Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Didn’t think so.
“How badly do you want to finish that bucket list? Badly enough to come over here and beg?”
Her eyes widen, and I watch with curious fascination as her pupils dilate. Oh, Isabel.
I see her breath quicken, her hand slip from the door handle. She toes off her sandals, and before I have to ask a second time, she climbs across the center console and lets me capture her waist and guide her down to my lap.
“There, you jerk.” She swivels her hips, trying to get comfortable.
My seat is big enough that we fit, just barely.
“Are you proud of yourself for getting me here?” she adds. “I bet it’s been painful for you since yesterday. I almost feel bad.” She shifts on my lap, driving me crazy. “Almost.”
“You’re meant to be begging me,” I tease, cupping the back of her head. I bring her toward me until my face is pressed into the crook of her neck. Her perfume is already a familiar comfort.
Her small hands flatten against my chest, fingers digging in.
“You know what? I don’t feel like it,” she says with a playful edge. “I don’t really need you. I’m sure I could check off those tasks with any guy on the island.”
I lean back and look at her. Flushed cheeks and wide eyes tell me too much; Isabel doesn’t have a poker face.
I tease the hem of her dress up her thighs. It doesn’t take much until I see her panties: pale blue whisper-thin fabric between her toned thighs. It barely covers her, and even though I’m dying to touch her, I don’t. Not with the way she’s acting. Instead, I bunch her dress up around her waist and leave it.
My eyes capture hers again. “You forget you’ve already shown your hand. You want it to be me.”
She relents, letting her fingers skim down the front of my shirt, over my stomach and abs, until she reaches the button on my jeans. My muscles leap reflexively. She gently grabs me through my pants and rubs up and down. For a short moment, I close my eyes and let her, concentrating on the feel of her hand on me, so eager, so obvious.
When I open my eyes, she freezes. Her gaze is locked on my face. She’s watching what she’s doing to me, enjoying my reaction to her.
“Sigue. Keep going.”
Her jaw locks for a moment, a brief pause, and then she does as I ask, using both hands to unbutton and then unzip my jeans.
“People can see.”
“The windows are tinted.”
That’s all the assurance she needs before her hand sneaks down the front of my pants. The moment her warm palm takes hold of me, my hips buck up against her. I’m a teenager again, so fucking turned on I’m about to lose control before we’ve even started.
“Does this count as begging?” she asks in a quiet, shy voice, stroking up and down, nice and slow. “I think it does.”
I didn’t realize my eyes had fluttered closed again, but I open them and inhale a long, shaky breath, willing my resolve to settle into place, though it feels more liable to shatter. She shouldn’t affect me like this, over something so simple.
And yet…
Her thumb rolls over the tip of my length, and I shudder. Her responding smile makes me certain she wants what I want: the heart-pounding thrill of the chase, to be awash in this consuming desire, the resulting crash and burn.
I grasp her neck and draw her close. Her hand stays down between us, sweeping up and down over me as I whisper against her ear. “Would you let me take you here? Would this count toward that task?”
Her breath hitches.
“You think you have the upper hand, but what if I pulled those panties aside, Isabel? What if I pulled you down onto me until your cries fill this car?”
She quivers against me, pleasure coursing through her from nothing but my words. I want to do exactly as I’ve promised, but I’ve already made up my mind.
“We’re going to finish every single item on your list. The easy stuff first—cliff jumping, snorkeling… everything.”
She nods, hanging on my every word as her hand tightens on me. My heart hammers.
“Then we’ll talk about the wild sex part.”
As understanding dawns, she tugs her hand out of my pants with a huff. Already, she’s up on her knees, reaching for the door handle. I lock it before she can get out. In fact, I wish I had a zip tie.
I take hold of her chin gently and tilt her face back toward me with impatience. “What, Isabel?”
“Nothing. It’s fine.” She fights against my hold on her. “Let me out.”
I can’t contain my smile as I try to decipher the motive behind her sudden mood change. “Are you upset I’m helping you?”