive, chewing on her bottom lip. But then she asked, “Want me to show you?”

“Hell, yes.”

Her fingers disappeared into her bikini bottom. Her eyes went glassy, her lips parted and she thrust her hips forward. Then all he could do was imagine what was going on as her hand moved.

He took a couple more steps toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. Now he could smell her arousal, inhaling her sweet scent as her fingers did whatever the hell they were doing inside her bikini bottom.

“Tell me.”

“I . . . can’t.”

“Yeah, you can.” He untied his board shorts and let them fall to the floor, then took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. “Look at me, Ella. Talk to me.”

“Oh, God.” Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. He almost lost it when she licked her lips, but he loosened his hold.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he said. “Better yet, show me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He got the idea she’d never played this game with James before. That this would be a first. And she was going to have it with him.

“Take your bikini off, Ella.”

She shuddered out her next breath, reached behind and untied her top. It fell off, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were hard. He wanted to cup them, suck and lick them.

It took every ounce of restraint he had to keep from going to her. But he wanted to watch.

At least for the moment. Then he’d get in there and take action—later.

She moved to her hips and slid the bottoms down her thighs, stopping to look at him. He squeezed his cock, stroked it, the two of them locking gazes as Ella removed her bikini bottoms. She resumed her position on her knees, her sex visible as she widened her stance. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“That’s good. Now I can see what you’re doing.”

“I’ve never done this before, Clay.”

“It turns me on, Ella. Show me what you like. And I’ll show you what I like.”

He wanted her to be at ease, to let her know he didn’t mind at all showing her what pleased him. He gripped his cock in a tight fist, holding the base and doing a slow glide with his hand to the tip before traveling back down again. Not fast, not too slow. Ella watched his hand, seemingly transfixed. And he got a hell of a jolt out of her looking at him.

“Now touch yourself for me.”

She laid her palm flat against her lower belly, her fingertips resting just above her sex.

She eased her hand down and cupped her pussy, let it rest there, her fingers lightly tapping.

Clay could tell from the look on her face that it felt good. Her eyes were half lidded, her lips parted, and her breasts rose as she breathed. And damn, watching her sure as hell felt good to his cock. He squeezed his shaft harder and pumped it once, twice—not too much—because watching Ella pleasure herself could make him go off.

She eased her hand, up, then down, caressing her pussy, her fingers teasing her lips, not quite dipping inside. And then her lips parted and a soft moan escaped them. It was enough to drop a man to his knees. She lifted her gaze to his, and he read the heat in her eyes. Heat and nervousness. He liked seeing that innocence on her face, enjoyed knowing she gave him something she hadn’t yet given another man. Yeah, call him an arrogant Neanderthal, but he liked that this was just for the two of them—something special just for him.