Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

She shrugged and grinned. “Sorry, that’s it.”

He leaned his head back in playful disappointment. “Just when it was getting good, too.”

“Well, who knows, we could, uh…bump into them yet.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” he said, holding them up to show her. When she opened her mouth slightly, starting to feel sexy again after telling him about Cole and Amy, he slid his crossed fingers into her mouth. She sucked them in, then let them back out. “So, what do you say? Can I interest you in a balcony fuck?”

She nodded, sitting up. “Just let me slip something on first.”

He dropped his head back on the bed. “Angel, if you put something on, I’ll just have to take it right back off.”

She turned to him with a smile. “Don’t worry—it won’t have to come off. It’s something sexy I got at my bridal shower. I didn’t repack my bags before I left, so I have some lingerie. And it’ll be just enough to make me not feel entirely naked out there.”

He chuckled. “You adjusted pretty well to being entirely naked on the boat today.”

She remained stunned at the erotic pleasures she’d experienced earlier. The memory made her pussy swell. “True. But I guess I felt a certain sense of privacy out there, since there weren’t any boats around.”

“All right—whatever you say.” His playful eye roll told her he thought she was being silly, but it wasn’t easy to shed all the vestiges of the only life she’d ever known all at once. Besides, she thought he’d like her negligee, and it would be just enough covering that if Amy and Cole happened back out, she wouldn’t feel totally exposed. Just because she’d gotten naked with Shay—and okay, the entire Party Barge—didn’t mean she intended to do it with everyone.

Chris went out and a few minutes later Carrie joined him, wearing a curve-hugging, flesh-colored, see-through slip that started low on her breasts and ended high on her thighs. By the time she stepped through the door, she’d discovered the feel of the fabric moving against her skin made her feel ultra-sensual.

“I’m here,” she whispered, finding him leaning against the balcony rail in the dark, watching the moonlight arc across the water.

Unlike her, he’d stayed naked, and she liked the view of his muscled back and ass, but when he turned around, she enjoyed his reaction to her lingerie even more. “Aw, baby,” he growled, flashing a hot little grin. “Ouch.”

She knew from a glance in the mirror that her breasts stood high in the meshy fabric, her nipples poking clearly through, their color making two dark blots in the slip. Her bare pussy and what remained of her pubic hair showed through, as well.

“This is better than a wet t-shirt,” he said.

She approached on bare feet, running her hands up his tan chest as his arms closed around her. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Hate to break it to you, though,” he said with a tilt of his head, “this doesn’t hide much. If your friends come out on their balcony, they’re still gonna get the pleasure of seeing your pretty body.”

She smiled bashfully, finally acknowledging what she hadn’t even been able to admit to herself until just now. “Okay, so maybe I knew that. Maybe I just wanted to…look extra-sexy for you.”

His big hands eased down onto her ass, massaging it through the thin slip. “Mmm, mission accomplished, angel.”

With that, he took her hand and led her to a chair—the same she’d sat in that very morning to talk with Amy and Cole as they ate breakfast. He took a seat and she straddled his lap.

His erection stretched up over his abdomen and stomach. She glanced down admiringly, loving the way he managed to stay hard for her no matter how many times they did it.

“So, you think this is going to work? This position?” They’d done it like this in the tub, of course, but he’d been priming her for a long while then, and it seemed her pussy’s capacity still wasn’t entirely predictable.

He grinned. “I know it will. I have my secret weapon now.”

She raised her eyebrows, resting her hands gently on his chest. “Secret weapon?”

She shivered as he ran his hands up under her slip to squeeze her ass, one lone finger just barely touching her excitable little asshole. She sucked in her breath at the pleasure the tiny caress sent through her body. “I can’t believe I’m a person who likes that,” she said on a laugh.

He chuckled along with her. “Why not?”

“I don’t know,” she said sheepishly. “I guess I just always thought of that as a pretty kinky sort of thing.”

This time, he leaned his head back in rich, deep laughter.

“Yeah—ha, ha—laugh at the naïve girl,” she teased.

He leaned toward her until their foreheads touched. “Want to know a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I love how naïve you are. And I love being the man who changes that.”

She drew back slightly, looking into his eyes. God, she was wild for this man. And she couldn’t even imagine going back to her real life in her real world without him. She wanted to tell him so, wanted to say those horrible, dreadful little words that any guy indulging in a hot, casual fling with a girl on vacation would abhor hearing. I love you.

She bit her lip before they could even think about coming out.

Were they true? She didn’t know. Given her recent debacle of a wedding, she didn’t exactly feel like an authority on the subject.

But she felt like she was falling in love with him. She felt it in every fiber of her being. She couldn’t imagine any other man who could possibly have inspired her to do the things she’d done with him. She’d told herself it must be about rebellion, must be about needing to cut loose after her breakup with Jon—but the more time she spent with Chris, the less she believed it, and the more she thought it