"Get naked." She popped up, hands tugging impatiently at his clothes. Her landing had tossed her skirt up around her waist, and her red thong was a thing of beauty. "Or I'm not waiting."
When she ran a finger over her satin-covered center, he almost exploded.
"You're waiting."
She licked her lips, a devilish smile lighting up her face. "Make me."
"Is that a dare, sweetheart?"
She reached for his belt, tugging and undoing him.
* * *
THE HUNGRY LOOK in Maddie's eyes was hot, and holding on was the last thing Mason wanted to do, but he had to make this good for her. He needed her to remember this, remember them. Bracing his body over hers, he planted his knees on either side of her hips and captured her hands in one of his. She didn't resist when he pulled them over her head and twisted her ponytail around his hand, tugging her head back to expose the soft curve of her throat. She was so close to him that there wasn't an inch of space left between them and yet she was nowhere near enough.
She tilted her hips, cradling his dick against hot, damp skin.
"I said wait," he growled, because if she kept sliding herself along the length of him, he was done for.
She rocked against him, pretty brown eyes meeting his as she smiled. Slowly. She knew exactly how to tease him. "And I said now."
"Maybe we should play a game." And just to make his point, to tease her back, he slid himself over the seam of her red thong. She felt so damned sexy, laid open beneath him and trusting him to make this good for them both. She twined her legs around his, meeting his next stroke with an erotic promise that worked a groan from him. Killing him.
"I've had my appetizer. Now it's time for the main course." She wrapped her legs around his hips, arching up against him in blatant demand.
"Pick out a drink," he said and she leaned up and bit his lower lip. Jesus.
"You passed on Sex on the Beach. I'm not sure you deserve another choice." She didn't move her hands, though.
"Try me." He didn't bother disguising the rough note to his voice. She got to him, undid him in the best possible way.
She paused a beat, but the delicate furrow between her brows said she was clearly thinking. Sort of. He gave her another long, slow glide, the heat of her searing him through her panties. "I'm not sure if I can come up with anything that's not completely pornographic."
Could you be any more perfect? "Pornographic works really well for me right now," he rumbled, meaning every word of it, and her smile got wider.
"Kiss on the Lips." She stared at him, challenge written all over her lovely face. Maddie had a mouth made for kissing, so he leaned down and covered her lips with his. He wasn't sure what came next in this game, had no damn clue if he was being honest, but being skin to skin with her answered some deep-seated need he hadn't even realized he had. She kissed him back, her soft, supple mouth devouring his as hungrily as he took hers. Mine. The possessive thought came out of nowhere, but it felt good, too. He accepted it, let it go for later as he lost himself in their kiss.
"That's good." She sounded breathless when he lifted his head, her heels rubbing against his back. "I think I deserve a reward, which means you should definitely get naked."
That sounded like a good plan. Letting go, he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head.
"Maybe you could make it a really, really big reward?" Her gaze slid to his belt. "And lose the pants?"
Perfectly happy to make her happy, he stood up and stripped off his boots and pants, before shoving his boxer briefs down his legs. When he looked up, she still had her arms stretched over her head and she was raking her eyes over him appreciatively. "Do you have another drink for me?"
She licked her lower lip. "Silk Panties."
"Maddie." She was killing him.
"Take my dress off," she said huskily.
He groaned, not sure when he'd lost control of what was happening. Her dress was made out of some kind of silky material. She skimmed her hands down her arms, taking the straps with her. The bodice clung to her breasts through a miracle or some feat of feminine engineering he sure appreciated. Impatient, he tugged and the fabric began to slide down.
The strapless red half bra she wore matched her thong. It ended just above the soft rise of her belly and it had to be the prettiest thing he'd ever seen, his Maddie framed in red. He could have admired her for hours, but she'd given him permission to touch, and a good soldier knew how to take orders.
"Beautiful," he said roughly, filling his palms with her gorgeous curves. She gasped and wriggled, and he also knew how to take a hint. He cupped her through the satin, brushing her nipples with his thumbs as he tasted her skin, skimming his lips over her cleavage and learning every sensual inch of her.
Bringing her hands down, she started to work the hooks at the front with an endearing eagerness. There was no missing the aching desire in her gaze, or the way her brown eyes all but ate him up. She didn't hide the way she felt for him, and her openness was sexy as hell.
"Nuh-uh." He pulled her fingers away. "This is my present and I'm unwrapping it."
"The best way to open a Christmas present is by tearing the wrapping paper off," she protested, but she let him wrap her fingers around the headboard.
"Stay like that for me, sweetheart."
"Mason-" His name on her lips undid him. Full of need and heat-and the humor and life that was quintessentially Maddie. Her eyes danced as she watched him. Teased him some, because that was his Maddie. She didn't hold back. She was so damned irresistible, moving against him, trying to hurry him up when he planned on taking every minute, every hour she'd give him.
He pulled the sides of the bra apart, brushing his thumbs over her nipples before pulling the dress down her legs. She spread her legs wider, rocking against him.
"How much do you like those panties?"
"I'm happy to sacrifice to a good cause." Another wicked cant of her hips convinced him that waiting was overrated. Whatever she'd give him, he'd take.
He tore the panties off her, pushed his fingers into her wet folds and found heaven. She felt so damned good that he let out another groan because this welcome was all for him. He explored her with his fingers, tracing each fold, each sweet, sensitive spot until she was bucking against his hand, her fingers tightening on the headboard as her eyes closed and she rode his hand with complete abandon.
"Mason."
"Shh. I've got you," he promised. She let go, trusting him to make this good, and he'd die before he disappointed her. When she cried out, shattering in his arms, he pulled away briefly and fished the condom from his pant pocket.
Her eyes flew open. "Now," she whispered. "No more excuses."
Hell yeah. He could do that. He pushed inside her with one smooth, hard stroke, not stopping until he had nothing more to give her. Pulled back and slammed forward, hot pleasure streaking through him.
"Again," she beseeched, her hips rising up to meet him. So he did it again. And then again and again, until she was shrieking his name, the headboard abandoned as she dug her nails into his back and hung on as if she really, really liked what he was doing.
Or liked him.
Yeah. That was good, because he liked her a whole hell of a lot, and her body pulled him closer, clenching, tightening as if she'd never let go, and it was perfect. Heaven, really. Fuck him, but he never wanted to be anywhere else but here with her and, when she came, chanting his name as if it was the passport to some magical happy place, he grinned like an idiot and followed her over the edge, right there with her.
After he'd pulled out and disposed of the condom, he wrapped his arms around her and gathered her close, breathing her in.
"Maddie?"
She muttered something, collapsing bonelessly against him, and he brushed a kiss over the top of her head, earning himself another wispy sigh. He, on the other hand, felt as if he could get up and run. Climb a mountain. Assault a beach or maybe two.
He pressed a second kiss against her hair, because why stop at one? "You were perfect."
"You'd be the perfect boyfriend if you'd just shut up," she mumbled.
* * *
"GIVE ME AN INCENTIVE," he said roughly, his mouth against her hair. "Make my night for me."
"My own day's been pretty perfect so far," she admitted.
Mason was...well, okay, he was perfect. The cherry on her awesome-day sundae and even better than dessert after a month of dieting. He wasn't in any rush, simply patient and there. She wanted that every day. Okay. She also wanted it every night, and just possibly every minute. Somehow hot vacation sex had become a relationship, and she definitely didn't want to lose him when their time together on Fantasy Island came to an end. But she didn't have to, did she?