Part 12 (1/2)

”I wouldn't mind snorkeling in the lagoon. But if it's okay with you, I'd kind of like to lay around and work on my tan.” She tried desperately to sound nonchalant. She didn't want him to know that she'd realized what was going on. In a weird way, it was her gift to him, an amazing last day together without weepy goodbyes.

He grinned at her and her heart nearly fell out of her chest. ”I told you, this is your day. You deserve whatever your gorgeous heart desires.”

G.o.d, I wish that was the real reason, Jackson. You beautiful liar, you.

Mar chewed on the inside of her lip to keep from crying, and looked back toward the sunrise so he wouldn't see the stupid tears that threatened to slide down her face. She wasn't normally one who shed them easily.

Once the enormous orange orb made its entrance, Mar stood up and kissed the top of his head. ”Thank you for that. It's such a peaceful and beautiful way to start the morning. I'm in serious need of a shower. I don't suppose I could talk you into joining me?” Hey, if it were the last day, she would absolutely make the best of it. ”I mean, I might need help soaping up my back or something.”

He glanced at her, a certain gleam in his eyes, and she knew that he'd taken the bait. Thank Gawd. Her body had been screaming for him since he'd kissed her awake this morning.

”Are you sure?” he asked her carefully.

”I don't know, Jackson. If you can't handle it, I totally understand. Maybe you're tired. We've had a lot of s.e.x. Hmm. I thought you would have recovered by now, but I understand if you don't feel like you can perform.” She blew him a kiss. ”I'm a big girl, I can shower alone if I have to.”

Reaching up, he captured her arm. ”Have I mentioned you're a wicked woman?”

She leaned over, sliding her hands down his chest and all the way to his c.o.c.k. ”I think you might have said something about that.” She ran her palm down the hard length of him. ”But I need a little TLC, the kind only you can provide.” After nibbling his ear, she gave the tip of his c.o.c.k a soft pinch.

Jackson jumped up, and followed her into the villa.

There were ten different spray heads and water splashed from every direction. He helped her out of the robe. When he slipped the T-s.h.i.+rt over her head, her nipples perked to attention. He laved each one with his tongue and then kissed them.

Mar had no desire to wait a minute longer. She untied his board shorts and slid them down his hips.

Jackson picked her up and put her under the sprays. The warm water instantly relaxed her muscles.

”I'll be right back, don't start without me,” he said as he left the bathroom. He returned with a foil package.

As soon as he stepped in she grabbed for his c.o.c.k, but he moved his hips away from her. ”We're doing this my way. Turn around.” Taking her soap, he began with her neck. Each time he soaped and then rinsed her, he would land tiny kisses in the area. He worked his way down her neck and back. Then he turned her to face him and began the same process on her front.

He reached her nipples, and suckled each one and then soaped her stomach and p.u.s.s.y. When he bent down and stuck his tongue into her heat and nibbled her c.l.i.t, Mar wasn't sure she could stand much longer.

The warm water beat against her front and back in rhythm with Jackson's tongue and teeth. Jackson moved her again so that she was braced on the wall. Reaching up, she grabbed the ledge from the window to keep herself steady as he continued to use his teeth. When he slid two fingers into her and began pumping in and out, she bucked against him.

Once again she was lost in a haze of pleasure, every nerve in her body begging for release. ”Jackson, please. I need you inside me. Now.” She growled out the words.

Jackson stood and kissed her hard. Reaching behind her, he opened the foil package and slid the condom on. ”Wrap your legs around me, baby.” Helping her, he positioned her so that his c.o.c.k slid easily into her folds, filling her so completely. He didn't tease her this time. Thrusting in and out, he began pounding her harder and harder.

”Yes.” The warm water came from the sides, hitting her nipples in the right spot as he rammed his c.o.c.k into her. ”I want you so bad,” she cried. ”So bad.”

”Not half as bad as I do you.” He thrust in hard, showing her. He kissed her, his tongue following the same movements of his c.o.c.k, and Mariska rode higher and higher.

”Jackson, ohhh. Yes. I'm-” Words left her as her body shattered into an o.r.g.a.s.m so intense she had to let go of the ledge and wrap her arms around his neck to keep from falling.

Jackson came in the same instant and turned so that now his back was against the wall, as if he needed to support them both. If his knees felt anything like the rest of her body, she understood.

”Oh, Mar,” he said before he kissed her again.

They stood like that for a few minutes, letting the water run down their bodies.

After turning off the water, he toweled off her body. He tried to give her back her T-s.h.i.+rt, but she tossed it onto the towel rack.

Mar moved toward the bed naked and slipped into the sheets. ”Jackson?”

He stood at the doorway watching her.

”What is it?”

Mar smiled at him and reached out. ”I really don't want to go snorkeling today.”

A grin slid across his face. Drying himself off as he walked toward her, he threw the towel on the chair and climbed in beside her. ”Me, either.”

16.

AMAZING HOW FAST ONE could develop a habit. Jackson loved watching Mar sleep. With her hair splayed out against the pillow he thought again how she looked like a peaceful angel.

h.e.l.l, maybe angel wasn't the right word for her. Wicked she-devil might be more appropriate. They'd spent the entire day in bed, napping and pleasuring one another. They'd made love two more times after the shower, and he still couldn't get enough of her. She'd protested this evening when he insisted she eat something and rest.

When he promised strawberry pie for dessert she finally acquiesced. He'd eaten every last bite off her and then she finally went to sleep.

Slipping his arm from around her waist, he paused when she stirred. The last thing he wanted to do was wake her.

Sliding out of bed, he quickly packed his bag.

You're a d.a.m.n coward.

The idea of saying goodbye to her face-to-face was too painful. She'd try to be brave and the moment would break both of their hearts. He convinced himself this was the best way to do it.

Once she'd fallen asleep, he knew what he had to do. No longer would he give up and let Vlad or some operative working for the Company kill him. His new priority was to stay alive, if at all possible, for Mar.

If he had any chance to be with her again, he had to get ready for a war. If things didn't go his way, then at least he'd know he'd gone down fighting.

And he did care about her. He hadn't lied when he told her he'd leave with a heavy heart. His felt like someone had tied a six-hundred-pound anvil to it, and ripped it out of his chest.

All those songs on the radio hadn't lied. Love hurt like h.e.l.l.

Taking one last look at her, he closed the door silently behind him.

You have to move on.

The walk up the hill wasn't so easy this time. The farther he was away from her, the more his chest tightened. His feet were leaden, and at every step his heart warned him to turn and run back to her.

Come on man, pull it together. You're doing this so that if there is such a thing as miracles, maybe you can be together. He also had the idea that maybe he could draw Vlad's men in a new direction as far away from Mar as possible. He'd felt so bad about deceiving her, but at least he could give her some peace. A chance to live a happy life, without worries about some goon going after her.

It wasn't easy, but he used his mental training to focus on his next moves. First thing he had to do was find a pa.s.sport guy in Bangkok. The one he'd heard about before he'd run into Mar was dead. But there had to be someone else who could do it for a price. There always was.