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"I want you too."
He dumps his manuscript on the floor, where its pages spill out to mingle with the ones I tossed away a minute ago. "Strip for me, Madeleine."
As much as I love the way his voice sounds when he calls me Maddie, I get even wetter and hotter when he speaks my full name. "Are you asking me to do a striptease for you?"
"Yes." He glances out at the aqua waters of the bay. "Maybe we should move outdoors. I'd love to shag you on the beach in the moonlight. We can go back to that secluded spot where I first kissed you."
"I'd love that. Let's go."
We both slip sandals on, but we leave our cell phones in the room. Rick snags a handful of condoms from a drawer in the bedside table. I don't make any snarky comments about how many condoms he's bringing along, because I need him to make love to me several times. It's been too long since I've felt him inside me.
Rick grabs a picnic blanket and ushers me out of the suite. The elevator ride seems to take forever, and there are other people in here with us, so we can't make out. At last, we escape the hotel and run to the beach. A small group of revelers is there, gathered around a bonfire, but we hurry past them to our favorite spot where we can have some privacy. Well, as much privacy as two people can get on a beach at a busy resort. I don't care if anyone finds us while we're having sex. Maybe I would have cared a couple of weeks ago, but today, I don't mind at all.
Once we reach our favorite spot, Rick spreads the blanket out and sits down. "Strip for me, Maddie."
Warmth sweeps over my skin, awakening all those secret places where I know he'll touch me and stroke me to drive me wild. I position myself near his feet, a yard or so away to make sure he can see all of me while I do this for him. No man has ever asked me to give him a striptease. Most guys can't wait to get me naked, but for their own pleasure, not mine. Get naked, screw, fall asleep. That's it. But Richard Hunter wants more. He always has, even that first night when we didn't know each other's names.
Luckily, I'm wearing shorts and a button-up blouse, plus underwear, so I have plenty of material to drive him as wild as he makes me feel. I'd kicked off my sandals the second we got to the beach, so I'm ready to go.
Rick stretches out on the blanket and links his hands under his head, his hooded gaze trained on me.
God, I love it when he looks at me that way.
I take hold of the top button on my blouse and unhook it slowly, then I move on to the next button, and the one after that. My gaze is bound to his, and every time I free another button, I swear the bulge in his pants gets bigger. When I unhook the last button, and my blouse falls open just enough to expose part of my tummy and my cleavage, he drags his tongue over his bottom lip. I push the blouse off one shoulder and bite my lip, letting it slide free of my teeth little by little. He shifts in place like his groin is paining him, but I know he's not suffering. I'm torturing him with my body, with my sensual striptease, and we both love it.
Pushing the blouse off my other shoulder, I trail my fingertips down the center of my chest until they bump into my bra. The sensation makes me shiver the tiniest bit, but only because of the way Rick is devouring me with his gaze. I roll my shoulders back and let the blouse fall away, fluttering to the floor.
He rubs his hands up and down his thighs like he's imagining doing that to my body.
I unbutton my shorts, then grasp the zipper pull.
Rick crooks his fingers into his thighs, making his pants bunch up under them. His attention zeroes in on my fingers and that tiny metal pull I grasp between them.
I sway my hips, tossing my hair, and tip my head back to expose my throat. While I dance for him, I drag that zipper down, down, down, millimeter by millimeter. Between my thighs, a silky heat gathers, and I burn and throb in ways that make my breaths shorten. I can't stop staring at his erection, concealed inside his pants, even while I push my shorts over my hips and let them tumble down to my ankles. With one kick, I get rid of them.
Rick unzips his pants and slips a hand inside to cup his cock.
"Don't go off without me," I say, wagging a finger at him.
"I won't. For over a week, the thought of shagging you again has tormented me. Nothing is going to keep me from fucking you the second you've gotten rid of your bra and knickers."
Oh yes, I want that. All these days without feeling him inside me have been a torment for me too. The best kind. The hot and steamy kind. This has been worth the wait, but I don't want to delay one second longer than necessary.
I unhook my bra and shrug to make the straps slip off my shoulders. The way I've crossed my arms under my breasts keeps the bra in place, and though I'd love to torture Richard some more, I can't wait that long. I peel the bra away from my breasts and toss it away, then I shimmy out of my panties.
He strips off his shirt and starts to wriggle out of his pants.
My gaze is glued to him, to what he's doing, while I drop to my hands and knees on the sand. I crawl toward him inch by inch, my hips and my breasts swaying. That movement catches his attention, and he gets tangled up in his pants while trying to kick them off, so obsessed with watching my tits that he's ignoring everything else.
"Bollocks!" he half hisses, half shouts, still struggling with his pants.
"Let me do it." I wave his hands away and free his legs, flinging his pants onto the floor. Then I crawl even closer, walking my hands up his chest while I straddle his lap. "All naked now. It's your move."
"Mine? I thought women liked to be in charge."
"Yeah, but I did my thing. My striptease got you crazed with lust." I bend my arms to bring my face closer to his. "Now it's your turn to make me crazy-hot for you."
"I'm already naked, so I can't do a striptease." He dips his head to capture my nipple, scraping his teeth over the tip while he suckles it. When I gasp, he pulls his mouth away just enough that he can speak. "You inspire me in every way imaginable."
