Page 18 of Acadia Falls

He held his hand out for me.

And even though I knew I would regret it—at least afterward—I took it.

Maybe Jack was smarter than I thought; he didn’t say another word as he hustled me inside. I barely noticed the interior of the boathouse—a vast white sailboat, a pristine kitchen, and a living room overlooking the beach. Jack pushed me down onto the couch. His eyes were dark, hungry-looking.

I was already throbbing between my legs, which, for some reason, terrified me. I’d never been so attracted to someone before. I couldn’t pin Jack down—he seemed as wild as the ocean. I had no idea what he’d do next.

But lucky for me, he stripped off his shirt. Holy hell! I hadn’t gotten a good look at his muscles the other night, but now my eyes feasted on him. His pecs were enormous, and he had washboard abs, but my favorite was his big, hulking shoulders that anchored his bulging biceps. Unf. He looked like he could crush me. And the way he looked at me made me think he would eat me alive.

“Take off your clothes.” His voice was thick, husky, and there was no way in hell I would say no to him. I was vibrating with desire. I wanted to get my hands on that hot body and feel him between my legs again.

He shimmed out of his jeans and underwear, and I almost dropped dead right there. I’d known that his cock was enormous—it wasn’t as if I could forget the other night! But to see the round, lush head, already glistening with moisture, pointing in my direction, was another matter altogether.

Hell yeah! I was so glad I hadn’t said no to him!

“Come here.” My voice was ragged.

He dropped to his knees before me, spreading my legs open. I couldn’t believe Jack Brennan had gotten me naked, in broad daylight, on the Vejas’s boathouse couch—in less than a minute—but there I was.

He blew his cool breath over my clit and my slit, and I shivered. “I’d like to take my time with you,” he growled, “but they’re waiting for us. So we’re going to have to be quick. Okay, Blondie?”

“My name’s Mar—” But he put his strong tongue between my legs, and I couldn’t finish the sentence. Who cared what my name was? He lapped at me, loosening me up and making me moan, then went to work on my clit. Holy hell. Jack Brennan was a talented man. He sucked and nibbled, and just when I thought I would lose my mind, he stuck two fingers inside me and started fucking me with his hand.

I screamed, climaxing hard, as his fingers and mouth worked me relentlessly through my orgasm.

“Good girl.” He gave me another cocky grin, then started licking and greedily sucking on my breasts. He worked his way up until his hips were even with mine, his cock throbbing between my legs, grazing the wetness there, making me crazy. I was still shaking from the depths of my orgasm when he notched inside me.

I groaned.

“You ready for me?”

I couldn’t even talk. I just panted against him. He put his lips on mine, devouring me with a hot kiss.

Jack Brennan was my boss. How could I say no?

“Babe?”

“Just do it.” I didn’t even recognize my voice.

I wrapped my arms around Jack’s neck, pulling him in for another wild kiss, and he flexed his hips. Oh fuck. My body stretched to accommodate his girth. He flexed his hips again and was gloriously, impossibly, all the way in.

“Aw, babe. You’re so tight. Good thing we need to hurry.” He pumped his hips, and I cried out in pleasure.

Who said size didn’t matter? They were liars!

Jack held me down by the shoulders and pumped into me. His pace was savage, relentless, desperate. I gave myself over to it, to him. We were fucking—there was no other word for it. He reached down and slid his hand between my legs, finding my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He kissed me deeply, his tongue everywhere. He was everywhere—his hands, his mouth, his cock. He owned me.

I felt another orgasm building, entirely out of my control. Our pace was frenzied, bodies entwined, as he pounded into me. I was almost afraid of what I was feeling. I’d never been so out of control in my life. I heard screaming, and it was me—I was screaming his name.

He laughed, the cocky bastard, but then he started to lose it. I could feel him unraveling. “So. Fucking. Tight.” His thrusts got more ragged, but he didn’t stop rubbing my clit.

I felt myself at the peak, and I started to see stars.

“Yes. Fuck! Yes.” Jack stiffened further, slamming inside me as our orgasms chased each other. He came hard. My body shuddered around him, greedily sucking everything he had to give.

I felt like I’d crashed underwater. When I came up again, Jack was on top of me. We were both sweaty and breathing hard.

“Guess we better go get that beer.”