Twice Her Age (2 page)

He set her hand on the counter of the bar and nodded with that knowing smile. “Finish your drink, Debbie
Nordall
. I’ve got plans for you.”

She raised the glass. Her hand shook. The ice rattled against the sides.

After swallowing, she hurried to lick her upper lip. “Plans?”

Mick tipped back his head and finished his drink. Leaning forward, he removed a wallet from his back pocket and set a twenty-dollar bill on the bar under his empty glass. “Do you like water?”

“Mm…” She lowered her gaze. His slacks hugged his thighs, showcasing hard, powerful muscles that screamed to have a woman’s hands on them. “To drink, swim, or play in?”

He chuckled. “None of the above.”

The heat of his stare forced her to swallow the rest of her drink. She set it down on the bar. Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head. “There’s something about you…”

He curled his lip and leaned closer. “Tell me.”

Deb shook her head and gazed down at her hands.
This is crazy. I’ve wanted a man like this forever. I’ve fantasized about this very thing happening to me repeatedly, and yet
… God, should she really follow him and find out what he planned?

Not sure if the alcohol made her freer with her thoughts or the man himself, she leaned toward him. Nose to nose, she whispered, “You turn me on.”

He blinked, and without losing eye contact, he stood up and leaned over. “I know.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She raised her brows and bit down on her lip. “Do you mind if I find my girlfriend, see if she’ll listen to me, and explain that I’m leaving with you?”

“No, of course.” He cupped her cheek and strummed his thumb over her lips. “Tell her we’ll be at the
Betlow
Marina, slot forty-two and I’ll make sure you get home safely. I can even give her references to call, if she wants to check me out.”

“I don’t think I have to go that far.” She grinned. “Thank you.”

Standing up, she gazed up at him. “I’ll hurry.”

“No rush. We’ve got all night.” He winked.

After throwing the third and final mooring rope up on the top deck, Mick leaped onto the yacht. He set about preparing to shove the
Crystal Belle
away from the dock and out to sea. In his quest to take Debbie out on the open waters, he kept close watch out of his peripheral vision at the way she sat back and let him do his job. It’d do no good to lose her interest now, when she’d behaved so beautifully at the bar.

Tall and confident, she’d strolled through McAllister’s Bar in complete control. Her long legs loose, her shoulders back, and that lengthy blonde-streaked hair beckoned him with each womanly toss of her head. Young and moldable, she presented everything he wanted in a lover.

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.