"Hmm." She wiggles her eyebrows. "How about nothing at all?" She rubs her naked body against mine. "If you own this island, does that mean I can jump in like this?" She breaks from my grasp, walking toward the sliding doors. I watch her as she pulls them open and steps out onto the deck and into the sunshine.
I let her, knowing there isn't anyone else on the island. There won't be for the next two weeks. It will be only her and me.
"Oh, there's a boat." She lifts her hand to wave, and I'm on her in the blink of an eye, pulling her back into the hut.
She breaks out in a fit of giggles, and I quickly realize she was fucking with me. There's no boat. I growl. I throw her over my shoulder, carry her over to the bed and toss her onto it.
The laughing stops, and a look of lust crosses her face. She crawls backward on the bed, licking her lips. When she gets to the headboard, she lets her legs drop open, my come still coating her, tempting me with her pussy, making my mouth water. I want her taste all over me again. It's been too long since I've had my mouth between her legs.
"You like to get me worked up?" I ask. I already know the answer. She gets off on this shit. It's a good thing my jealousy and caveman tendencies make her wet, or we could have problems. I'm not sure they are something I can control. Not with her.
I put one hand on the bed and watch her breathing pick up. I reach out, grabbing her ankle, pulling her down and back to me. When I get her where I want her, I flip her over, landing one smack to her ass. She moans, sticking her ass even more into the air. And as if overcome with need, she parts her legs a little more.
She looks over her shoulder at me, and I wrap my hand around my cock. I pump my fist up and down it, and she licks her lips. She pushes her ass back even more, wanting it, wanting me.
"I missed a spot," I tell her. I didn't mark her ass well enough. "If you're going to try and get me worked up, then I'm going to have to coat you with me. I won't have to worry if I've marked every inch of you." That's a lie. I'll always worry about someone trying to take her from me. Who wouldn't try to take her? She's fucking perfect in every way.
"Maybe you should mark me on the inside." She pushes her ass out even more, and I have to bite back a smile. I keep stroking myself, and she narrows her eyes on my hand. A flash of jealousy flares as she watches me pleasure myself. She doesn't like that my hand is getting to do the work.
I should keep going, teasing her. But the truth is, I want to give her everything. I kneel on the bed, dropping over her. I plant my fists on either side of her and then slide my cock right into her. We both moan together. I put my mouth on her neck, sucking and licking just like she likes. I don't stop making love to her until every part of her has been marked by me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Paige
Three months later …
THERE'S A SMALL knock on the door, and I open my eyes to see Vivien, Miles's mother, coming into the living room. I've been so sick the past two days that I've stayed on the couch, and now I look around at the mess I've made and feel embarrassed.
"You look like shit," she says, and I laugh. I make a move to get up, but she holds out her arms to stop me. "Don't get up. I simply wanted to come by and check on you."
"I'm going to get you sick," I say, as I watch her walk over to me and sit down on the coffee table.
She reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. "Miles told me you were home sick, so I thought I'd see if there was anything you needed. He said you made Ryan go to work." She smiles, and it fills my heart up with warmth.
Last week Captain got sick with a stomach flu, and he was down for the count for a couple days. I, being the incredible wife I am, nursed him back to health. But then the bastard gave it to me. I was in bed for a couple days, wearing a path to the bathroom. But even after the worst was over, the sickness is lingering and keeping me down.
"He keeps hovering while I lie here and die. I want to do it in peace," I joke, rolling onto my side.
The past few months of married life have been wonderful. Captain and I have not only bonded unlike anything I ever knew possible, but I've gained a whole family along with it. We have dinners during the week with Miles and Mallory, and Vivien always invites us over for Sunday brunch. She knows the key to my heart is in my belly. Vivien has opened up to me, and it's been the kind of relationship I always dreamed of. She was nice to me before, but I had my defenses up. But since Captain tore down my walls, I've been unable to put any back. And Vivien slipped in. She gives me the tender mothering that I never had, even from my own mother. Sometimes I feel guilty about how much I enjoy it, but I know that deep down my mother would want me to have this. To have someone give me what she wasn't able to.