Bared to Him (4 page)

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Gray
admired the partially completed bathroom he’d been working on all
afternoon. While Miranda had been in the throes of her sleep
fantasies, he’d pulled up anchor and motored along the coast in
record time. The fuel tanks had been refilled with diesel at Prince
Rupert and he’d picked up some of the supplies at the other ports
Jack had indicated on the itinerary.

Late
morning, he’d anchored in a secluded bay along the southern coast
of British Columbia. He’d had a quick bite to eat from the food
supplies they’d brought along and then set upon work. Since he was
a carpenter, certified electrician and a plumber, he’d been able to
work quickly and efficiently on parts of all the rooms.

He’d
tried to remain as quiet as possible, knowing Miranda would need
her rest so she could take over the helm during the night, but the
compressor, the drill and circular saw made such a
racket.

After
having had no sleep himself, he felt surprisingly wide-awake. Hell,
he wouldn’t have been able to sleep if he’d tried. That orgasm he’d
experienced early this morning had blown his freaking mind. He
thought he’d be relieved afterwards, but he was still aroused to
the point it was damned irritating.

As he’d
worked, he noticed her sexy Octo scent was getting stronger with
each passing hour. It continued to create havoc on his senses, to
the point were he’d worked like a maniac and sweat had poured off
him. Unfortunately, work did not put much of a damper on his need
for mating with her.

Late
afternoon had come quickly and when he went to the engine room to
get more of the supplies, he heard Miranda’s shower running. Shit!
She was up and soaping her beautiful human curves. He ached to
climb into the shower with her and caress her soft-looking skin.
Craved to kiss her pouty mouth and catch her gasps as he thrust his
aching cock into her tight pussy.

Oh man!
He needed to get off this yacht and away from her or he was going
to lose his self-control and start making love to her!

Chapter Three

After her
shower, Miranda used every excuse under the sun to stay in her
cabin. She’d eaten some fruit that she’d placed in her cabin’s tiny
refrigerator, dressed, stared out the port windows at the
mist-shrouded ocean, and now after sitting around on the bed for a
couple of hours working on some puzzles in a game magazine she’d
brought along, she was starving again. She realized too that it was
excessively quiet. Actually, Gray had been silent since she’d
stepped out of the shower.

Where had
he gotten off to?

She
tiptoed to her cabin door and opened it. She listened. Not a sound.
For someone with a deadline, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to
finish.

She took
a deep breath, grabbed her courage, and stepped into the hallway.
Curiosity urged her to check out how much he’d gotten done while
she’d slept. If he was in there laying tiles or doing whatever,
then she’d praise his work and get the hell away from
him.

But as
she walked down the companionway, past the engine room and along
the forward companionway, she didn’t smell his fresh unique scent.
He’d been here, but the scent was dissipating.

A moment
later, she stood in the new bathroom that separated the two new
rooms. Surprise made her gasp. How in the word had he managed to do
so much work in such a short time? It appeared as if the bathroom
was almost finished. It looked spectacular and followed the same
gray and white theme of the rest of the yacht’s
interior.

The
toilet was in and a pristine white marble floor gleamed beneath the
pot lights. He’d placed the black and gray marble counter with the
dark gray drawers and double gold sinks. He’d even done the cherry
wood trim along the ceiling and accents around the port windows and
doors.

The only
thing missing was the shower stall, and a mirror. Once those were
in the bathroom was pretty much done.

She
peeked into the two new cabins. Both of them looked identical.
Pristine white padded walls, and Gray’s elegant cherry wood trim.
The two double beds that had been in the original forward cabin,
had been separated. One double bed occupied each of the rooms. The
only other items needed were some custom-made cabinets that Gray
would build and a couple more pieces of furniture, which they would
pick up somewhere in Oregon.

But where
was Gray? A sudden unexplained sense of urgency swept over her. Had
something happened to him? It wasn’t time for him to Change.
Twilight was at least a couple of hours away. So where could a man
go on a yacht? Unless he’d taken the emergency dingy to shore and
something had happened to him?

The sense
of insistence snapped into one of alarm and she quickly left the
cabin. She rushed along the narrow companionway to the engine room.
He wasn’t there. She checked the salon but he wasn’t there. No sign
of him on deck either. The dingy hadn’t been used. So where was
he?

Golden
rays of late afternoon sunshine tore through the mist and splashed
down upon the yacht. She turned and surveyed the coastline. The fog
that had been prevalent all day was dissipating and she suddenly
realized they weren’t at the same inlet where she’d anchored. He
must have moved them while she’d slept.

“
Gray!” she shouted, hoping her voice would carry on the brisk
wind.

No
answer.

“
Gray! Where the hell are you?” she called out again as she
stepped to the bow.

“
Wow! You sleep like the dead,” Gray called up to
her.

Miranda
tensed and quickly looked over the railing. Gray was swimming in
the ocean right below her. And he was nude!

Tanned
muscles bunched everywhere on his body and she meant
everywhere…across his chest, his arms and his belly and waist
and…

She
shivered when she spied his giant erection shimmering beneath the
clear water.

“
Do you like what you see?” he asked. His voice was soft and
alluring as he gazed up at her.

For a
split second, she wanted to tear off her clothes and jump into the
water with him. But his cocky grin shot through the magnetic
pull.

“
You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen on a human
male,” she teased.

For a
brief moment, anger blazed in his gray eyes. It excited her that he
might actually be jealous that she’d had sex with a human male,
although she hadn’t.

Then,
just as quickly, his look turned to something else…heat, passion,
need for sex. Need for her?

Her
breath halted as he swam around to the forward port side of the
yacht. His big hands grabbed the gleaming silver rails of the
ladder and he slowly rose out of the ocean. Silvery beads of water
clung to his body and she couldn’t stop herself from staring at him
and lowering her gaze to…

Wow! Out of the water, his shaft appeared even bigger! He was
so well hung! She’d never seen a guy built like him. Not even in
those naughty magazines that her dad kept hidden in a locked desk
drawer in his office. She’d found the key one day to that drawer
and she’d been transfixed by the occasional naked man in the
pictures having sex with the women. But none of those men had a
cock
this
size.

She
hadn’t even realized he was standing right in front of her now,
until he spoke.

“
You’d better get out of here before I do something that we
both know I shouldn’t do.”

He stood mere inches from her now. She could feel his body
heat caressing her skin. Sweet tingles made her pussy clench as she
remembered how intense his shaft had felt penetrating her pussy
during her fantasies. She could smell the salt-scented water
clinging to his flesh and she ached to lick it off
all
parts of
him.

She
didn’t move. Couldn’t, even if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t want
to.

“
Randi…” His voice sounded tortured, desperate.

She
couldn’t say a word as she continued to stare at his
cock.

It was
perfection. Ultra long. Scrumptiously thick. And so angry and
powerful looking. Much better than any fantasy, she could ever
dream up. She trembled as his hot palms slipped against her hands.
His fingers intertwined with hers. He held her so tenderly she’d no
idea a man could touch her as if she were something precious and
fragile.

He leaned
closer and his breath feathered some strands of loose hair off her
cheeks. She could feel the tension in his body. Sensed the need for
sex rising from him.

“
Miranda,” he breathed. His voice was stronger this time.
Commanding. She forced herself to rip her gaze from his succulent
shaft and followed the thin dark arrow of hair that wandered over
all those delightful wet abdominal muscles to where it sprayed
lightly over his chest.

His
nipples looked beaded and erect and his neck was corded with
tension. A sexy, dark shadowy bristle caressed his chin. A muscle
popped in his left cheek and then she finally looked into his
eyes.

Intense
desire sparkled there. Her breath stalled. Her need for him to
touch her and to fuck her, almost overwhelmed her. If she could
have spoken, she would have demanded he make love to her. But she
couldn’t utter a word because his face was drawing closer to
hers.

She
closed her eyes and her heart picked up a maddening pace. His
sweet, hot lips melted over hers in such a caressing kiss that
senses she never even knew existed flared to life. Instincts told
her he wanted to mate with her. That he’d wanted to for some
time.

The
pressure of his kiss grew fiercer, dominating. He ground his hot
erection against her lower belly and even though she wore a couple
of layers of clothing, the tight knot of his arousal branded her
flesh.

He broke
the kiss and his breath splashed heat against her face.

“
Miranda…” he whispered hoarsely.

Slowly he
drew her hands downward until she touched his thick shaft. Then he
let her go, and his hands settled on each side of her face and his
mouth fused over hers again. His kiss rocketed sweet sensations
through her and she shuddered at the intensity.

She
wrapped her hands around his cock and felt it jerk against her
palms. He groaned and kissed her harder. Her thoughts
spiralled.

She
kissed him back. Her lips melted against his until he opened his
mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her senses rocked. This
was much better than her fantasies about him.

His cock
jerked again. She squeezed his hard penis and began eagerly
exploring the silky texture. Her fingers trailed over the pulsing
elevated veins until she reached the mushroom shaped cockhead. He
groaned again, tearing his mouth from hers.

Her lips
tingled from the wicked kiss and she opened her eyes to find a wild
look flaring across his face. His gray eyes were so dark, they were
almost black. She’d never seen him looking like this before. It
both frightened and exhilarated her.

“
I want you on your knees, Miranda,” he breathed. “On your
knees so I can show you exactly how you should be fantasizing about
me while you’re sleeping.”

She
jolted at his words. How did he know she’d been
fantasizing?

He didn’t
wait for her to do as he commanded. Instead, he gently, but
forcefully pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. She let
go of his cock and it bobbed mere inches from her mouth. Pre-come
glistened from the slit of his bulging cockhead.

“
Suck my cock, Miranda. I’ve waited for too damned long. I need
to have your sweet lips wrapped around me.”

Fear and
excitement gripped her and she trembled at the husky darkness in
his voice.

“
Come on, baby. Open that sweet mouth of yours,” he
ordered.

His cock
jerked as he reached down and wrapped his hand about half way up
his shaft. Then he moved his erection closer to her
face.

She
whimpered as he pushed his thick cockhead against her lips. She’d
never done this before but suddenly she wanted to do it. She parted
her lips. Gray groaned and swore softly.

She
trembled as he slid his cockhead into her mouth. Her lips stretched
as he pushed his shaft further until his hard flesh touched the
back of her tonsils and pulsed against her cheeks.

Sweet
Octoposeidon! Having his cock in her mouth felt so…erotic. She
moved her tongue beneath his steel-hard shaft. He moaned and his
cock shuddered. She tasted pre-come. He withdrew and then plunged
his shaft into her mouth again.

“
Suck it,” he ordered harshly.

Her lips
tightened tentatively around his flesh. He groaned sexily and his
shaft pulsed in her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked.
Hard.

He cursed
softly and withdrew.

“
Put your hands where mine are,” he grumbled in a deep, thick
voice.

She
looked up at him. His face was flushed. His eyes were wild and
desperate.