The Devil She Knew(16)

He nodded, smiling a little at the splotch of ink on her cheek. "In that case, pass me the knife. I'll make it quick."

He'd assumed she'd turn away while he killed it, but she didn't. When it  was dead in the bottom of the boat, she smiled at him a little shakily.

"Now there's just one more thing we need to do." She jerked the knot of  her sarong loose. The cloth fell off her body, leaving her in nothing  but her bikini. His chest tightened. Did she have any idea how beautiful  she was, even with black in her hair, and ink spattered over her arm  and shoulder? No, especially with black splashes over her. She was more  stunning with the ink, because somehow the marks did nothing but make  her more herself.

Suzie wasn't some fragile beauty, too afraid of messing her hair or  breaking a nail to have any real fun. She was the exciting, crazy woman  who, even as a girl, had dared to do whatever she wanted and had never  seemed afraid. Back then, Suzie had been a force of nature. He hadn't  been the only boy at school secretly in love with her, not by a long  shot. Her wildness had been sexy as hell. It still was.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Suzie stood up, making the tender  rock crazily. With one smooth motion she dived over the side. He had to  grab hold of the seat as the little tender bucked furiously from the  force of her exit, but her lithe body cut through the water with barely a  splash.

Her head popped up a short distance away, her red hair slicked back from  her face. She grinned and let her feet float up in front of her so her  red toenails popped out of the water. "Coming in? Or are you fond of  your new look?"

Nate frowned. Now their fishing competition was over, he should get back to fixing the yacht's electrics.

"Suzie-"

She splashed him, laughing. "Bet you can't catch me." Ducking under, she  swam through the clear water as easily as if she'd been born with  gills.

He was hot and ink-smeared, and she was obviously having fun. Besides,  he'd almost replaced every burnt-out circuit, so it wouldn't take him  long to finish.

Screw it.

He dived in and swam a little, loving the coolness of the water after  the heat of the day. Floating on his back, he luxuriated in the feeling  of freedom and peace. The sky was intensely, beautifully blue. A perfect  day.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him under the surface. He came up  coughing and laughing, swearing vengeance. Suzie was laughing too,  swimming away as fast as she could. She shrieked with mock fear as he  caught her and slipped one arm around her waist. Treading water, he  pulled her close.

He meant to dunk her, but her slippery, almost-naked body felt too good.  He was instantly hard. And he didn't want to let her go.

The laughter died on her lips as her face came close to his. Her green eyes were wide. Could she feel how hard he was?

Her legs locked around his waist. Her weight sunk him, so they both went under.

He didn't care.

Her lips were under his. When they surfaced, her mouth opened for him.  It was hard to kiss her when he had to paddle to stay afloat and the sea  water kept splashing in their faces.

He didn't care.

Her mouth was warm and salty. She was the best thing he'd ever tasted.  Her legs were hooked around his hips and with every movement he made,  she rubbed against his hardness.

He couldn't get any friction in the water. Couldn't hold her as close as  he needed to. But her mouth was there for him, and her slippery body  was around him, and that made everything perfect.

Almost perfect.

He needed all of her.

Blinking water out of his eyes, he tugged her bikini top aside to  release her breasts. She threw her head back so her hair trailed in the  water and her face was up to the sun.

Since his teenaged years, he'd imagined what her breasts might look like countless times. In his dreams, they'd been perfect.

In real life, they were so much better.

But he couldn't kiss them in the water. He couldn't tongue her nipples  or stroke her curves. He couldn't even take hold of her properly. Like a  mermaid, she kept slipping from his grip. No, not a mermaid, a siren,  one of those legendary sea creatures so beautiful they lured sailors to  their deaths.         

     



 

There was no way to have her in the ocean, and the knowledge made his  arousal so strong it was painful. He'd try anyway. If he drowned in the  process, at least he'd die happy.

He kissed her neck, biting and sucking the salt water from her skin.  With one hand he cupped her ass, slipping his hand under her bikini  bottom. He wanted to feel her. Ached to slip his finger inside her. But  with her legs and arms around him, he was the only one keeping them  afloat. When he didn't use both hands to paddle, his face slipped under.  Getting a mouthful of sea water was well worth it. But unless his wish  came true and he suddenly grew gills, he couldn't properly stroke her  where he wanted to.

She could touch him though.

With her legs around him she was riding higher than him in the water,  and in no danger of drowning. He could see a gleeful glint in her eye as  she recognized he couldn't use his hands without going under.

She pushed his swimming shorts down to take hold of him and run her hand  along his length. Her touch made him groan with pleasure even as he  swallowed more water. He felt like a volcano about to erupt.

The only places he could reach her to kiss her were underwater, and he  wanted to taste her skin, not just salt. He wanted to lick her until she  screamed for mercy.

She'd shoved his shorts down so far they were in danger of coming right  off, but who cared? He'd rip her bikini right off too, to get rid of  everything that was between them.

When she wrapped her legs around him again, he kicked his legs up and  pushed his hips forward to rub his erection against her crotch. If only  he could get the friction he needed. The way they bumped together then  were pushed apart was an exquisite kind of torture.

"You're going to kill me," he told her, panting with excursion.

Her grin grew wider. "You figured out my evil plan."

Then she must have yanked her bikini bottom to one side, because he felt  soft skin against his cock instead of fabric. She slid her bare pussy  up and down his shaft, pressing hard enough that he groaned with  pleasure.

With her head dropped back, and her eyes closed, she moaned too. "Oh that feels good. I need more."

He did too, but they had to get back on board. Though he'd drown with a smile on his face, he'd far rather do this properly.

"Let's go-."

Then his words turned into a grunt of surprise as she grabbed his shaft  and guided it to her opening. He took her waist and thrust inside her.  She felt incredible. But the force of the movement pushed them both  under so deeply that he had to kick hard to get their heads above water  again.

She was still clinging to him, refusing to be put off, even as she  coughed. She pushed down on him again, trying to get his length  completely into her. But he had nothing to push up on but the endless  depths underneath his kicking feet, so they went under the surface  again. And worse, he wasn't completely inside her. He couldn't bury  himself in her like he burned to do.

He had to get her back on board. Now.

"Come on. Let's do this properly." He yanked his swimming shorts back  over his throbbing erection, then took her hand and tugged her with him  as he swam to the tender. When he gave her a boost to heave her on  board, her bikini was still pushed to one side. The view as she  scrambled into the boat was enough to make him groan with agony.

By the time he'd gotten himself up too, she'd put her bikini back in  place. A shame. She was so lovely, it should be a crime for her to cover  up.

Her eyes were very blue and she was breathing quickly. He wanted to  reach for her, but he wasn't about to make do with wooden seats on a  small tender when there was a comfortable yacht just a minute or two  away. With one hard yank on the starter cable, the engine roared into  life and he raced to the yacht as fast as it could go.

He didn't wait to unload the gear, just took the squid into the galley  and dropped it in a bowl filled with water to keep cool. She followed  him, her eyes still that brilliant blue, her hair a gorgeous, tangled  mess. When he'd finished with the squid and turned, her bikini was on  the floor and she was disappearing, naked, into the master cabin.





11





Suzie grabbed a towel for her hair and sat on the bed. She couldn't  quite believe she'd walked naked into the bedroom without worrying about  how she looked or what he'd think. But the way Nate looked at her  filled her with confidence. And she was so horny, she was tempted to  slip one hand between her legs to caress where she ached.

No more doubts. No more over-thinking things. If she didn't do this, her nether regions were going to burst.

Where was he? If he didn't hurry she'd have to start without him.         

     



 

Nate came into the doorway and stopped, looking at her. He was still  wearing his swimming shorts and his arousal was obvious. The sight made  her want him even more. And now she knew what had taken him so long - he  had a box of condoms in one hand. He really was a genius.