Sink or Swim Page 4

  He gulped. Freakin’ hell, if he hadn't had the presence of mind to put a pair of shorts on...

  With her legs spread to straddle the bike, her hot little cunt pressed tight against his ass and that little scrap she called a bikini was no barrier at all. His cock tightened, pushing at the front of his shorts. Shit, if it stood up much more, it would soon be shaking hands with Samie.

  He dropped the speed even further. Otherwise, at this rate, he'd tip them over his reactions were so off kilter. And as to Samie's question, he'd done nothing but think about it ever since she suggested he be her fuck buddy.

  Before he could formulate an answer, Shark Cove came into view. He released a shaky sigh. Big coward.

  He shook his head. Did he want to make love to Samie? Shit, yeah, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more. So what the hell's wrong, you moron? She hasn't just handed you the right signals, she's hit you over the head with them.

  As a rule, he didn't allow people to get close to him. Too easy to get disappointed that way. And he had too many secrets to let down his guard. Oh, he'd had his fair share of women, but Samie was different. She mattered and that made it harder.

  "Hey, you gone to sleep there? Or have you changed your mind."

  Jonah dragged his thoughts back to the present. What an idiot. Without even thinking about it, he's pulled the bike to a halt at the entrance to the cove. The engine was still idling, but they weren't going anywhere.

  "Sorry, I was just admiring the view."

  She settled her whole weight against his back and peered over his shoulder. Jonah squirmed as he felt the soft mounds of her breasts against him. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and lift the weight of them into his hands. Bend his head and cover her hard nipple with his hungry mouth.

  "It is pretty, isn't it? Shame it's so rocky."

  Crap, he was going to end up a basket case if he kept on like this. He struggled to get his mind off Samie's breasts and respond to her comment. “Nah, rocky is good. It keeps the crowds away. Makes it nice and secluded, safe for the seals that come here to bask in the sun."

  He put the bike into gear and negotiated the narrow pass into the cove, dodging the large outcroppings of boulders guarding the access to the bay. The wheels of the quad bike spun and then gained traction as he headed for the far side of the stretch of beach. He drew up in a patch of shade formed by the overhanging cliffs.

  Cutting the engine, he sat for a moment, dragging in the salt-laden air. He loved this place. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else, but that all depended on the Fates. The Fates and Samantha McIntyre.

  This part of the island was a series of cliffs running down to isolated bays populated by granite rocks of all shapes and sizes. Some were small and misshapen. Others were perfectly rounded boulders taller than a grown man, worn smooth by the elements. Then there were the caves...

  "Come on, Jonah, get your butt into gear."

  Samie poked him in the ribs, making him jump in surprise. He'd been so lost in his own thoughts, he'd almost forgotten she was there. Almost, but not quite. How could he possibly forget that hot little body pressed up against him?

  "Shove off first so I don't knock you flying,” he said with a backwards glance at his pillion passenger.

  Jonah missed her warmth the moment she alighted from the quad bike. Shit, he had it bad. Shaking his head at his own vulnerability where Samie was concerned, he jumped from the bike, grabbed his towel and Samie's beach-bag, and headed down to the water's edge.

  The water was crystal-clear, the bluest of any of the oceans he'd ever travelled. At least the rocks sheltered the bay here. It would make it a little more comfortable for teaching Samie to swim.

  "Hey, Jonah, come on. Let's go explore all the caves. I remember my mother bringing me here when I was a kid. I wanna go check it out."

  Dropping the towel and bag on one of the boulders, Jonah bounded after her. “Samie, no! Get back down here.” Ah Christ, if he didn't get to her in a hurry...

  Scrambling over the boulders, he caught up with her just as she was about to enter the smallest of the caves. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her about to face him, pulling her into his arms. Heat crawled over him as her barely-clad breasts hit his chest.

  "Hey, how come you're deserting me? I thought we were here to learn to swim.” He dropped his head and ran his tongue along her lips. When she opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to his, he shuddered in reaction. He'd never get enough of this woman.

  "I just wanted to check out the caves.” She curled her arms up around his neck, sliding her body against his. “I'm sure this is the one my mother showed me when I was just a kid. She said it held a secret that changed her life forever."

  Bloody hell, if she goes in there, she'll discover a secret all right. My secret! And I'm not certain how she'll take it. “We can explore the caves another time, okay? Right now, I'm more concerned with making sure you're safe in the water."

  He guided her back down the rocks and onto the beach, breathing a sigh of relief he'd been able to distract her with a little kiss. Stripping off his board-shorts, he turned to her. “You ready to brave the water?"

  "Ack, do I have to?” She waved a hand at him. “Forget that. Of course I have to. A mermaid who can't swim? Whoever heard of that?” She took a deep breath and faced the ocean. “Okay, I can do this."

  "You want to take off that gold chain you always wear about your waist? You might lose it in the ocean."

  "Nah, it's locked. It can't come off. And I promised my mum I'd never remove it. My dad, the big bull seal I told you about, gave it to her for me when I was born. I've always worn it. Mum just kept adding to the length of the chain as I grew."

  Jonah shrugged and matched her stride for stride as she moved into the water. When it was up to her waist, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to a stop. “This is far enough for the moment. First we have to teach you to float."

  He hated seeing the fear painted across her face. She really was afraid of the water. Maybe he could distract her again with a little sexual play. He slid his arms about her waist. “Lock your arms around my neck. I'm just going to get you used to the water and the feel of the waves first."

  Once she'd done that, Jonah waded out even further, until the waves slapped at his chest.

  "No, don't go out any deeper,” Samie wailed. “I can't swim.” She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around Jonah's waist.

  Jonah chuckled. “Um, I know that, sweetheart. That's why we're here. I'm not about to let anything happen to you so you can stop choking the life out of me now.” Not that he objected to having her wrapped around him like a second skin, her pussy pressed flush against his stomach. He dragged in a shaky breath and tried to concentrate on the matter at hand.

  "Okay, we're sheltered behind the rocks here so you don't have to have to worry too much about the waves. Now, I want you to drop your legs and just let your lower body float. Can you do that for me?"

  "Jonah, I'm not being a bimbo now. I really hate this,” she complained.

  He gave her a quick hug. “I know, but I won't let anything happen to you."

  Inch by inch, she released her lock on his waist. When he felt her legs brush against his, he started to spin in a circle. “Just let me take your weight. You concentrate on the feel the water on your skin.” He continued to move her through the water until her death-hold on his neck relaxed.

  "Hey, this isn't so bad.” She lifted her head and grinned at him. “Just don't let me go, okay?"

  "Never! Although I am going to flip you over on your back so I can teach you to float."

  He slid one hand behind her back and tried to pry her away from him. Samie immediately climbed up him again, legs tight about his waist, hands wrapped around his neck. The glimpse he had of her face before she buried it in the curve of his shoulder showed stark terror. Eyes wide. Mouth quivering. And all the colour had leached from her skin. Hmm, maybe he needed to give this some more thought.
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  "Guess it's going to take a few visits just to get you acclimatized to being in the water,” he muttered. “Why don't we go in closer where you can stand?"

  "Yeah, why don't we?” she muttered into his shoulder. “In fact, why don't we go right into the beach? I know I'm a wimp, but to be quite honest, I think that's enough for the first day."

  "I guess, but a word of warning, my girl. I plan on making you walk into the water with me every day, until it's up to your waist. It's the only way you'll get used to it."

  Fighting the pull of the tide, he walked out of the water and up the beach until he came to the boulder he'd dumped his towel and Samie's bag on. Samie was still stuck to him like a limpet.

  "Hey, you can let go now."

  "Why? I like it here. It was only the water I didn't like.” Samie wiggled in his arms, rubbing her body against him.

  "Ahh, maybe this isn't such a good idea.” Jonah grimaced. Damn, he needed to get Samie off him before she became aware how much she affected him. Or maybe he should keep her right where she was because the moment he put her down, she would be left in no doubt about the state of his arousal.

  His cock was so bloody hard, standing fully to attention, the stretchy fabric of his bathers barely confined it. One look and she'd know where his head—or rather his body—was at. Was she really serious about this fuck buddy thing? Because right now he couldn't think of anything he'd like better than to bury himself in her hot pussy.

  All of a sudden, she moved on him, grinding her pussy against his belly. Her ass made contact with the head of his aching penis. Fire swept through him, making the breath snag in his throat. His hands clenched on the cheeks of her bottom and he gulped in air to try to clear his thoughts.

  He should do the honourable thing and get them both back on the bike and headed for the more populated beach. If he took her up on her offer, she'd probably end up hating him. Wasn't that how all the good romance stories went? Then he looked at her, plastered to his body. Her itty-bitty bikini was no barrier to the heat searing him. They may as well have both been naked. His resolve weakened and his cock tightened even more.

  "Ahh, Samie, we should go back, but I don't think I can walk as far as the bike. I seem to have a little problem."

  Samie squirmed, sliding down enough to brush against his rock-hard erection again. “Little? Oh, I don't think so. Not unless you've got a pair of socks tucked down there.” She angled her head to look at the lower part of his body.

  Jonah snorted. No point trying to deny his arousal. One look was enough to give it away. Ah crap, he wasn't noble enough to give up this chance to be with Samie. What type of man did that make him?

  Samie was reacting out of her emotions. With this idea fixed in her head that she was about to turn into a mermaid, she was determined to grab at life while she felt she still had the chance. “Samie, are you sure about this?"

  "Oh yeah! There's nothing I want more.” She gave him a big grin. “Now walk me over to my bag."

  He tightened his arms around her, well aware of the tremor in his hands. Sidestepping a few feet, he watched as she grabbed her bag and rummaged around until she came up with a bright pink box. She held it aloft and grinned at him. “And I have just the thing to fix your little problem."

  He frowned. “What's that?"

  "A present from Kally Anne. A jumbo box of condoms.” She laughed and tucked them into the space between their bodies. “Let's get down and dirty, Mr. Jonah the Whale."

  "Um, no, baby, not whale. Seal."

  "Huh?"

  He just shook his head. Now wasn't the right time.

  Chapter Six

  Samie frowned. She didn't have the slightest idea what Jonah was talking about. Truth be told, she had other, more important, things on her mind. Like ... getting Jonah naked. And no time like the present.

  She dropped her legs and released her hold on his neck, slithering down his body. Thank God he'd chosen Shark Cove for their swimming lesson. No one ever came here and right now, she didn't think she could wait until they got back to her apartment. She wanted him ... and she wanted him now.

  Not giving him a chance to change his mind, she snaked one arm around his neck and pulled him down to her. “Do you know how much I want to taste you?” she whispered.

  "About as much as I want to sample your wares,” he responded, “and I don't just mean your luscious lips."

  "We'll get to that later.” She circled his mouth with the tip of her tongue. Long delicious swipes that tasted of the salt from the ocean. She nibbled on his bottom lip, laving the love bite with another sweep before delving inside to play with his tongue.

  Jonah groaned and increased the pressure. Covering her mouth with his. Establishing a rhythm with his thrusting and withdrawing that had her grinding her hips against his hard cock. Moisture flooded her core. Her bikini bottoms grew damp with her cream, and her libido spiked. She moaned and pushed herself closer, needing to feel more of his hot skin against her body.

  As if he knew what she was thinking, he slid one hand around to tug at the tie holding her bikini top on. Then he dealt with the tie around her neck. Samie pulled the top away and tossed it on the beach, before brushing her breasts against Jonah's chest.

  He broke off the kiss and pushed her away enough so that he could slide his hand between them to cup one breast. “God, I love your breasts,” he groaned, rolling the distended nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  "Too big,” Samie managed as heat streaked from her nipple, down her body, to centre between her thighs.

  "No, just perfect.” Jonah dipped his head and placed his lips over her nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth.

  Samie's legs almost buckled. Nerve endings grew sensitized. Fire flashed through her blood. Goosebumps broke out on her arms and stomach and she shivered in reaction. She clutched at Jonah, weaving her hands through his hair and hanging on for dear life. If she didn't, she'd melt into a puddle on the beach.

  "I was going to do you today,” she croaked. “Hell, I'm going to combust if you keep this up."

  Jonah lifted his head and grinned. “That's the general idea, baby.” Reaching over her shoulder, he snagged the beach towel sitting on the boulder and tossed it down in the shady patch beside the weathered sphere of granite rock. “Lay down,” he whispered.

  Samie backed up and dropped to her knees on the towel. She was all set to spread herself out for his pleasure when Jonah moved in front of her. Her gaze connected with the bulge in his swimsuit. Was she about to forgo the pleasure of unwrapping her latest present? Hell no!

  "My turn now.” She clasped her hands on his hips and dragged him even closer. Dropping her head, she nuzzled his steely cock with her mouth. Jonah jerked, a groan ripped from his throat.

  "You like that?” She grinned up at him to see him nodding so hard it was a wonder he didn't make himself dizzy. “Then you'll like this even more."

  She slid her hands around to his ass and tucked her fingers under the stretchy fabric. With one yank, she pulled the swimsuit down his thighs. Excitement fizzed through her blood as his cock sprang free, standing up proudly from a nest of dark hair. She couldn't wait to wrap her hands around it.

  "God, you're so soft."

  Jonah burst out laughing, the sound raw and hoarse. “I don't think you're supposed to tell a guy with a hard-on he's soft. What a way to deflate a man's ego."

  "No, the skin is like hot satin in my hand and underneath I can feel the strength ... rigid, rock-hard.” She chuckled. “I'm getting all poetic here, but I have to tell you, it's a fantastic turn-on.” She brushed her cheek against his cock, savouring the feel of him.

  A husky groan rumbled up from Jonah's chest. “Woman, you're killing me with suspense here."

  "Can't have that.” Giving into temptation, she ran her tongue across the head of his penis, lapping up the drop of pre-cum that glistened there.

  Jonah's hips bucked. The muscles in his thighs tighten as he pushed closer. Not about to deny he
rself any longer, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the head before running it down the thick vein underneath his cock.

  She cupped his balls with one hand while she used the other to hold the base of his erection so she could slide her mouth from the bulbous head right to the root. God, he tasted so good—slightly salty from the sea, but oh so hot, as if he'd stood too close to a fire.

  Samie felt the same heat in her. Sweeping through her body. Coalescing into a raging inferno between her thighs. A delicious ache centred over her clit and she clenched her legs together in reaction.

  Jonah's hips pumped in tandem with the movement of her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair as if he were afraid she'd bolt on him, leaving him hanging high and dry. His breathing was so harsh it rivalled the wash of the waves on the beach. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, exerting pressure on her shoulders.

  "No more. I'm going to come otherwise. When I spill my load I want to be buried deep inside you.” He dragged in a shuddering breath. “Lie down, Samie. On your front. I can't wait any longer."

  Samie gave one last kiss to Jonah's hard cock and fell back on the towel behind her, heedless of the grains of sand that had found their way there. Jonah dropped to his knees and joined her, resting his weight half over her as he took her mouth in a drugging kiss. She gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her. The conflagration blazing in every part of her body. The pounding of her heart. The scent of Jonah's sun-kissed flesh mixed with the musky perfume of her own arousal. It all served to drive the tension higher.

  With a flick of his wrist, Jonah dealt with the ties on the side of her bikini panties, tossing the last barrier over his shoulder. Then he slid his mouth down to her breasts, nipping and licking as he went. Samie moaned and writhed on the sand-covered towel. He moved further down, trailing his tongue across her stomach. Stabbing at the indentation of her belly button. Circling the triangle of her pubic hair. Muscles contracted. Hips arched as she silently urged him to continue, but he denied her the final kiss. The one she hungered for most of all.