The Tycoon's Seductive Revenge (8 page)

“How much do you charge?”

“Enough to pay for the horses’ upkeep.”

He crossed his arms. “But no profit.”

“No,” she admitted defensively, “but it’s part of the island experience. Without them, we’d—”

“Have enough to pay a maid.” He returned Ellie’s sharp gaze. “Let’s get on with this tour.”

In one swift move he hoisted her onto the saddle then joined her. The saddle’s design allowed no room between them. Her backside settled against his groin. He grunted. They both held the reins as they guided the horse out of the stables and onto a nearby path.

Buck trotted at a gentle pace causing their bodies to rub together far too intimately. He fought to concentrate on her description of the island’s history, such as the orchard they trotted through that belonged to The Montgomery’s original owner when it was the homestead for a mini plantation. Much of the history he knew, other information was a surprise.

They cruised through the marshy wetlands to the southwest, and he strove to focus on her explanation of the unique birds of that area. A well-camouflaged Blue Heron suddenly took flight from the reeds beside them. The movement distracted him, offering a momentary reprieve from the constant torture of sexual repression.

“Did you ever notice Herons nest in trees?” she asked. “You wouldn’t think,” she continued, “considering their long legs and the amount of time they spend in the water hunting.”

She pointed to a copse of Live Oaks with Spanish moss draping from their branches, swaying lazily in the breeze.
Home of the Heron. Great
.

They exited the marshes, passed the hopper landing strip, and neared the eastern beachfront overlooking the vast Atlantic Ocean. Waves mimicked the rhythm he and Ellie made horseback riding, the ebb and flow much like making love. His hard length slid against her jeans, then retreated. Sliding, retreating. He was about to go out of his mind.

Suddenly Ellie grabbed his hand. “Look over there!” He followed where her other hand pointed. “A pair of Loggerhead Turtles. I’ve only seen a few here and there—never a mated pair. Do you know how amazing that is?”

At the word mated, Carter clenched his teeth. What he found amazing was own his restraint.

After ten more minutes of pretending to focus on her guided tour, most of which he already knew, he’d reached his limit. “Ellie.”

She tipped her head back, her lips lush and tempting and begging to be kissed. “What’s up?”

You can’t tell?
His stiff cock throbbed against her backside. “We need to stop.”

She frowned. “So soon?”

“Trust me. I need to walk for a minute.”

“Motion sickness?”

I wish
. He pulled up on the reins and the horse slowed. “I’ve reached my limit. In more ways than one,” he added, grimacing.

Her lips parted in a precocious smile, her white teeth sparkling. “That’s part of the fantasy, the allure of horseback riding. No boundaries.”

I’m about to make that a reality
. His hands tightened on the reins to keep himself in check. “It’s not the horse, honey.”

“Just ahead there’s a lighthouse.”

“Is that a stop on the tour?”

“Hang in there a few more minutes, and I’ll give you a personal tour of the building. The view from the top is mesmerizing.”

Body aching with need, muscles on fire, his lust hit unbearable heights. “Make it fast.”

With a flick the reins, Ellie spurred Buck into a canter. Her tight ass slapped against his lap. Much more of this, and he’d explode.

“Now, Ellie,” he growled, tightening his arm around her waist.

She brought the horse to a halt beside the stone fence surrounding the lighthouse. “This is the best part of the tour.”

His skin itched. His cock throbbed. And his mind blistered under the heat of consuming passion.

The brisk November wind off the Atlantic did nothing to soothe his scorching need to be inside her. Carter concentrated on one thing—getting Ellie out of her clothes as soon as possible.

They dismounted and approached the lighthouse. After what felt like an eternity, Ellie found the right key on her loaded key ring and unlocked the lighthouse door. “You’ll love this.”

“Don’t I know,” he agreed under his breath.

The second she stepped inside, Carter caught her in his arms. He kicked the door shut, took her face in her hands and devoured her mouth.

“I want you,” he said against her lips. “Now.”

Chapter 6

Carter came on to her fast and hard. Ellie lost her bearings under his physical intensity. The base of the spiral staircase came up quickly behind her as he backed her into the lighthouse. 

“Mmph!” she tried to warn. Shutting her eyes tight, she clung to him, awaiting impact against the thick metal post.

But Carter’s hands and arms cradled her, and when they hit the beam, he cushioned the impact. Their bodies collided, molding together.

She hadn’t expected such a raw, aggressive response to her flirtations. Yet she welcomed it, wanted it as fiercely as he claimed her.

And claim her, he did.

The movement of his mouth against hers, possessive and consuming, called to her deepest instincts. She scraped her nails along his scalp, neck, shoulders. Her hips beckoned the hard length grinding against her.

“Upstairs,” she said.

He shook his head. “Here. Now.”

Between his torrents of kisses down her neck toward her cleavage, she insisted, “I want to do this with a lighthouse view.”

A curse seethed between his teeth. “If I catch you on the way up, you’re mine. I’ll take you on the stairs if I have to.”

“I’ll be quick.”

“You better hope.”

Pulling away from his strong grasp, she dashed up the rickety spiral stairs. The structure vibrated as she advanced to the lighthouse tower.

“I’m coming for you.” His tone held a predatory warning.

To tantalize him, she shed an article of clothing every few feet as she lunged up the steps, enjoying his sexual pursuit. “Almost there.”

His shoes pounded the steps. “You think I’d let you get away from me again?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she goaded.

“Believe it, baby. You’re mine.”

A shiver coursed through her at the fierceness of his claim. How long had she fantasized about Carter returning to the island, sweeping her off her feet, making love her like no other man had?

“It looks like,” he said as he reached the landing and catching his breath, “you have nowhere left to run.”

Arching a provocative eyebrow, Ellie backed toward the control panel. The windows let in three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of light. She felt exposed, yet daring. “Who said I was running?”

He stalked toward her. “You’ll pay for this torment.”

“I can’t wait,” she breathed, right before his mouth crashed down on hers.

This reminded her of the other morning she came into his room and found him stepping out of the shower.  She’d been too shell-shocked, unable to admit she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, make love to her right then. She wanted everything she missed in this man, the love of her life.

“Carter,” she pleaded as his teeth nipped her neck, “make this real.”

“You think it never was?”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Same.”

The whispered omission made her heart soar. Could they regain their passion, their connection, in an act that signified everything they once meant to each other?

“Let me...” His hand slid to her back, unfastening her bra.

When the garment fell away, she shifted his palm to cup one of her bare breasts.

Growling, he dove into her cleavage like a starved man who’d stumbled on a feast. He dragged his cheek along the outer curve of one breast, the heat from his mouth coating her skin with a veil of steam. He sucked the plump underside, before seizing her nipple between his teeth. He tugged. Ellie moaned at the acute sensation. Then his tongue swirled to sooth the sting.

Her hips moved rhythmically against his pelvis, her body aching for his. “Take me, Carter. Just like this.”

He paused, staring down at her with a feral gleam in his eyes. “This is my fantasy, my tour. I’ll take you however I want.” Carter spun her around to face the glass windows circling the tower. The scent of sea salt mingled with their erotic aroma. He unfastened her jeans and shucked them down to her ankles. “Think you can handle it?”

She gripped the slim metal bar that cordoned off the control panel. “Give it to me.”

“That’s my girl.” His hands perused her naked skin from behind, as if he’d never get enough of the feel of her against his palms. He sent her a sultry stare in the reflection of the windows. Flicking her ear with his tongue, he growled, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

She tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and held on for dear life. His hints made electric pulses arc through her in anticipation.

His mouth traced her shoulders, traveling down her spine, his tongue trailing the arch in her lower back. She shivered at the delicious descent, the nerve endings in her back scorched by each pass of his open mouth on her naked skin.

She gasped his name.

“I know how much you like that.”

She sighed knowing the bliss awaiting her. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.” He dipped his tongue into the two shallow depressions at the base of her spine.

“Oh, God.” She arched.

Growling softly, he grazed his teeth along her backside. When she stepped out of her jeans, he stood suddenly. He nudged her legs apart, gripping her hip bones, lifting her up to the perfect angle.

The second his finger dipped down between her thighs, caressing the tight bead of flesh that ached for him, she gasped. Breathy whimpers of pleasure echoed in the lighthouse. His middle finger swirled against her clit.

Her cries turned to wild moans.

She rode his hand, wishing this would never stop. She hadn’t felt this excited, this sensual since the last time they’d been together.

Then he slipped his finger inside her, stroking into her heated core, the heel of his hand grinding against her ultra-sensitive tip. Tingling tightness seized her body. She dug her nails into her palms as a flood of pleasure funneled through her, radiating out from between her legs. Building, advancing, heightening toward the perfect moment when—

“Ah, yes!” She arched. His fingers made quick, light passes against her flesh.

A second later, white-hot pleasure burst through her. She shook in his arms. Her pleasure center ached and throbbed with bliss. “So good,” she murmured weakly.

Slave to his talented fingers, she let him coax every ripple of pleasure from her body, until she slumped back against his chest. He gave one last flick, and she shuddered at the sensation.

He held her tight against him. She felt like a puppet on a string, only able to stand with his support. He lifted her chin, so their eyes met in the window’s reflection.

His nostrils flared. “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Ellie could barely catch her breath.

“Now I’m going to take you from behind.”

“I—”

Carter dropped his pants and entered her in one slick move.

“Oh!” She tensed, unused to such length and girth. He pulled out halfway then plunged into her to the hilt. She inhaled sharply. It had been so long.

“Relax, Ellie. I’m with you.”

Their eyes met in their reflection. Ellie recognized that look. One she’d never forget. The expression of passion, true devotion, the way he’d looked at her the night he made love to her for the first time—her first time. And it had been so beautiful.

Dampness seeped into her eyes. Her body slackened, releasing all tension. Her hands relaxed their vice-grip on the metal bar in front of her.

As she splayed her hands, his fingers threaded through hers intertwining around the bar. “That’s it. Slow. Easy.” He began a gentle rhythm inside her. “Remember...”

Always
.

Ellie fought a surge of emotion. She wanted to reveal everything, as they shared their bodies for pleasure, for release, for a bliss she hadn’t found since their relationship dissolved.

But she didn’t want memories to remove her from this moment. She wanted to be
here
. Right now. With him. The best of their past remembered, the worst forgotten.

“Carter, I want to face you. Watch you.”

He said through clenched teeth, “I can’t stop now.”

“I want to touch you, feel you.”

“Oh, you will.” He lifted her leg, setting her foot on the bottom steel rung. His thrusts deepened.

Then he angled his motion just right, gliding against the pleasure center inside her. Ellie’s mind went blank. Sensuality saturated her being. She eagerly moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Better?”

“Mmm...”

Their skin slapped as he drove into her. Their panting breaths filled the air. He released her hands and let his fingers roam over her body, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples, gliding his touch over every part of her, turning her on even more.

A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, rolling down her spine, an erotic splash of sensation. “So good,” she moaned.

Then his hand slid down her waist, across her stomach, and his fingertip trailed lower until he found the spot that still throbbed from his earlier attention. His fingertip made slow, luscious circles.

“Yes, just like that.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

Carter buried his other hand in her thick tresses, tilting her head upright again. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”

The reflection of their bodies turned hazy in the steam-coated glass. Watching as Carter took her from behind was incredibly intense.

A damp lock of hair draped over his forehead. His lips were slighted parted. A sheen of perspiration shimmered across his tan chest. And his huge arms bulged with muscle as he strove to give her absolute pleasure.

A surge of heat swelled in her abdomen. He rode her toward the edge of ecstasy.

“Carter,” she breathed. All sensation heightened, intensifying until she felt the unbearable need for release. “Carter!”