Part 9 (2/2)

”Yes, I'm done. Just checking my e-mails. Did you need it?”

She gave him a delicious smile. ”No work for me, buddy. Like I said, I'm here to have fun.” She gave him a saucy wink.

”So last night wasn't fun?” He couldn't help kidding with her, and he was more than a little grateful she hadn't seen what he was doing seconds before she walked in.

A blush crept across her cheeks. He loved that about her. That she could seem so innocent, after the wanton creature he experienced last night, made him s.h.i.+ft in his seat again.

She reached across and stroked his hand. ”Last night was the most incredible experience of any kind I've ever had. It will be etched in the happy part of my brain for the rest of my life.”

Jackson squeezed her hand. ”I'm messing with you.”

She gave him a sweet smile. ”Yes, but I want you to know how special it was. And when I make my list of top ten fun things to do, you will be number one.”

Jackson pulled her around the table and into his lap. ”It's etched into the happy part of my brain, too.” He planted a big kiss on her lips. ”Now tell me what this fun thing is you plan to do.”

She wiggled against his erection. ”After we take care of this,” she said, boldly slipping her hand down to his crotch. To anyone walking by they would think she was bracing herself on his legs, but her fingers kneaded his c.o.c.k, making it difficult to sit still. ”Let's go surfing.”

That was not what he'd expected to hear. Maybe shopping or looking for sh.e.l.ls, but surfing?

”I thought you were kidding yesterday.” He finally had to grab her hand and trap it behind her before he embarra.s.sed them both by moaning with pleasure. She had no idea the power she had over him.

Or maybe she did, from that twinkle in her eye. Innocence be d.a.m.ned, she was a tigress and he was her prey.

She shrugged and drew her lips into a pout as if she were upset he'd stopped her fingers.

”Nope. I love surfing. And I checked with the desk. The sharks don't migrate in this area this time of year. So no fear of fins.”

He picked her up and sat her back in her chair.

”You're a wicked woman. Now tell me more about the surfing.”

She gave him a saucy grin. ”I am not wicked, only hungry for more than food.” Taking another sip of coffee, she glanced at him over the cup. ”To answer your question I learned how to surf a couple of years ago. I'm not great, but I can hold my own. The waves are stellar out there today and I'm in the mood to get crazy.”

Jackson was a fairly good surfer, though he hadn't done it in a while. Not since he had an a.s.signment in Australia almost three years ago.

”I asked at the front desk, and we can rent boards from the hotel. So you up for it?”

He gave her a wicked grin. ”Oh, I'm up for it.”

She slapped at his hand. ”You are a bad, bad man. And I think it's time for you to be punished.” She stood up. ”I'm going to go rent the boards. You order me some lunch and meet me in the room.”

Grabbing her wrist, he stopped her.

”First, there's something you need to tell me.”

”What is it?” She frowned, seemingly surprised by his sudden change in tone.

”How many people are in the restaurant?”

The question caught her off guard, but he watched as the realization of what he was really asking spread over her face.

Staring straight into his eyes, she told him, ”Besides you and me, there are five guests. Most of them chatting, as they finished breakfast a long time ago. There are two waiters and a busboy standing off to the side, ready for everyone to clear up. Probably because they have to get the lunch buffet set up, but I'm sure their orders are to keep everything out until we leave.”

A twinkle lit her eyes. ”Satisfied?”

”Proud. You're a fast learner.”

Giving him a tweak of the ear, she leaned down and kissed him. ”Don't be late, or your punishment is going to be very, very bad.” She leaned on him so that her hand could slide down his c.o.c.k, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were shoved in his face. A moment later she sashayed away.

Jackson flagged down a waiter, grateful there was a tablecloth to hide the hard evidence her hand had caused. She would pay for that. Oh, yes, he'd make her pay over and over again.

13.

JACKSON SAT ON HIS surfboard in the warm ocean water watching Mariska. She was certainly more comfortable on the board than he was. He'd grown rusty, and for some reason, possibly because they'd had mind-blowing s.e.x twice in a row less than an hour ago, he had a tough time staying on the board after riding a couple of waves.

Mariska was more than competent when it came to the sport, and following her slicing through the waves was one big turn-on. The woman rode a curl like no one's business, and she was so d.a.m.n s.e.xy in that blue bikini he wanted to ravage her right there in the middle of the wave.

Catching her attention before she paddled out again, he waved that he was going in, hoping that she would follow suit. He really needed to kiss her.

She held up a finger, indicating she wanted to ride once more.

Jackson felt denied, but pulled his board onto the beach. Stepping into the white tent he'd arranged, he glanced around at the round bed, and the pillows strewn on the floor. They were on one of the private beaches, and he'd paid extra to make sure it stayed that way. Mariska had smiled and expressed how impressed she was with him in arranging such a fabulous treat so quickly.

He grabbed a c.o.ke from the basket of food and drinks the hotel had provided. Trying to replenish his energy. He didn't want to risk missing her surf, so he stepped back outside with his drink.

Mariska paddled out and let a couple of waves pa.s.s. Then of course she picked the biggest one they'd seen all day. Jackson watched with a mixture of fear and awe as she rode through the curl. It was nothing short of perfection.

Every time he thought he had a handle on her, she would say or do something that threw him off track. Thoughtful and sweet, there was also a bit of an edge to her. They'd both been alone a great deal as children and Jackson wondered if perhaps that was why he felt so connected to her.

He watched as she crested a wave and stood on her board. The way she rode it was one of the s.e.xiest things he'd ever witnessed. Her feet slid up the board as she adjusted her balance and her arms lifted horizontally.

Jackson's body heated as he remembered those arms and legs wrapped around him. The way her body moved against his, and that mouth of hers. He'd never tire of the way she kissed him.

She rode the board until it slid into the sand with a gentle splash.

”You lied.” He winked as she unhooked the ankle strap keeping the board tied to her.

”I don't lie.” She grabbed the soda from his hand and took a long swig. ”Okay, maybe sometimes, but only when the job calls for it. You have to clue me in to what I did this time.”

Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her toward him. ”You're an amazing surfer. You didn't fall once. I'm kind of jealous.”

She slapped playfully at his chest. ”That's because I didn't try to be all macho and take the biggest wave of the day, and h.e.l.lo! You hung in there till the end of the curl. That's something.”

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