Take a Chance on Me (10 page)

On the breeze, he could swear he smelled her fragrance and his heart began to pound again the same way it had that afternoon when she'd walked along the jetty. Blonde hair falling out of her up-do. Curves, confidence and an air of being comfortable in her own skin. So refreshing. Plus the rare thrill of the backchat. The high cheekbones and her beautiful green eyes had helped too. And that walk. And those shoes. And the noise they made on the cobblestones. In fact, he could hear it right now.

Mac shook his head, rubbed his eyes and looked at his drink, then looked back again along the jetty. He couldn't believe what he saw.

‘Ahoy there ship mate. Is it too late for a tour?'

Sadie's heart was pounding thirteen to the dozen but from the moment she'd bid him goodbye, there'd been a pull in her chest like she'd never felt before. So much so, that as soon as the taxi had arrived back at the hotel, she knew she had to ask the driver to turn right round again. Then when they'd reached the quay, she'd changed her mind and asked him to about-turn once more. But when the hotel was again in sight, Sadie had finally changed her mind for the last time, and headed back to the jetty, telling herself it was ‘now or never'.

It was a philosophy that had embraced her, rather than her embracing it – but ‘now or never' it was. Whether it was the exotic location going to her head, or being intoxicated by the magic of that night, or just telling herself she simply wanted to see inside a ‘superyacht' then leave, Sadie had felt a magnetic pull too hard to resist. She had to return. Exactly what for, she didn't know. But she hoped she'd soon find out.

And there he was, looking amazed to see her again, and hurrying down the gangplank to greet her.
Thank God.
For Sadie, it was win-win either way – if it turned out to be literally a tour and a nightcap, then she'd at least have pictures of the inside of a superyacht to show the girls. And if it became another soulless one-night stand, then hey-ho, at least physically it'd prove she'd still got it, and it would probably be the last steamy session before the months – maybe years – of abstinence to come. And if by chance any potential encounter turned out to be filled with more than that, more feeling, and the same sort of connection she'd had since she laid eyes on him, then this night might even inspire her to be a bit less cynical about finding a good man – when the time came. Plus, she was a big girl – and actually, she rather felt like having a close encounter of the physical kind while there was very little chance of anyone knowing about it. So, all well and good. Whatever happened from here on in, this would be a trip to remember.

Mac greeted her with a huge kiss.

‘Hey, you,' she said.

‘Hi, Trouble.'

‘I decided if I'm going to own a “Ferretti Custom blah blah” one day, I should really take advantage of a private tour if it's offered to me,' she joked.

‘Glad to hear it. Ferretti Custom Line 124.'

‘Yes, that. And if that nightcap is still on offer …'

‘It most certainly is. This way for the grand tour.'

Ten minutes later, they were back in the expensively decorated salon, having completed a brief lap of the vessel, avoiding any nooks and crannies where anything would have given him away. Hopefully no clues, no questions.

‘So, is the owner in that other bedroom we avoided?'

Spoke too soon.

‘He's off duty tonight. Went ashore.'

‘Shame – looks like I'll have to slum it with the paid help, then.'

Before he could reply, she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard and long. He returned the favour and lifted her in the air. Her little squeak of surprise amused him. He deposited her effortlessly on the expansive c-shaped sofa in the lounge area.

‘Wow, you're strong,' she said.

He responded by swinging into an Atlas pose, with one fist on his forehead and the other on his hip. Wanting to make her laugh came so easily. Then picking up a remote control he poised it like a baton in the air.

‘Music …?'

‘… maestro, please,' she quipped.

He dramatically flicked the remote, having already picked the music earlier that evening, and the speakers sprung to life, filling the room with the sensual sound of soul music.

‘You certainly know your way around, don't you?'

‘So I'm told.'

He slumped down beside her on the sofa and went to kiss her again, but a look of trepidation crossed her face and he cocked his head to the side.

‘What?'

‘Mac, I …' she paused. ‘I don't usually—'

‘Neither do I.'

‘No, seriously, it's … been a while. That sounds crass, doesn't it?'

He paused, softened, felt a flicker of concern show on his features. ‘Samantha Businesswoman really is all work and no play, huh?' She nodded, apologetically. Leaning down on his elbow he kissed her in reply, gently, tenderly. She smiled gratefully and took a deep breath.

‘Can I get you anything to drink?'

She shook her head.

‘Eat?'

‘No, thanks. Game of Scrabble?'

He laughed. ‘I'd prefer some other games, if you don't mind … Or else we can just lay here for a while.'

He surprised himself. Since when was he the New Man? Sadie responded by pulling him towards her by his T-shirt.

‘Just lay here? Next to
this
body? The hell we will … I was just warning you, that's all. I'm a bit out of practice.' And with that, he pulled her down next to him, and she sank back onto the sofa beneath his heated kisses.

‘Well, with what I've got in mind, you won't need to worry about having many skills at all.'

Sadie was surprised to find herself relax completely beneath his tender kiss. Without leaving her lips once, he moved her arms above her head, and caressed down the sides of her body and back up again, making her shiver with anticipation. Then he looked into her eyes, searching once more, then kissed her delicately, from her mouth, down to her neck, over her collarbone, sensuous on her sensitive skin, making her body quake a little with every move. It felt so good.

‘Mmmm …' she murmured. ‘Looks like I'm in the hands of a master.'

He responded by moving across on top of her slightly, his knee rising up between her thighs, taking her hemline up with it.

She gripped his powerful leg, feeling the roughness of his jeans on her bare thighs. Tantalisingly trapped beneath his bodyweight, her arms still pinned above her, she responded by rubbing her body against him gently. He groaned. All the while she could feel his lips and tongue exploring her skin. His fingers traced a path back down the inside of her arm. She could feel her pulse beginning to race and her breath begin to quicken.

Mac paused ever so briefly, giving himself time to feel the full impact of getting intimate with Sadie's amazing body at last, having wanted her all night. He watched her voluptuous breasts heaving, her face flushed, struggling to retain her composure. Caught in the dim light of the salon, she looked alluring, and sexy as hell in the full throes of being turned on. He moved up to her face, looked deep into her eyes.

‘Give me your tongue,' he said.

Sadie poked it out at him cheekily, retracting it just as he made a little lunge for it.

‘Give me it. Just the tip.'

She extended her tongue slightly between her parted lips until it was just peeping out between her teeth. He ran his tongue around it, flicked it delicately, then sucked it gently, and her sharp intake of breath told him she knew exactly what he meant by it. Then without his eyes leaving hers, he moved back down towards her breast. Using his chin to tantalisingly pull down the stretch fabric of her dress just a millimetre at a time, he bared her skin, lower and lower, stopping just before he reached her skimpy bra. The enticing mound rose towards his mouth as she panted, the curves exactly as he'd imagined they would be, hoped they would be.

‘If only you knew how much I've been wanting to do this,' he whispered, as he darted his tongue below the laciness of her bra, down towards her achingly hard nipple. His tongue just skimmed the tip of it. She gasped. Pausing, barely touching, tantalising and teasing her, she bucked beneath him.

‘If only you knew how much I've been
wanting you
to do that,' she replied.

So he did it again, with the other nipple this time, but still oh so slowly. He brought his head back up to her, pushed a tendril of hair back from her face, and kissed her lips softly and tenderly, as she caught her breath, then suddenly kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth.

Sadie felt the overwhelming need to have him inside her, as he continued to make love to her mouth, and tease her with his tongue. She freed one of her hands – she couldn't resist – to caress his face, then his neck, shoulders, and down his back, feeling his rippling muscles hard beneath his shirt, his back tapering into a smaller waist.
Mmmm – runner's stomach, swimmer's arms, well-defined thighs
– the man certainly kept himself in good shape.

Her hand went down and down, found the rounded muscles of his rear, and caressed firmly, before moving around to the front. Rubbing up and down as she moved slowly across, nearer and nearer, but not quite touching the hard ridge beneath the zip, she thrilled at his reaction as his breathing sped up to match hers. He caught her hand again, just before she moved the final inch.
She hadn't lost her touch.

‘Sam, you're a tease,' he groaned, stopping her just in time. ‘A stunning tease.' Then he raised her arm back up above her head. She tried to bring her lips up to his chest instead.

‘Uh-uh!' he said, pushing her back down. ‘You first, this is all about you.'

‘You're a dream come true,' she said with a sigh, unable to remember the last time a guy had said that to her, and relaxed back onto the sofa, eyes closed, in rapture.

‘Watch,' he whispered, and she opened them again.

Parting his lips, he lowered his head slowly, a wry smile quirking the corner of his mouth, his fingers nimbly pulling her dress down further, hungrily revealing her breasts still encased in their lacy prison, until her fullness was revealed for the first time.

‘Beautiful.'

Cupping both in his hands, his tongue flickered from one side to the other. Not once did his eyes leave hers, deliberately making her watch what he was doing.

Driving her crazy was what he was doing.

Then he was done with teasing. He reached around and undid her bra, pulling her clothes looser for easy access. Then his mouth was upon her. Enveloping one nipple through the lace, he sucked her gently at first, then nipped slightly. She let out a little cry.

‘Sorry, I hope they can't hear me on the Sunseeker!'

‘I hope they can,' he said, mischievously. ‘Bad girl,' he said, sucking her breast and again nipping her gently through the fabric.

Sadie cried out once more. He paused, and kneeled up over her.

‘Getting hot in here, isn't it?' He smiled, and in one smooth movement, lifted his arms and removed the white T-shirt off over his head, and paused, half-naked before her. Sadie just looked. And looked.

That afternoon on the boat, he was off limits. Now he was presenting himself for her pleasure. She scrutinised every inch of the body just a foot away, feasting her eyes upon the Adonis before her.
Utterly amazing.
She drank in every contour – well-defined pecs, six pack stomach, big shoulders.

‘I need to touch …'

She brought her hands onto his chest, then downwards, but when she reached his waistband he wagged his forefinger at her.
No.
Obediently she put her arms back up over her head. Then he began his own more intimate exploration.

She wanted him. Her nipples – pert and hard in all their glory – gave away how much. She noticed how hard he had become and felt a thrill of satisfaction that she could be doing this to him. Then he upped the ante. Circling his thumbs across the lacy peaks, tormenting both, he lowered his head, his teasing gaze fixed on her face.

‘Now, time for this to come down.'

He pulled her arms clear of her dress, then further and further he pushed the lace of her bra down until her nipple was completely clear, then her whole breast. Then the other, till her magnificence was completely on show. She felt exposed, but there was none of her usual self-consciousness – not in the hands of this guy. She could be proud of her ample bosom. Her dress pooled into an elaborate toga further down, around her belly, and she sighed with anticipation, his hands cradling her voluptuousness and his mouth so close she could feel his breath against her skin.

Then he teased her nipple till she writhed, drawing her breast into his mouth, and sucked and licked and nipped.

It felt so good –
like he was pulling on the very soul of her. She clutched the back of his head, but he wanted to do it his way.

‘Keep … your arms …
up
,' he said, taking his tantalising tongue towards the other breast, and repeating the process, even more slowly, even more hot.

By now, Sadie's breasts were well aroused, and she arched her back against his caresses as they intensified. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he stopped.

Suddenly his face was deadly serious, and his eyes had become deep dark pools, watching her intently. Sadie felt a flash of passion course through her veins, as he began trailing a path downwards towards her legs.

His hand slowly skimmed to her hemline, then he raised the dress further up. His fingers set her skin on fire, slowly circling around closer and closer towards her hot centre. She was moist, she was ready and she was yearning. Caressing her inner thigh, then upwards, teasing all the way, soon he'd pulled the dress up almost to her hips, and he looked down to feast his eyes upon matching black lace underwear.

Thank goodness she hadn't worn the big pants.

He shifted his body downwards. Her mound was clearly on show through the see-through lace, and Sadie wondered if it was obvious how wet she was already. She groaned and moved her hips slightly.

‘Stay there, I like to … take my time,' he said.

Unable to move, restrained by a make-believe binding, she just relaxed and felt his fingers do the talking. Starting again at her knee, and then tracing a path upwards, they promised the most exquisite pleasure. Sadie tossed her head and moaned, but he refused to let her do anything but lie back and think of fingers – around the edges of her, above, below, across, electricity zapping through her body at every slight stroke, every light touch.