One Lucky Bastard (2 page)

Those baby blue eyes begged for attention. He could almost smell her arousal. She hid nothing from him. Not her desire, her curiosity, or the way her body hummed in his presence. One little touch from him and she’d scream out his name in pleasure. He was sure of it.

This time of night, the water lay crystal black butting up against the dark sky. With no other boats out running, he had the waterway to himself and enough privacy for Debbie to forget everything else but the feelings they shared. Lifting his head, he studied how fresh and youthful she appeared peering out over the water. An urge to protect, care for, and guide her through life swept over him.

Damn. She’s perfect.

Even more important, his cock pressed stiff against the inside of his pants, wanting to show her how wonderful they could be together. Moreover, he was just the man to teach her how fulfilling a relationship with him would be. He could give her everything and she would want for nothing.

He shut off the yacht’s engine and pushed the button to drop the anchor. Far enough away from shore, he’d let the boat float with the movement of the water. It was time to spend some time with the lovely Debbie in the moonlight. With romance, kisses, and wine, he’d show her the stars.

After grabbing a bottle of wine and a blanket from belowdecks, he returned topside. “Scoot over, love. Let me squeeze in here with you.” He set the bottle between the seat cushion and his hip, opened the blanket, and tucked it around her legs. “That’ll keep you warm.”

“Thank you.” She sighed. “It’s so beautiful out here.” She glanced up and smiled. “Did you know this is my first time out on the water? I’ve never been out on a boat before.”

“But it won’t be your last.” He twisted off the lid of the wine. “Open up.”

She sat up straighter and opened her mouth. He lifted the bottle to her plush lips. His cock pulsed at the vision she created. She appeared so willing and eager, he found himself in a constant state of arousal.

The soft slope of her neck was exposed to the moonlight. White, creamy satin from her delicate chin down to her cleavage brought his attention to how lovely her flawless skin must feel to the touch. Her body appeared so smooth and silky, he hoped to taste every bare inch sometime tonight.

Her lips pliant and willing to accept anything he offered, he lifted the bottle to her mouth again. He’d like nothing more than to have her between his legs, on her knees, taking the head of his cock into her pouty little mouth.

The sway of the yacht caught him off guard, and wine dribbled down her chin. She raised her hand to catch the trail of liquid. He stopped her.

“Let me.” He leaned over and ran his lips, his tongue, along the curve of her bottom lip. He groaned. “Delicious.”

“You’re awful sure of yourself. How do you know there will be a next time?” She lowered her gaze. “We’ve just met.”

“A person knows when they are compatible with the opposite sex, don’t you think? The moment you turned on the bar stool and thanked me for the drink, I knew I wanted to spend time with you.” He picked up her hand and laid it on his chest. “It takes a special woman to grab my interest the way you did.” Mick stroked the length of her thigh.

She sighed, and her legs under the blanket quivered beneath his hand. “Oh God, this is too good to be true.”

“What are you doing for the next…oh, thirty years or so?” He trailed his mouth around her ear, gathered the soft lobe between his teeth, and nipped.

“Years?” She sucked in a breath.

He chuckled under his breath at how shaky her voice had become. An innocent kitten, so easy to manage, yet so loving and willing to please. “Yes. Years. I don’t think tonight is going to be enough time to enjoy everything we have to offer each other.” He sat back. “You fascinate me.”

She raised a hand to the delicate skin above her collarbone. “We’ve just met. I don’t know anything about you.”

Mick nodded. “I’m forty-nine years old. A semiretired CEO of a handful of companies that I have other people run on a daily basis. I own my own home, the yacht, and a house in Hawaii. I don’t play games. I want you.” He kissed her lips. “Trust me, love.”

She inhaled through her nose and blew out a big breath through her puckered lips. “I can’t just—”

“You can.” He lifted the bottle of wine to his lips, drank, and stretched his legs out in front of him. “You will.”

She laughed self-consciously. “You can’t be so sure that I’ll jump into a relationship with you. I have a job, my apartment, bills to pay…” She threw up her hands. “My own life. I can’t—I’ve just met you. We might lead two different lifestyles.”

“Trust me, love. I’ve lived more years than you have. I know exactly what I want. I think you knew that the moment I bought you a drink at the bar. You’re independent, but I saw the way you appraised me and concluded that I was a man who could take care of you, show you the pleasures of life, cherish you. I know, because it’s the way I feel about you.”

“But I can’t—” She sat back and gazed up at him with huge trusting eyes.

“You say that word too much. You should strike the word
can’t
from your vocabulary. Instead, say you can.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me. Let me show you something.”

Frowning, she moved the blanket off her legs and let him pull her to her feet. He led her to the front of the yacht, where the bow came to a point. He positioned her over the water and set her hands up on the polished wooden bar.

“Stay.” He stepped back.

She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“I’m right here.” He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around and close your eyes.”

Debbie followed his orders. Her hair blew back in the breeze coming off the water and reminded him of a ribbon floating away in the wind. He must pin her down before she too drifted away.

“Are your eyes shut?”

She nodded.

“Keep them closed. Don’t open them.” He stepped up behind her.

Despite her long, lean body, the top of her head barely reached his chin. He ran his hands along the sides of her ribs, her waist, and settled on the flare of her hips. Jesus, that little indention fit the size of his hands perfectly. Ideal handles to hold her steady as he watched his cock slide into her pussy from behind.

“Pay attention to how your body reacts to my hands.” He slid his hands down the sides of her legs. “I can feel you come alive and tremble under my touch.”

She inhaled deeply and let her head fall back on her shoulders.

“That’s it. Just let yourself enjoy the way I can make you feel.” His lips skimmed the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. “How does that feel? Good?”

“Mm…” She leaned back against his chest.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her upper body, and cradled her close. “It’s a beautiful night. Look out across the water.”

Debbie’s hand caressed his arm. “Yes.”

“It’s up to you, love. Will you trust me enough to make this a night you’ll never forget?”

Her fingers tightened, and she pressed her ass into the front of his slacks. “Oh God, yes.”

Kissing her shoulder, he let his arms fall and then stepped back away from her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He slid his hands into his pockets and rubbed his lips together. “You are exquisite.”

He sunk his hand into her thick locks. “Ready?”

She nodded, keeping her back toward him.

“Take off your blouse.”

She squeaked.

“No, don’t hesitate. Take it off and throw it into the water.” He waited, but she didn’t move. “Now, baby.”

Her arms rose, her hands moving to the front of her shirt. She blew her breath out. He smiled. She wanted this. Hell, he wanted this.

In slow motion, she rotated her shoulders enough for her to slide the blouse off her back. He moaned. Finally, he’d be able to view those nipples that tempted him earlier through her blouse.

She flung the material over the railing. Standing with the water for a backdrop, vulnerable and unsure, she presented the picture-perfect woman to have in his life.

“Are you wearing panties?”

She shook her head.

“Good. I like that.” He stepped back again to get the full view of her body. “Slip off your skirt and toss it overboard.”

This time she didn’t hesitate. She reached behind her, unbuttoned the waistband, and unzipped the skirt. She lifted first one dainty bare foot, the other, and then stepped out of her last piece of clothing.

A full, voluptuous ass shone pale in the moonlight. Even with the shadows up on deck, the heart-shaped outline of her derriere greeted him. Her body matched from the shape of her lips to her ass. What other surprises did she have hidden?

Mick stepped up and pressed his body against her back. Those killer legs of hers placed her ass and his cock in perfect alignment. He wrapped his arms around and under her breasts, pulling her snug against him.

Molded tight with her trembling body, he kissed the soft curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. “You please me.”

“Mick…” She covered his forearms with her hands. “Please…”

He moved, slipped an arm under her butt, and cradled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up at him with a smidge of trepidation.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

She gasped and sucked in her bottom lip, catching it between her teeth. His cock pressed painfully against his slacks. He couldn’t wait to possess her body and show her how good they’d be together.

“Tell me, love. This is the only time I’ll ask you.” He stopped at the top of the stairs leading belowdecks to the bedroom. “You only have to say the word, and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. That, I can promise.”

Debbie tilted her head back and gazed up into his face. He watched the way her light blue eyes flickered back and forth, studying him. He dared not breathe and spoil the moment.

“Fuck me, Mick,” she whispered.

He captured her mouth with his, stepped down the stairs, and set her on her feet. Pulling out of the kiss, he stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. She reached out to help him, and he dropped his hands, pleased to know she needed this the same way he did.

After kicking off his pants, he moved over to the bedside dresser and opened the drawer. He removed a condom and ripped the foil package open with his teeth. Debbie stepped over to the bed and crawled on her knees.

“No.” He motioned for her to come back. “I want your hands to put this on me.”

Debbie’s hands shook, but she managed to roll the condom onto his cock. “I’m on the pill, but thank you for doing this for me.”

His knees threatened to buckle at the first brush of those long, thin fingers around his width. The overpowering urge to teach and care for her consumed him.

She straightened and stood in front of him. She obediently waited for his instructions. He’d not let her suffer for long.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“Touch me.” Her nipples hardened.

He kept his distance. “Be specific.”

“I…I don’t…know.” She bit down on her lip.

He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted. “You do know. Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

“How?” He crossed his arms. “You have to tell me.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed. Her throat muscles constricted, and he about jumped out of his skin imagining what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth.

“Hard, fast…” She opened her eyes. “Make me come.”

He stepped toward her and pinned her against the wall. Holding her hands above her head, he lifted her leg, and then plunged his cock into her tight, hot pussy.

“You only need to ask.” He thrust and grunted.

Debbie gasped. He filled her up, possessed her body, and took all control away from her. This was what she craved. He had known it from the moment she walked into the bar.

Mick drove his cock into her hard. He bucked her against the wall repeatedly with each plunge.

“Yes!” Her eyelids fluttered under the pleasure. “Oh. God. Yes!”

“Come.” He captured her mouth, swallowed her scream, and gave her a taste of what she did to him. “Come.” Grinding his pelvis against her clit, he held her flat against the wall. “Come.”

With a surge of energy, her body stiffened, convulsed, and shuddered through her orgasm. Her shoulders arched off the wall, and sweet spasms clamped down around his cock. He thrust one more time and came. He groaned at the way her breasts rose and fell against his bare chest, stimulating him further.

Her head fell forward onto his chest in sweet surrender. The soft, warm puffs of air from her mouth caressed his body. Somehow this young woman had wrapped her arms around his heart, and he didn’t want to let her go.

“Let me take you back to my home, please. I feel that we’ve only begun to uncover what we have between us.” He lifted her up into his arms. “Now, let’s find you something to wear for the ride, and then I promise, I’m going to strip you naked again the moment we step inside my house.”

She snuggled against him and laid her head in the soft nook of his neck. “Please.”

Chapter Three

The drone of the water running in the shower shut off. Debbie hung up the phone, untangled her legs out from under her, and walked into the master bathroom. It felt good to talk to her mom and share her excitement over meeting Mick.

He stood naked in front of the mirror, rubbing the wetness out of his hair with a towel. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms. God, the man looked stunning.

“Hey, you.” Mick tossed the towel toward the clothes hamper. “Did you have a nice talk with your mom?”

She nodded. “I told her all about you, and she said to say hi. She said she hopes we’re still together when she and Dad come back to the States. Mom sounded really happy that I’ve found someone so perfect for me.” She wrapped her arms around his lean waist. “Mm…you smell good, all soapy and clean. Are you sure we shouldn’t stay in tonight?” She kissed his cheek. “From the sound of it, it’s pouring outside.”

He chuckled and pecked her lips. “Nope. I’ve got to drop off paperwork at the corporate office, and I think you deserve a dinner out.” He stepped around her and walked into the bedroom. “Don’t worry about changing. The way you’re dressed is fine for what I have planned.”