Sea of Love(37)

“Tell me what you like,” she said, enjoying the feeling of control that swept through her as she watched him writhe against the door.

She took him in her mouth, the head of him touching the back of her throat, then drew him out slowly, feeling the pull of her cheeks as she sucked. She released him and kissed her way up his torso to her full height, then grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. His hands found her then and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the living room. She drew back, shaking her head.

“No. No, Dane. This is my turn. I want to learn to touch you the way you like it.” She could hardly believe she was saying it, but the desire to master his pleasure was stronger than the need to be taken by him. The control she’d felt for that few seconds still had her body captivated and left her wanting to claim him as much as he’d claimed her.

“You don’t need to. I like every way you touch me,” he said, lowering her to the couch.

She scrambled off the cushion and grabbed his hips—hard. “Teach me,” she insisted. She dropped to her knees with a smile and licked him from base to tip, then wrapped her hand around his formidable erection and stroked him. He closed his eyes, and she took his hand and put it on his cock, then wrapped her hand over the top of it.

“You lead; I’ll follow,” she said.

His eyes flew open.

“Come on,” she said, dropping to her knees. He was so beautiful, standing with his shirt hanging open, his ripped abs splayed before her, naked from the waist down. She urged him by moving his hand with hers, then licked the tip. He moaned, and she buried him in her mouth, squeezing her hand around his. He moved his large hand over hers.

“Squeeze,” he said. She did, and he sucked in a breath. “Now stroke.”

She did as he asked, and he guided her with his strong, capable hand on top of hers, helping her strokes and the pressure of each movement, showing her just what he liked by the sexy little sounds coming from his mouth. She sank to the floor and licked his balls.

“Lacy,” he said in a sharp breath.

“No?” She moved back, worried she’d done something wrong. I’m so bad at this. She felt her cheeks flush.

“Yes,” he said with a grin. She moved closer and licked him again while he guided her in tighter, faster strokes. Every stroke pulled at her center as she swelled in anticipation.

“Squeeze harder at the top,” he said.

Lacy smiled to herself. She had always been a perfect student, and with Dane she was no different. She did as he asked, and he sucked in another breath. She ran her tongue up the base of his heat. “Show me how to suck you,” she said.

He took her hand and steadied it at the base of his shaft as she settled her mouth over him and took him in, stroking him with her tongue. Each time she drew him out of her mouth, his hand rode hers in a tight grip up and then down, following the trail of saliva she’d left. He tangled his hands in her hair and helped her efforts, guiding her in just the right rhythm as her tongue swirled the head and then ran down the length of that plump vein. The sensation of the pull on her hair and having him in her mouth had her squirming for more of him. She felt him swell beneath her palm, and she tried to speed up her motions. He groaned, then yanked her back by her hair. His massive arms picked her up around the waist and laid her on the couch. In the next breath, he was above her, his broad, muscular chest heaving with each breath as he thrust into her. He buried his tongue in her mouth, riding her fast and hard, swallowing her moans as he plunged deeper, harder, causing every muscle in her body to tighten and burn. Lacy felt the sensitive tangle of nerves inside of her reaching for more, screaming to liberate her pent-up sexual ache as he arched his back and called out her name. His shaft throbbed inside of her swollen center, and she dug her fingernails into his back, raising her hips to meet each pump, never wanting the exquisite palpitations that stole her mind and silenced her voice to stop.

Dane’s body shivered with aftershocks. His biceps trembled as he looked down at her with a scorching mix of primal lust and gratitude.

“Jesus, Lace. Where did that come from?”

She bit her lower lip and smiled. Knowing she’d caused those little shivers of heat that were making his body rock every few seconds filled her with confidence.

“I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” she said.

Another shock ran through him, and he shook his head as he sucked in a fast breath.

“You’re a good teacher,” she said.

“You’re a fast study,” he said, lowering his sweet mouth to hers.





Chapter Twenty-One


ROB HAD THE boat ready to go when Dane and Lacy arrived at the marina the next morning. Dane handed Rob a warm to-go cup of coffee, noticing his eyes were clear and his skin color looked healthy. He was relieved to see that Rob’s strength and confidence had returned, but he’d be sure to keep an eye on him just in case. He helped Lacy aboard, then pulled her into a hug. Today they were going to troll for sharks so Lacy could see one in the water.

Dane whispered in her ear, “You sure you want to do this? It might be ten times harder than the aquarium, and you had a hard time there.”

“I know. I do. I really, really do,” Lacy said.

He knew this was going to be difficult for her, but Danica had stressed the importance of Lacy facing her fears, and apparently, she’d told Lacy the same thing. He felt the fast pace of her heart against his chest, and Dane wondered if he was doing the right thing.

“You two must have had a hell of a night. I almost never beat Dane to the boat,” Rob teased.

“Yeah, about beating me to the boat. You look pretty chipper,” Dane said. “I take it things are better with Sheila?”

“Much. You were right. We needed to talk, and now that we have, we’ve got it all under control. That was three days of hell that I never want to go back to. Hey, why don’t we all have dinner tonight? Sheila and the kids would love to see you, Dane, and she’s heard about Lacy for so long she feels like she knows her already.”

“Lace?” Dane and Lacy had spent the night in each other’s arms, and now, looking at Lacy’s gratified grin, he knew the worst was behind them.

“Sure. Sounds great,” she said. Lacy zipped her sweatshirt over her bikini and stretched out in one of the deck chairs. They were taking Treat’s boat out today instead of the work vessel. Dane had wanted Lacy to be comfortable, and if she had a difficult time, she could escape to the cabin belowdecks.

“I guess it’s a date,” Dane said to Rob. “You had me worried, Rob. I want you to know that if you need me, I’m here. I’ll go to meetings. I’ll let you stay on the boat. I’ll stay at your motel. Whatever you need. I’m here for you.”

“I know, Dane, and I appreciate it. I went to a meeting yesterday morning and another last night. I figured immersion therapy might be a good thing.” Rob winked. “I did fine last night. I had them move me to another room. I didn’t want any reminders of how far I’d fallen.”

Dane glanced at Lacy. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Rob, it’s that we can always change. We make mistakes and we learn from them; then we move on. There is no hard-and-fast point of no return.”





THE AFTERNOON SUN beat down on them as they sailed through Chatham Harbor. He was relieved to see Rob back to his old self again. His energy was high and the camaraderie they’d shared for so many years fell right back into place. Dane silently vowed to keep a better eye on Rob. What kind of a friend was he if he didn’t notice when his best friend’s life was upended?

Dane laughed at a joke Rob made and cast a glance back at Lacy, stretched out on the deck cushions with only those tiny triangular patches of cloth covering the parts of her body that were so fresh on his mind. Beneath her head was the sweatshirt she’d had on earlier. Her curls fell away from her face like heavy twine. The evening before, he’d wrapped his fingers deep in those curls when she’d been on her knees, and he’d guided her to touch him in ways he never would have if she hadn’t begged to be shown how to pleasure him. He’d never met a woman whose desire to please was as strong as her desire to be pleasured. Then again, Lacy was like no other woman he’d ever met, and he knew she’d be the last woman he invited into his bed.

Now, looking at her lying in the sun, the curve of her belly moving up and down with each peaceful breath, all he wanted to do was love her. Need felt too shallow for the emotions that were burying themselves deeper in his mind with every thought. His feelings for Lacy encompassed love, adoration, inspiration, respect, gratification, and yes, need was a part of those feelings, but they were not the driving force of his emotions toward her.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Rob asked.

“Tomorrow?” Dane pulled his attention back to his friend.

“We’re supposed to go free diving, remember? You delayed the tagging, but I got a message from Carl today, and he said our equipment would be ready for the dive,” Rob said.

Damn. He looked at Lacy. She might be fine lying out in the sun on a luxury boat, but he doubted she’d be okay on a dive boat while he was underwater looking for sharks.